C187 (1/2)

In the eyes of the Brother Dali, what Fang Zishu had said was completely nonsense.

However, in this situation, he had already exhausted all his abilities.

Furthermore, Fang Zishu had a serious expression, so Brother Dali could only let him give it a try.

”Alright, as long as you can bring us out of this damned place, we'll do whatever you say!”

After a moment of hesitation, Brother Dali nodded heavily towards Fang Zishu.

As for the other people, when they saw their boss' Brother Dali 'nodding, they naturally did not have any objections as well. They all turned their gazes towards Fang Zishu, wanting to know how Fang Zishu would break through the' Wall-Hitting Ghost 'in front of them and bring them away from this damned place.

Seeing that Brother Dali and the rest had agreed, Fang Zishu did not delay any further, and immediately had the Brother Dali and the others form a bonfire with the wooden sticks in their hands. After everything was ready, Fang Zishu took out a 'fire piston' from his chest and ignited these dried up wooden sticks along with the alcohol in his bag.

”Zishu, didn't you want to use 'eight gates against one' to deduce the method to break the wall? What are you going to do with these wooden sticks? ”

The policeman was puzzled.

”I was in a hurry. I didn't have a pen in my bag, so I wanted to burn some sticks to get some charcoal.” Fang Zishu explained before continuing, ”The charcoal made from these wooden sticks are not only good in color, but they can also be grinded to dust and smeared on the face, causing the ghosts to temporarily be unable to see us!”

”Charcoal has such an effect?” The policeman was surprised.

As far as he was concerned, charcoal was simply a material used to ignite fires. Other than that, there was no other use to it.

But who would have thought that once it entered Fang Zishu's mouth, it would actually become a 'magic tool' to fight against ghosts?

Under the stimulation of the alcohol, the wooden sticks that had formed the empty frame were quickly set on fire.

Not only did the burning bonfire bring Fang Zishu and the others heat and light, it also dispelled the fear in their hearts.

For humans, fire is the best thing to overcome fear.

This point was sufficient proof from the expressions of the Brother Dali and the others.

Half an hour later, Fang Zishu managed to obtain the charcoal he wanted.

Under the crowd's gaze, Fang Zishu drew a huge circle on the ground with charcoal in hand, the inside of the circle was densely engraved with many words, they could not understand these symbols, and even the banknotes that used robbing tombs as a job, could only barely recognize a part of it.

Actually, what they did not know was that the inscriptions that Fang Zishu had drawn using charcoal in the Corridor had actually been altered from the [Underworld Eight Trigrams]. Fang Zishu's idea was actually very simple. It was to determine the location of the eight gates through the 'Postnatal Gossip', and then use the location of the '33' dorms to calculate the corresponding eight gates to these rooms. To see which one was the upper-level lucky gate, which was the middle level gate, and which was the lower-level dangerous gate!

Only after eliminating the Zhongping Gate and the lower-level Gate and finding the upper-level Gateways in the Diagram, could Fang Zishu be sure that he would find the right path in the Gate of Fortune and use it to break the Ghostwall that the ghost girl had leisurely set up. Only then, would he be able to save the missing Ji Ruxue.

”In the center is the position of Emperor, with the universe following behind it. Left Sang Zong Zong Right is the beginning of the Eight Trigrams!”

Fang Zishu muttered an incantation. Every time the charcoal in his hand fell down, an unknown mark would appear on the eight trigram diagram the day after tomorrow.

Although there were a total of thirty-three rooms on both sides of the Corridor, their arrangement was fairly regular, and most of them were either facing the south or west. Furthermore, with the combination of the gossips, Fang Zishu could very easily divide it into nine areas.

That is, room 201, 202, 203, 204 are the first of the eight doors.

The rooms that followed were similar.

Of course, the order of the rooms had nothing to do with the eight positions.