I descend into the world of heaven

Sheng Zuchang, who originally seemed kind-hearted, now looked ferocious and said gloomily: "Anyone who prevents me from becoming an immortal will die, die, die!"

Chen Chu sprayed flames on his face, and said even more gloomily: "Stop me from being a taskmaster, burn, burn, burn!" The flames were extraordinary, specially designed to burn evil spirits and sneaky spirits. He waved his hand casually and blew out the wind, The flames rose up in the wind, igniting something in the air and spreading...

Huang Huotu and Kevin Wright had already drawn the pistols at their waists, and the situation in front of them was beyond their imagination. Can the gun kill the ghost? Will it accidentally release it? No one dares to fire the first shot until the last moment...

The fire in the room was burning brightly, but strangely there was no warmth but a cold feeling.

Huang Huotu suddenly noticed that the flames were spreading in the air at an extremely fast speed. He hid aside, and the flames ran away, as if they recognized him. Seeing the critical situation, Kevin Wright pushed him away, and the flames penetrated into his nose and mouth, and he could even see the fire swaying inside.

Oh Shet, I'm going to burn!

Kevin Wright was so frightened that he rolled on the ground, trying to open his nostrils and mouth with his hands. After a while, he sat on the ground in astonishment: "It's strange, I don't seem to feel hot at all, Huang, help me look at it." Are the flames still inside?" He opened his mouth, Huang Huotu glanced inside, and his eyes suddenly twitched. He saw the flames slowly going deep along the esophagus and bronchial tubes, and he could still vaguely see the light of the fire. To be honest, he did.

Kevin Wright doesn’t need to describe his feelings.

The flames burning in the air also penetrated into Huang Huotu's nasal cavity, burning crazily and sizzling, as if everything was on fire.

He covered his nose and sneezed, only to see that the palm of his hand was completely black. Isn't this the mite that the forensic doctor found from the nasal cavity of the deceased? Why did he also have it?

This kind of flame burns not people, but mites!

Huang Huotu looked at Academician Sheng Zuchang who was burning all over in shock. Could it be that...the mastermind behind the scenes is here?

At this moment, the three ghost heads scattered on the wall were speaking in different voices. The one on the left was howling, the one in the middle was asking for help frantically, and the one on the right was laughing like crazy. The contrast was huge. The flames spread to their heads, and this time they all showed painful expressions and wailed...

Sheng Zuchang stared at Chen Si: "What's your name?"

Chen Chu pulled out his long sword, stood and looked at him condescendingly: "I don't want to change my name, but I don't want to change my surname. My surname is Chen, and I have many names, but a dying person is not qualified to call me by my name!"

Large areas of rotten flesh and plants on Sheng Zuchang's chest fell off layer by layer in the flames, as did other skin, revealing baby-like fair and tender skin. He rubbed his face with his hands a few times, and suddenly tore off the skin, revealing a young version of Sheng Zuchang. His face looks like he is in his early thirties...

His chest swelled and he blew out a breath of thick black air, which instantly filled the room.

Chen Chu stabbed forward with his long sword flashing, and at the same time he blew out the wind, and all the black energy was swept out of the room. At the same time, Sheng Zuchang and the three heads on the wall also disappeared...

…

Running so fast.

Blood was slowly dripping from Chen Chu's sword blade. The sword just struck somewhere.

In the room, Kevin Wright's native language seemed to only have the word "Sheite", and he kept saying "Sheite". It was not until Chen Chu raised the bloody sword that he suddenly regained his sanity...

Academician Sheng Zuchang, a well-known religious research expert, was so weird. Huang Huotu felt his head was dizzy, and he couldn't tell what was true and what was false in this world.

The three of them rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the room, and finally moved a bookshelf away from the wall. There was actually a small room inside. No wonder the structure of the room was a bit narrow because this was the place where feelings were used.

In the small room, they saw many bottles and jars containing plants, animals, insects, and something similar to an ancient altar. Next to it was a machete that exuded cold air. Chen initially guessed that this thing was to dismember ghosts into parts and hang them on the wall...

There are a lot of things here, including parchment, rice paper, various old and new books, and even letters written with brushes.

The bottles and jars looked a little strange. Kevin Larter and Huang Huotu didn't dare to touch them. They found two large sacks and crazily stuffed them with stuff like they were collecting garbage. They searched around other rooms before the three of them drove away. …

In the evening, there was a middle-aged man in his thirties limping along the road. He was holding three threads in his hand. There were three red, yellow and green balloons on the threads, with crying faces, smiling faces, serious faces painted on them... …

It's also time for school to end.

The students are out of school.

There was a primary school nearby. As the school bell rang, the children swarmed out. Among them was a little fat guy, probably in the second grade. Passing by the uncle, he accidentally saw the strange balloon in his hand. It was very interesting and he asked : "Uncle, can you give me a balloon?"

The uncle ignored him.

The little fat man reluctantly took out a crumpled banknote from his pocket: "It's not like I don't have money. Why don't you give me one? I'll buy it from the head office with you..."

The uncle slowly turned his head and put the balloon in his hand in front of the little fat man: "I like it so much, come and choose one, get close and choose carefully!"

The little fat man chose with a smile. The three balloons with faces printed on them were all interesting, and he felt like he wanted all of them.

At this moment, the crying face balloon was blown by the wind and stuck to his face, as if it was covered with super glue. The little fat man subconsciously pulled it with his hands, and the pain suddenly made tears fall out: "Uncle, this What's going on? Why can't I take off the balloon? Please help me..."

The uncle looked at the little fat man's increasingly frightened expression indifferently: "If you like balloons so much, then go with them!"

He put his two fingers together and made a few quick gestures between the little fat man's eyebrows. He muttered something in his mouth, and then shouted lowly: "The soul of heaven returns to me, the soul of earth returns to me. If you don't leave now, when will you stay? Five Hells" The fire is as urgent as the law..."

As the words fell, the little fat man trembled, rolled his eyes, and stood there blankly. The balloon slowly floated away from his face, but there was a blurry child's face on the back...

The uncle who took the balloon left.

The little fat man remained motionless as if he had turned into a stone sculpture.

At this time, a teacher came out of the school gate, saw him, and came over and asked: "Xia Xiaopang, why are you standing here if you don't go home? If you don't go back in time, you will be captured by the bad guys, and your parents will be very worried."

The little fat man said oh, and said feebly: "I... Got it... Go home... I'll go home right now... Mom and Dad... will worry about me, will worry about me... I'm afraid... there will be bad people..."

He walked towards the road mechanically and stiffly like a puppet on strings. The teacher vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he caught up with him on a donkey and asked him to stop, but he didn't seem to hear him and kept walking on his own at the traffic light intersection. At the entrance, there are cars coming and going during rush hour!

Just hear a sudden stop!

The teacher froze in place.

Dump truck, blood stains!

There is also the motionless little fat guy...