The dean froze in place, as if someone had pressed the static button.

Li Bin couldn't hold his breath, and almost at the moment when the pen holder was thrown, his eyes followed the pen holder.

The contents of the pen holder were scattered all over the place.

A drop of cold sweat slid from Li Bin's forehead to his cheeks.

The windows of the office were open, the wind was pouring in from outside, and the curtains were blown by the wind.

Chen Jiang put his hands and ten fingers into a pyramid shape, and looked at the dean with a playful expression.

The air became stagnant.

The dean's brain was buzzing, and he finally realized an extremely terrible problem: his set of bitter meat tricks was seen through by Chen Jiang. What's even worse is that Chen Jiang is completely different from the big people he has seen before.

Generally, big people will hold their own identity, and even if they see him through, they will not care about their reputation.

However, Chen Jiang didn't let go of himself at all, he chased after him and beat him fiercely! The dean couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, he was like falling into an ice cave.

Chen Jiang got up and walked out from behind his desk, leaning back on the lazy desk.

Chen Jiang didn't speak, and no one dared to speak.

The office was filled with a pre-storm depression, and unconsciously, the dean hung his head, and he couldn't help but shiver under the weight of this mountain.

"My mother often taught me when I was a child that it is not good for children to lie, and that children who lie will be caught by the ghost carrying the sedan chair. Chen Jiang continued slowly: "So every time I lied when I was a child, I would have nightmares at night. ”

When Chen Jiang said this, he glanced up at the dean: "Do you know what the little ghost carrying the sedan chair looks like?"

The dean is now confused, what is this big man talking about? What kind of little ghost carrying a sedan chair? What kind of lie will be taken away by the little ghost carrying a sedan chair?

Zhang Jiahe also felt that Chen Jiang's words were inexplicable at first, but after thinking about it, Chen Jiang was also a great monk in the Jindan period, and the matter of attracting ghosts and monsters was not captured?

That dean is going to be out of luck......

Zhang Jiahe threw a gloating look at the dean, he was waiting to see a good show now.

"I'll give you another chance to tell me who is the mastermind in this?"

Chen Jiang's words were tantamount to giving an ultimatum to the dean.

It's all over this, and the dean still has a bit of luck, so he continues to push the black pot on Han Meijuan's attending physician.

Chen Jiang closed his eyes helplessly, and then used his mind to communicate with the glutton: "How do you want to play next?"

"Play?"

"Have fun. Chen Jiang's words are mostly about the meaning of letting the dog go at the door. Immediately after, Chen Jiang opened his eyes, and the temperament exuded from his body changed completely.

No, it's gluttony already controlling Chen Jiang's body.

Gluttonous eyes were clouded with scarlet, and an evil and treacherous aura emanated from him.

Zhang Jiahe's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly stuck to the Yuan Shen. Just now, he had a delusion. Vaguely, he seemed to have fallen into the Nine Shadows Land, and the sound of ghosts and apes was all around him.

Thankfully, the illusion was fleeting, and his sanity soon returned. Rao is like this, Zhang Jiahe still feels scared for a while.

If you had just indulged in that illusion......

Four words came to Zhang Jiahe's mind: the demon burned his body.

Thinking that he had just walked back and forth in the Ghost Gate, Zhang Jiahe couldn't help but sweat coldly.

Look at the dean again.

From the moment he looked at the pair of scarlet and blood-like eyes of the glutton, his eyes seemed to be poked blind.

It was dark, and there was no sound. After staying in this dark environment for a long time, he felt that the darkness also seemed to have weight.

He was already breathless from the viscous darkness, oppressed.

An indescribable sense of panic crept through his heart. He felt like he was going crazy. A nameless fire burned his heart, and he was covered in suffrage, and began to pull his hair senselessly.

In the dark, the rhythmic sound of squeaking and squeaking came from far and near. The dean suddenly fell silent. He looked in the direction where the voice came from with burning eyes, finally someone came, and he could finally leave this damn place!

His heart was beating violently, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes were hot. He couldn't help but take a step in the direction where the sound came. Seriously, he has lived half his life and has never looked forward to the arrival of a person so much.

The voice was near, finally close! At this moment, his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

It was a sedan chair, appearing and disappearing in a misty white mist. The dean didn't see the sedan chair bearer, and looked at the sedan chair from a distance, as if it was suspended in mid-air.

The sedan chair approached this side unhurriedly, and Dean Fang's heart was still blazing like fire, but now the temperature in his chest was cooling down little by little.

Anyone in a dark environment with no fingers visible can not be happy to see a sedan chair wrapped in mist.

What the hell is this too evil, isn't it?

The dean of the electric light and flint suddenly recalled what Chen Jiang had said in his office.

The little ghost who carries the sedan chair!

His pupils dilated with fear, and the air he inhaled in his lungs suddenly became as cold as ice!

At this moment, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the wind blew away the mist that was wrapped around the sedan chair, and the dean was shocked to see that four little imps with green faces and fangs were looking at him with a sinister smile. The curtain of the sedan chair was windless and automatic, and a pungent smell of blood wafted out of the sedan chair.

"If a child lies, he will be dragged away by the ghost carrying the sedan chair. ”

The dean took two steps back, and in a trance, he seemed to see Chen Jiang standing in front of the sedan chair, staring at him like a hook. The dean swallowed his saliva with difficulty, staggered back, and after a dozen steps back, he turned around and took a step to hug his head.

The laughter of those imps grew louder and sharper. No matter how far the dean ran out, he always felt those imps sticking behind him.

The dean's physical fitness is no better than when he was younger, and after running a few hundred meters, his two legs sink as if they were filled with lead water.

A little imp floated up behind him, grabbed the dean's shoulder, and bit him on the neck.

The dean felt in vain that the sky was spinning, and countless hideous mouths floated out of the dark sky.

He is surrounded, there is no way back, there is no way to escape!

He turned his head, and a swift suction burst out of the sedan chair.

The dean hissed and was pulled into the sedan chair by the suction. Then, suddenly, the dean felt himself falling. His eyes widened, and the next second he shifted, and a crimson canopy replaced the darkness in front of him. With a thud, he fell to the ground.

An old man with a mouthful of blood crawled over and grabbed his wrist, his eyes stiff and his expression distorted, like a zombie. The dean screamed in fright, and instinctively kicked the old man in the stomach. At this moment, the sound of metal scraping the ground sounded next to his ears, and he followed the sound in horror, and a fierce ghost with a red head and a hideous face slowly walked towards him.

What the hell is this place?

The dean looked around in horror, and tens of thousands of unjust souls broke into his eyes.

They crawled and wailed on the ground with mouthfuls of blood, and black dogs, half of their bodies were corrupted, running excitedly among the souls. The black clouds slammed, and the burning trees looked at the sky with their branches open. All the spirits in the vicinity were attracted by the dean, and they followed behind the crimson ghost, prostrate on the ground, as if waiting for something.

The crimson ghost came, and he kicked the dean over, and out of nowhere pulled out a burning, red-hot tong. The dean struggled to get up, perhaps because at the moment of life and death, a large amount of adrenal hormones were secreted, and the dean had the strength to sprint again. He ran as fast as he could, but the crimson ghost ran even faster.

At a distance of two hundred meters, the powerful ghost seemed to be overtaking in one step. The dean was choked by his neck and pressed to the ground. The dean's gaze immediately fell on the red-hot tongs in his hand. What is it going to do? No, no!" the dean shook his head desperately, sucking the thumb of the crimson ghost with all his might. The drifting wind burned his hair, and the next second, the crimson ghost stabbed the tongs into his mouth.

Those who judge the rights and wrongs of people behind their backs, and those who lie will go to hell after death, and suffer for 2,500 years.

A broken * flew into the air, and before * it landed, those unjust souls with mouths full of blood pounced on it and snatched it together. It was a devastated scene. The dean saw a "torrent" full of rotting flesh rolling in, and he seemed to be a reef in the current, and he was drowned without any resistance.