"Oh, what an unexpected surprise!" Zhang Wei took a sip of Coke, "Sure enough, the decision to slow down his curse attack was right, otherwise I wouldn't have known that Deep Blue City was so 'Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger'!"

An ordinary person who has not done any great evil will not be "infected" by the curse on Wang Baonian's eyes, only a real wicked person, [Hell] will not let him go. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Judging by the growth rate of the "pus" on the wizard's face, he must also be a villainous guy - you can guess a thing or two from the "little ghosts" who have lost their restraints and tear the soul in his body.

These "little ghosts" must have been made by this wizard in some cruel way, Zhang Wei is not interested in this, since it is an evil wizard who ran into the muzzle of the gun himself, it can only be regarded as his bad luck.

Soon, the dense pus on the wizard's face "merged" each other into a big bubble, and burst open under Wang Baonian's frightened eyes.

"Quack!

After the pustule was opened, no pus flowed out, and out of it burst out a ghost baby with a huge head and a small body, which looked exactly like the wizard himself, but was deformed.

It seems that he is still a bit of a Taoist, and his soul body is much more condensed than that of ordinary people after death.

The ghost baby wanted to escape, but was dragged by those little ghosts, Zhang Wei's heart moved, and on the floor under the wizard's head, a pitch-black "swastika" appeared, which was the gate of [hell].

No one who is guilty shall be allowed to escape.

The imps screamed, dragging the ghost babies into the gates of hell.

They are little ghosts who have been refined by evil laws, although they are controlled by people when they do evil, but they do do evil, the moment [Hell] appears, they understand what it is, they know how miserable it is to fall into hell, but they are very happy, because they can finally drag this devil in the skin of a wizard and go to hell with them!

"No, no, no, no, it's not like that, all I see are hallucinations, all hallucinations!" Seeing the wizard's soul being dragged into the abyss in front of him, Wang Baonian collapsed, he denied that he had seen the hallucination, but now he admitted it, because he didn't accept this fact, he was afraid that he would end up with the same fate as this wizard.

He ran.

Crying, laughing and shouting, Wang Baonian ran through the lobby of the hotel, pushed open the door and ran, like a mad dog, only running in a straight line, rampage along the street all the way, running frantically.

It was already late at night, and although there were not many pedestrians on the road, it was not nothing, and people looked at the middle-aged fat man like a madman, talking nonsense in his mouth, like a mad sheep.

People avoided him in case they were bumped into it.

………………

"Hahaha! I'm not afraid of you...... Isn't it just a pustule? I'll get it down myself!" Wang Baonian, who was already crazy, picked at his eyes hard, and the severe pain gave him a sense of being alive, so he picked harder.

Two hot, bloody eyeballs were gouged out, and he could no longer see, no longer see the horrible pus, and he laughed proudly: "Haha! It's gone, it's gone, it's finally gone, right? I said I'm not afraid of you, how about it?

Blood poured out of his empty eye sockets, staining his clothes red.

Passers-by have stayed away, kind-hearted people choose to call the police, or call an ambulance, and there are also people who don't think it's a big deal to see the excitement, and take pictures with their mobile phones on the side.

Soon, the police and ambulances came, and Wang Baonian was put in an ambulance.

"No, what's wrong with my arm? My face, my neck!" In the ambulance, Wang Baonian pushed away the medical staff who stopped him from bleeding, scratching his neck, arms and face vigorously, because he felt that his whole body began to have "pus", it was painful and itchy, even if the medical staff around him couldn't see it, he couldn't see it without eyes, but he could feel it.

Soon, he scratched his skin into a bloody blur, and then he was injected with a tranquilizer.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Baonian was admitted to the operating room.

After more than two hours of rescue, because his blood pressure continued to drop for some reason, no matter what drugs were ineffective, the blood supply to the brain was seriously insufficient, and after the rescue failed, he was declared dead.

And the reason why this guy died was because Zhang Wei was tired of it and didn't want to play anymore - the operation process was too boring, he was sleepy and wanted to sleep.

Zhang Wei fell asleep, and [Hell] finally followed his duty and dragged Wang Baonian's sinful soul away.

…………

The next day, a piece of news circulated on the Internet:

Wang Baonian, a well-known reporter and columnist of Nanguo Morning Post, self-harmed on Jinlan Street in Hedong for no reason, suspected of having a psychotic episode, and died after rescue efforts failed.

In addition to some online news websites, there are also mobile phone pictures taken by people passing by at the time, in which Wang Baonian has a strange smile and gouges out his eyes, and the key parts that may cause discomfort to the audience are mosaic, but it is easy for a discerning person to guess what happened in the mosaic.

For a while, public opinion was in an uproar.

Wang Baonian's "big name" is still a bit on the Internet, of course, many times it appears as a negative image, because this person's painting style is a traitor lackey, and he is a very typical "herding dog" that kneels and licks foreigners.

Such a person, in the eyes of the public, must love money and cherish life, if it is not a love of money, then who would do such a lack of virtue as forgetting the ancestors of the number dictionary and having a son without PY?

If you love money and cherish your life, why did you kill yourself? And that weird smile doesn't hurt at all if you pick out your eyeballs.

Even if he is mentally ill, it won't be like him, as if he has lost his pain nerves, right?

In this regard, there are all kinds of speculations on the Internet, but the most commented on the Internet is still aimed at Wang Baonian himself:

"Phew!

"Curse him to hell!"

"That's it, I still remember the pregnant schoolgirl who was killed by him, the girl's father is said to have sued him later, but he was hit by a car on the way to the courthouse and died, and afterwards this guy quibbled that it had nothing to do with him, isn't this nonsense?"

At the beginning, it was a normal evaluation of the painting style on the Internet, but soon after, a water army came:

"Hehe, only such a country can happen like this!

"It must be Mr. Wang's usual daring to tell the truth, and after being persecuted, he was driven crazy, a terrible poisonous vegetable country!"

"A group of people who don't know the truth, they only know how to follow the trend, and they don't have their own opinions, so this is murder, okay?

"Stupid Chinese ......"

"Your country is like this, others have no ability, they have the ability to make up rumors, assassination is assassination, what kind of pot do you throw?"

"If you are still watching this kind of news on the Internet, it is better to pay attention to the people's livelihood, the people in the western part of your country are all eating grass!"

“……”

…………

Now that China is rising rapidly, under the infiltration of various so-called "big countries" who are blushing, there are still many people like Wang Baonian.

All the "Wang Baonian" saw Wang Baonian's tragic situation, some people didn't think so, and some people were terrified.

But they are all people who sell everything for money, and this incident can only make them low-key at best, but it is impossible to say that they have changed their ways.

They are destined to be Zhang Wei's toys, just waiting for an opportunity to be met by Zhang Wei.

…………

The master of hell awoke, and a new day was coming, and he opened the curtains of the balcony, stretched, and let the warm sunlight shine on him.

What wonderful stories are going to happen in the world today?

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Is anyone home? I'm here to read the gas meter!"