Chapter Fifty-Three: The Devil Turns into a Ghost, and the Mystery Begins to Appear
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"Shut up!" I shouted!
Mr. Liu's pupils narrowed and he looked at me in horror, as if he had seen a ghost again! His lips trembled and he didn't dare to speak, but it didn't take long for him to raise his head and look at Uncle Kong, point at me and say to Uncle Kong...... He's a ghost! Brother Kong! He's a ghost! Aren't you going to collect ghosts? Why don't you come down and clean him up? You're fast! β
Uncle Kong, almost everyone looked at me incredulously, Zhang Dali opened his mouth wide, Jiang Yansan frowned deeply, and Wu Qian's face was the same as before, without any expression. Please search () to see the most complete! The fastest update, it seems, they were also blown away by my appearance! I don't know what I've become, how they're going to react, but I can't care about that much, because the female ghost in my arms is now the weakling.
"How are you?" I asked.
Mr. Liu kept jumping his feet, and I don't know what he used to light the fire and throw it at us! It's a pity that no matter how much he throws it, he still can't reach the female ghost - because I blocked it for her one by one.
The female corpse attached to the female ghost had a face like dead ashes, her eyes were hollow, like a fake doll, her mouth was tightly closed, and I only knew that she was in the eyes with tears flowing down my wrists.
"Forget it, celebrate the New Year!" Wu Qian said suddenly, "She's hopeless." β
I began to chant again, trying to get her out of her host, but unfortunately, she had no will and was indifferent.
"It's better to mourn than to die, she won't leave her host again!" Wu Qian said again: "-Even if she has to be tortured day after day, her heart is dead!" β
"Uncle Kong, what should I do?" Helpless, I had to ask Uncle Kong.
Uncle Kong finally reacted after a while and said, "It turns out that you are really gluttonous!" Celebrate the New Year, it seems...... What did you just say? β
"I want to save her! Please, Uncle Kong, help her! I pleaded.
"She doesn't want to save herself now, and the gods can't help it!" Who expected Uncle Kong to say.
Helpless, I looked down at her and persuaded bitterly: "Who, wake up!" Throughout the ages, there have been too many people who have paid wrongly, so why should you torture yourself for a scumbag? "Speaking of scum, I glared at Mr. Liu again! He seemed to be scared of me, and at some point he had crawled over several coffins in the distance! I don't know what he wants to do!
However, the female corpse in her arms did not react after all.
It was quiet in the cave, Uncle Kong, they didn't speak, and I didn't speak again, and my heart was extremely choked.
I don't know how long it took to do this, with a scream, the female corpse suddenly scalded like molten iron, so hot that I instinctively threw her away, and when I came back to my senses and looked at her again, she was already like charcoal, I reached out and touched it, and she fell apart all of a sudden, and her body turned into ashes and powder - the original position of the pelvis, leaving two beads the size of a thumb, one black and one white, - is this the excrement of the corpse maggot that Uncle Kong said before? - What about the female ghost? Where is the female ghost?
What's weird is - what about Mr. Liu? Mr. Liu is also gone!
"Qingnian, what happened just now?" Zhang Dali suddenly asked above.
"I don't know, don't you see either?" I say.
"Didn't you notice, now all the fires on the water are extinguished!" Jiang Yan said three ways.
When I looked closely, the flames on the water were indeed extinguished, and all but the coffin boat I was in was gone! What's even more strange is why I can still see things around me as clearly as I did when there was a fire just now? But probably even Uncle Kong can't answer my question.
All of us were like fragments, unaware of what had just happened in that moment.
I picked up the ashes, picked up the two beads, one black and one white, and found that there was a poem written in the coffin, which seemed to be the same as what I found in the coffins of other female corpses when I jumped down just now, and the whole poem was like this:
Take advantage of the treacherous wall, in the hope of recovering the customs.
I didn't see the resumption, and I was crying and rippling.
Seeing the resumption of customs, laughing and talking.
Erbul Zhen, no blame.
Bring the chariot with me, and bribe me to move.
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