Since turning into a mandrill, Wei Changhui never imagined that he would have such an embarrassed day.

Although he did not know exactly why he woke up from ancient China to the United States on the other side of the ocean, this did not prevent him from following his instinct to devour the living and seek power.

Every time he devoured the life force of a living person, he could feel that he was a little stronger, and this feeling made him obsessed.

As for the souls of the devoured, he will turn them into his own ghosts, although they are only in shape, but he likes to do so, just as he likes to pile up the corpses of those whose life force he has devoured in the depths of his own cave.

No why, he just likes.

Before he knew it, he had devoured hundreds of lives, making him more powerful than any mandrill he had ever seen. He thought he was going to be free forever, until—

"I have a way to help you become a mountain god!"

He didn't believe that a foreign devil could know such a secret thing, but it was their dream to make the mandrill a mountain god, which had existed since the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. He listened to it with the mentality of just in case, and he fell headlong......

"Movies are something that allows people to sacrifice their fears to you, and when you get enough sacrifices, you will naturally become a mountain god. ”

- Sounds like it's really worth a try.

With his help, the foreign devil named Charlotte really made a movie. When the movie was released, Wei Changhui also really felt the fear that people sacrificed to him, but-

"Who the hell is the !? who passed on the spell of painting walls to this foreign devil?"

Until he was trapped by the other party with cinnabar fire, and the burning pain was unbearable, Wei Changhui still couldn't believe that the long-lost spell of the painting wall would see the light of day again, and it was used by his own enemies to death.

He couldn't leave the world that had trapped him. Because the spell of the painting wall was created to deal with demons and monsters like him, the powerful sealing power made it impossible for him to easily leave this strange world;

He couldn't summon his horde of ghosts. Because in this world, there is only his soul and consciousness, and his physical body remains in place, with those ghosts. Here, too, he is just a more powerful consciousness;

He could not extinguish the cinnabar fire burning on him. Since ancient times, cinnabar has been the color used to execute prisoners, and it is only a sign for living beings. But for the demons and monsters who hover between life and death, it has out-and-out magic. The flame that ignited with it was like the judgment of the Ten Yamas.

Fortunately, if you want to burn yourself to death with a cinnabar fire of this scale, it is impossible for dozens of days. And this spell that sealed his painting wall was far from being able to last that long - although he had hardly seen the movie, he had also learned from the memories of those ghosts that a movie could not last more than a day.

Of course, he can break through the prison that the opponent blocked him. Although this spell from King Wen of Zhou was practical, it was not powerful. As long as you fight to break the net, it is not very difficult to rush out.

However, he did not do so.

- What if you rush out?

In this world built by the other party to seal him, his power has been greatly weakened. Even if he rushes out, he can't guarantee that he will be able to defeat the other party. But this is the opponent's home turf, and there must be countless traps waiting for him.

"I'll just brake with static and don't rush out!"

Wei Changhui gritted his teeth and thought,

"When the spell on this wall is over, I'll go back to my own body and let you know how powerful I am!"

Of course, he was also worried about what the other party said, let that female ghost steal his power, but he never believed that the other party could steal the power he had accumulated for decades in just a few dozen minutes.

"Wait, is the other party's purpose ......?"

Wei Changhui suddenly thought of a possibility - although the ghost was his subordinate and did not have complete consciousness, he was not a complete fool. They still have a few memories and emotions left behind - both nostalgia for life and resentment for killing them.

"If the ghosts rebelled while my consciousness was sealed......

The strength of the ghosts is very weak, even if they attack in groups, it will not have any impact on Wei Changhui's physical body. But if there were people in the neighborhood who were attracted by the riots......

Kate actually wanted to see how the filming of "Fatal Bend" was, but unfortunately, as a dedicated FBI agent, she had to brave the night breeze in Bianers Valley and search as hard as she could.

"Don't let me find out who made that call, or I'll make him look good!"

In the middle of the night, even a large-scale dragnet search is not much more efficient. After searching for two or three hours, and finding nothing, Kate felt more and more that she had been tricked.

"Agent Kate, what do you think that's that!?"

The assistant next to her suddenly pulled Laquette, and when she looked up, she found that the fire seemed to be reflected in the distant sky.

"Wildfire !?"

Although she has no experience as a forest ranger, Kate also knows that wildfires should not be taken lightly. She hurriedly led her men to rush in the direction of the firelight, trying to find out the situation, but the sight that caught her eyes made her unbelievable-

There was indeed a fire burning in the area in front of him, but the flames were miserably white, and there were little green glows scattered in between, so that people could not feel the slightest heat. The flames were like ice and snow, clinging to the grass and trees in the mountains and forests, as if they were burning, and they seemed to be waiting to be extinguished.

"It's ...... Ghost Fire!?"

Before Kate could speak, one of the agents behind her chattered his teeth and uttered the answer that everyone didn't want to admit.

- In European and American legends, the concept of this ghost fire also exists. It's just that, many times, Westerners are more romantic, and they believe that the dazzling Northern Lights in the sky are the flames lit by the burning of the soul than the ghostly fire.

However, romance is often untenable in reality.

Looking at the miserable white flame without a trace of temperature in front of her, even if Kate had never believed in ghosts and gods, she couldn't help but feel her calves tremble a little at this time. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief or disbelief, only to find that the flames had suddenly disappeared from her eyes.

- So, it was a hallucination just now!?

Although she wanted to draw a conclusion, Kate's eyes did not follow her master's wishes—she still caught a glimpse of a small fire out of the corner of her eye.

Most of the white flames were gone, but there was still a small remnant.

"Catch up!"

Kate immediately chased after him. The things in front of her are weird, but Kate, as a trained detective, firmly believes that behind any weird incident, there is always a normal truth. So, when faced with weird things, the best thing to do is not to turn a blind eye, but to face them directly.

And so—

Where the white flames finally disappear, Kate discovers a hidden pitch-black cave. The entrance to the cave was narrow and hidden, and there was vegetation outside, and if it weren't for the strange flames just now, Kate felt that even if she passed by, it would be difficult for her to find this cave.

"This smell ......"

Kate's brow furrowed as a gust of wind blew from the depths of the cave, and after a moment, her expression changed dramatically, and she hurriedly raised the gun in her hand.

- A dark shadow suddenly pounced on her from the hole!

"Bang, bang, bang!"