The person who came was none other than Wang Wang, that is, Zaid.

In Wang Wang's mind, instead of waiting for Zen Master Huizhi to ask, it is better to take the initiative to explain, at least there can be a head start in the negotiation of this matter, he thought about it so and so before he came, so the first sentence he opened his mouth was: Please save our Da Musi!

"How... What about being burned?" Huizhi's expression was very surprised, and he leaned forward slightly, he really didn't notice the scene of Da Mousse being burned to death.

"I don't know what's going on, after we separated from you, the Pixiu covered the sky, and suddenly Da Mousse's whole body was on fire, and it was just a breath before and after, and the person was gone, not even a trace was left!" Wang Wang said the pre-processed words.

"This..."Hui Zhi thought carefully, whether it was in the records of the Divine Sect or in the Demon Classics, he didn't have the slightest impression of this kind of spell or secret art, so he asked in detail, "What is the fire?"

"That fire is black and red, although it is hot, it is not sultry!" Wang Wang replied fifteen-ten.

"Huh?" Huizhi's face changed several times: "You take me to see!" After speaking, he asked Wang Wang to take him to the place where Da Musi was burned to death, and the tea monk Fa Ming also followed behind Huizhi.

Huizhi stood there, took out a string of Buddhist beads from his sleeve, closed his eyes and silently recited the Soul Sutra twice, but he didn't feel anyone's soul at all. Huizhi looked at Wang Wang, who was looking sad next to him, and glanced at Fa Ming, before saying to Wang Wang, "Are you sure that Da Mousse was burned here?" Wang Wang and Fa Ming nodded at the same time.

"Okay, I know, you go back first, I'll come in a while, I'll find out what is going on, and give you an explanation!" Huizhi reached out and patted Wang Wang's shoulder comfortingly.

"Then we'll trouble you!" Wang Wang was very polite.

After sending Wang Wang away, Huizhi asked Fa Ming, "What kind of fire is this?"

Fa Ming's eyes flashed with a golden light, and then he said, "Hellfire of the Grim Reaper!"

"Oh, that's no wonder!" Hui Zhi suddenly realized, and then asked Fa Ming, "Is it really Da Mousse who died?"

"It's a middle-aged man!" Faming said.

"Haha, I knew he was pretending!" Huizhi laughed, and then took out the hand that had just patted Wang Wang's shoulder and said, "This person is very real, but he doesn't have the feeling of the so-called big mousse papier-mâché!"

Fa Ming asked Huizhi strangely: "What is the feeling of papier-mâché?"

Huizhi replied: "I felt strange when I pulled the big mousse hand that day, and then I thought that when I pulled his hand, I felt that there was a layer of paper between it and the temperature of his meat, and since then I have been suspicious, so I said that he is the same as the paper paste! What are you going to say to them later? There's no evidence!"

After Wang Wang left Huizhi, he walked to the meditation room where the only two remaining mousses lived in Qingzhen Temple, and as soon as he walked to the door, he felt that the atmosphere in the room was very wrong. It's a demonic sixth sense, and he feels like there's one kind in the room, like the one he feels when he faces a little sheep's horn and a little pig's mouth.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Both mousses sat quietly side by side on the bench at the tea table with their backs to the door, their upper bodies upright and their knees together, and they did not look back even when they heard someone coming in at the door.

Wang Wang glanced at them obliquely, did not pierce them, did not pay attention to them, just casually walked to the other end of the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, the meditation room suddenly fell silent, and even breathless. Yes, three people can't even hear breathing!

Wang Wang looked at the side faces of the two mousses expressionlessly and asked, "Coming?" I don't know which one to ask.

"Here we are!" said bin Ladenmus, but the other did not answer.

Wang Wang chose a very relaxed and comfortable posture and leaned against the head of the bed, and then calmly said: "You guys are really amazing, Huizhi and Pixiu are outside now, you dare to come in so blatantly!"

"Death says you're too bold, I'm afraid you'll ruin his plan, let us take you away!" bin Laden said, still expressionless.

Wang Wang's whole body tightened, and then he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Who will complete the plan?"

"You don't have to worry about this!" bin Laden slowly turned his head over, noticing that he didn't move, his head turned at a ninety degree angle, and his head turned away. At this time, Wang Wang noticed that bin Laden's face was white, and his eyes were covered with dark red bloodshots, and it was obvious that these two had been here for a while.

Wang Wang asked again quietly: "That... What do you call them?"

"I'm a madman, she's a dream eater!"

How ugly the smile of a dead man's face is, only those who have seen it know it, especially the one who laughs when he is dead, that kind of laugh is the ugliest!

"Yo, there are old acquaintances!" Wang Wang straightened up from the bed, and as if he was very interested, he snapped his tongue at Lanald lightly, sounding as if he was teasing her.

As soon as Lanald's head moved, Gollum fell off his shoulder, and after rolling on the ground several times, Lanold's head came to Wang Wang's feet, and he looked at Wang Wang with a surprised expression and said, "Do you miss me very much?" The voice that came out of this head turned out to be a woman!

"Is that you?" Wang Wang's face changed drastically.

"It's me, you think I won't be able to get out if you bury me with Da Mousse? you're too simple, aren't you Wang Wang!"

"How did you become a dream eater?" Wang Wang wondered, he didn't care about his own life and death, nor did he care about their purpose, but asked such a question.

"Thanks to you, you only have one head left in my body with Buddha light, and the Grim Reaper fed me the Dream Eater, and I will become a Dream Eater! Oh yes, don't say so much, what do you want to dream about when the smoke disappears? Ren Feifei? Your parents? uh... It's okay to have sex with Hu Meimei at that time!"

Wang Wang calmly looked at the head on the ground, and thought, the time should be almost the same, it should be here at this time, why hasn't it appeared yet? Although he thought so in his heart, he couldn't see anything on the surface.

He seemed to think about it seriously and said, "I want to dream of you!"

"Oh?" the dead man on the ground turned red, "Why do you want to dream of people?"

"Because..."Wang Wang's face showed a hint of ruthlessness: "I want to explode your mouth!"

"Quack!" the head on the ground bounced against itself with its chin and shouted, "Come on, come on!"

"What do you have to do with him!" The madman stood up from the bench and yelled, "Do it!" After speaking, he reached out and tore open the top of the mousse on his body, revealing a vertical one-meter-long opening on his stomach, and half of the pink intestines popped out like a frog's tongue, entangled Wang Wang layer by layer.

At the same time, Wang Wang felt his brain drowsy with the laughter of the little lamb's horns, and he fainted in the blink of an eye.

"Vulnerable!" said the madman disdainfully.