The phone hung up, Liu Wenbing let out a tired breath and reached out to turn off the lamp.

At the same time, Chen Rulong manipulated Jin Juli's energy to make the table lamp turn on and off twice, and the bulb exploded with a bang, which startled Liu Wenbing.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the curtains, and Chen Rulong stood behind the curtains.

Without the illusion created by the statue of Minakshi, his body was wrapped behind the curtains, and the human form could be clearly seen by the moonlight.

Liu Wenbing, who was sitting on the bed, was startled and looked in the direction of the curtain in horror, "Who is there!?" ”

Chen Rulong opened his mouth in the shadow: "Guess who I am?" ”

The voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the Nine Shadows.

Liu Wenbing's face was pale, trembling like chaff, and his perennial position in a high position made him not surprised when he did not do anything, but he also developed a ruthless character!

After calming down for a short time, Liu Wenbing didn't care about 3721, and directly took out a pistol from under the pillow and aimed it in the direction of the curtain.

Bang bang bang –

Three shots rang out, but at close range, Chen Rulong could control the energy of the metal, and the shrapnel was suspended in the air and could not move an inch.

"I'll let you guess who I am!?"

Chen Rulong's roar shook all the glass, and the howling wind tore open the curtains, revealing Chen Rulong hidden inside.

At this time, Chen Rulong had already used illusion to transform himself, turning into the appearance of Zhang Fuqiang on the posthumous portrait, and he was burned and ulcerated and pus, one eye was hanging in the eye socket, and the appearance of flesh and blood adhesion was particularly terrifying.

"Why did you burn me three years ago!?"

Originally, Liu Wenbing didn't recognize this unlucky ghost who was kidnapped and burned to death by himself three years ago, but he recognized it when he heard Chen Rulong's words, seeing him approaching step by step, Liu Wenbing was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground with a puff, and the pale yellow liquid flowed down the trouser tube.

Frightened, he turned around, his feet struggling to crawl in the direction of the door.

When his palm was about to touch the door, Ye Zhiqiu's figure appeared out of thin air, but at this moment he became Li Xiuying's old appearance, his eyes were flowing with blood and tears under the support of illusion, and he was still holding a blood-stained kitchen knife in his hand.

"You burned my son, I want you to pay for your life!"

Ye Zhiqiu's sharp shouts completely frightened Liu Wenbing's eyelids and fainted.

Chen Rulong clapped his hands, "That's it!" ”

"it." Ye Zhiqiu said a little unpleasantly: "You were scared and fainted, who recorded a confession for us?" ”

"Don't worry, wait for me to set it up."

With a wave of Chen Rulong's hand, the surrounding scene quickly changed, the wide bed disappeared, the exquisite murals on the walls turned into skeletons hanging on steel forks, and the vases on both sides turned into two steaming oil pots, like a purgatory scene.

After doing all this, Chen Rulong put on a green official uniform again, a big red robe on the back, a purple complement on his chest, a trembling official hat on his head, and a thick beard.

Ye Zhiqiu asked, "What about me?" ”

"You're just going to be embarrassed, the impermanence ghost in the local house."

With a wave of his hand, Ye Zhiqiu was dressed in white clothes and white robes, with long cheeks and tongues sticking out of his elders, and he became an impermanent ghost in the underworld.

Ye Zhiqiu got a basin of cold water and poured it on Liu Wenbing's body.

"Ahh

He subconsciously exclaimed, sat up from the ground, and at the same time Chen Rulong threw a skewer on the ground and shouted: "Throw Liu Wenbing into the oil pot and fry me into spring!" ”

Ye Zhiqiu picked up his collar and was about to throw it into the oil pot.

"Don't, don't!"

Liu Wenbing, who didn't understand what was going on, struggled frantically and twisted his body, crying so much that he cried and shouted: "Where am I, you just let me figure it out, it's not too late to blow up!" ”

Chen Rulong said angrily: "Zhang Fuqiang's mother and son sued you for harming people's lives, you are in the eighteenth layer of hell in the underworld!" ”

Liu Wenbing's knees weakened, and he knelt down with a pop, "Lord Yama, I was wrong!" I confess my sins, please don't up! ”

"It's my father Liu Xingbang, I have to be buried before I die, I don't want to be cremated, I am filial to obey his old man's wishes!"

"If you blow it up, blow up his old man's house, don't up! I'm a good person, I'm a big good person! ”

Seeing this, the corners of Chen Rulong's mouth outlined a pleasant arc.

Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly said: "Explain all the details of your crime clearly, the clearer you say, the less sin you will suffer!" ”

At this time, Liu Wenbing really regarded Chen Rulong and Ye Zhiqiu as Lord Yama and Bai Wuchang, and he didn't think about the first defense, let alone the slightest defense, and told all the details of his crime.

Three years ago, Liu Xingbang, who learned that his death was approaching, was superstitious and resolutely refused to be cremated.

But the Liu family is a big consortium in the International Trade New City, if he doesn't act according to the policy, it will affect various welfare policies, so he is a new scheming and is ready to find a person who is about the same age and looks similar to himself to be cremated instead.

Zhang Fuqiang, who was only 40 years old, was targeted and became a target because he worked the construction site all the year round and looked like 50-year-old Liu Xingbang.

That night, Liu Xingbang went home drunk, was knocked with a stick, put it in a sack and went directly to cremation.

Everyone thought he was dead, but they didn't expect that he was just knocked unconscious by a stick, and he woke up to feel the heat and was burned alive.

And the real Liu Xingbang's body was transported by Liu Wenbing to Fenglin Mountain, a famous feng shui treasure in the International Trade New City, for burial.

After finishing speaking, the surrounding fantasies quietly disappeared, Ye Zhiqiu picked up the video recorder from the table and pressed the pause button, and said with a gloomy face: "It's done, if it is not expected, he and his accomplices will be executed immediately." ”

Chen Rulong shook his head and said with some regret: "A bastard like this who cares about people's lives should be cut with a thousand knives, and he will die with one shot, which is cheaper for this beast." ”