Listening to Feng Xue's speech, everyone felt that something was wrong with this person, but at the same time, they were inexplicably relaxed, because at this moment, everyone suddenly felt that this table of hot pot dishes should not have been done by this person.

In other words, no one has been able to decompose a corpse into such a "delicious" posture in such a short time.

However, it was probably because the hot pot dishes were too eye-catching, and it was not until this time that someone saw the tablet in the middle of the round table surrounded by brain flowers, yellow throats, and belly pieces.

"City God Temple imp? Could this be the identity of the ghost on the red-faced man? So these are actually the tributes that the ghost made for himself? ”

The beer-bellied student boy exclaimed, but Feng Xue keenly noticed that he seemed to want to use this somewhat exaggerated shout to hide his somewhat obvious swallowing movements.

However, no matter what the student was trying to hide, his words did attract everyone's attention, and after thinking for a while, they felt that this should be the truth.

After all, judging from the previous woman's death, the ghost should choose the same way of death as himself, no matter what the reason, it shouldn't be so ...... Well, exquisite.

Unless that ghost was made into such a table of dishes before he was born.

But judging from the appearance of the red-faced man, he doesn't look like this kind of ghost.

Feng Xue, who had seen through everything, didn't say anything, just gently stroked the pen in her hand.

The pen fairy, who already had a little tacit understanding, poked out his head, and didn't talk nonsense, and said directly:

"What do you want to ask?"

"Look at that tablet, how many spirits are there?"

Feng Xue still maintained the habit of turning the pen, so that the head of the pen fairy, which was constantly rotating like a propeller, looked at the tablet, but fortunately, the pen fairy did not have any concept of dizziness, and after a glance, he replied:

"One."

"One? What kind of ghost? Feng Xue sighed in her heart that this was indeed the case, and asked.

Bi Xian paused slightly this time before saying:

"It's a red-faced fried ghost, it's not a fritter, it's probably the feeling of being directly put into the oil pot when you're alive, and the death is very miserable, and now you're eating tribute with incense, so you give me such a subordinate, it's too embarrassing, right?"

"Red-faced? Isn't it a hanged ghost? Feng Xue was a little surprised, but at the same time, she also had some thoughts about how quickly the accident happened.

"What are you muttering there? Did you find anything? It seems that he feels that the next person to die must be himself, the blue-faced man has completely let himself go, Feng Xue heard this, and just pointed to the head of the dead man who was opened by the Heavenly Spirit Cover and said:

"I'm just curious how this head is so beautifully cut."

"Pretty?" It seemed that they were taken aback by this adjective, and everyone, including the social animals and the students, couldn't help but take a step back.

Whether it's in life or in death, this thing can't be said to be pretty, is it?

Seeing this, Feng Xue didn't talk nonsense, just took the precious pen in his hand, as if wielding a laser pointer in class, and pointed to the eye sockets and the top of the dead man's head-

"Although bloodletting or something is also a routine operation, but even if it is really bloodletting, it is impossible to put it so clean, this head has been taken out of the brain, the eyeballs have been removed, but it can maintain this clean state, even if the method of bloodletting is taken first and then processed, there will inevitably be blood in the capillaries, but you see, there is no blood on the table at all, and those internal organs are also in a fairly clean state, which is very abnormal."

"How can ghosts kill people?" The blue-faced man was a little afraid that Feng Xue could explain seriously, but he still complained like this, Feng Xue pointed to the hanging corpse on the side and said:

"It's normal for this one to be hanged, well, it's really not normal, and this one is a little too clean."

Glancing at the pants of the hanged corpse, Feng Xue corrected her mistake, shook her head and said:

"It's like a TV series that is specially harmonized."

Although I really want to complain about something like "The TV series is so bloody that it can't pass the trial", this picture is really not bloody at all.

Even, if it weren't for the medical profession and the dead head, no one would directly associate such a table with a corpse.

However, the blue-faced man didn't talk much about this issue, but pointed to his neck and said:

"What's the use of saying that? Even if the way ghosts kill people is normal, can they live? ”

As he spoke, he pointed hard at his neck, where the handprints were noticeably deeper.

"To be exact, if it's normal, then Ling is dead, at least under normal circumstances, people can't stay awake when they are pinched like this."

Feng Xue looked at the neck of the blue-faced man, and issued a death ultimatum without mercy, and the living room instantly fell into a dead silence, but at this moment, the beer-bellied student who was a little wrong before suddenly pounced on the table uncontrollably, grabbed a stack of snowflake meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and a burst of retching suddenly sounded in the room.

"The fried ghost is angry." Miss Bixian suddenly spoke, and without she having to say it, Feng Xue had already seen that in the spirit position, the ghost shadows that were red and swollen all over the body, with all kinds of disgusting bulges, came out, and reached out and grabbed the beer-bellied student who was frantically devouring the hot pot dishes on the table.

The beer-bellied student's movements immediately stiffened, and then he suddenly began to vomit, and above his head, a wizened figure with a half-cut body leaning out of his body was opening its mouth and biting the red ghost's outstretched hand.

And at this moment, three shadows pounced on the vacated tablet at the same time, but they collided together above the table and began to bite each other.

"Five?" Feng Xue's eyes narrowed, and she immediately turned her head, and saw that the social animal who couldn't understand it at the beginning was holding down the charred black bracelet on her wrist with one hand, and her face was no longer as ordinary as before, but with a somewhat thoughtful look.

"Veteran? Or a veteran? Feng Xue glanced at the other players who were obviously out of the body because of the ghosts, and asked.

The social animal man rubbed the bracelet with his fingers and said plainly:

"It's just a small character who has survived three games, it's not as clever as yours, this time I lose, and all the spirits belong to you, how about it?"

"If that's what you think, that's fine."

Feng Xue nodded slightly, as if she was about to turn around to look at the ghosts that were biting each other behind her, but it was at this moment that the social animal suddenly ripped off her bracelet and said in a loud voice:

"Burn it! The night black tide does not know the fire! ”

As the words fell, blue-black illusory flames erupted from his wrists, and if you looked closely, you could see that there was a circle of marks like being burned by a soldering iron.

Seeing the flames in front of her converging in the air, Feng Xue grinned, tore open the salt that suddenly appeared in her hand, and spit out the groove in her throat-

"If you release ghosts, you will release ghosts, how can it be like a swastika?!"

(End of chapter)