Hu Ya looked in the direction he was looking at, and was directly stunned.

At this time, Liu Mingming, Pang Hei, and the fat cook all looked at Huo Yijun involuntarily, their eyes were frightened, and seeing her was like seeing a ghost.

"Master Huo, next to you!!" Chiho furrowed his eyebrows and pointed behind her.

Huo Yijun turned his head, and happened to see Wang Weiqing's bloody and fleshy face, with severely scalded face, protruding eyeballs, blood blisters flowing pus and blood on his face, his mouth was scorched and flattened with square marks, as if he had been burned with a soldering iron, and his skin after his bare clothes was also highly burned.

This scene caught her eyeballs and hit her heart, and Huo Yijun's heartbeat, which had been calmed down, was suddenly fast.

At the same time, the scroll hanging above everyone's heads suddenly hung down from the sky, and there were eighteen pictures in total!

Huo Yijun got up to look at these paintings, and someone behind him could already see the paintings: "Eighteen Layers of Hell Punishment Map!" ”

Qianhu walked in front of one of them: "The first layer, the hell of pulling out the tongue, all the people in the world, sowing discord, slandering and harming people, flamboyant tongues, clever arguments, lying and deceiving people. After death, he was sent to the hell of pulling out his tongue, and the little ghost broke open the mouth of the person, clamped the tongue with iron tongs, and pulled it out alive, not at once, but elongated, and dragged slowly... Rear into scissors hell, iron tree hell. ”

Everyone was shocked, and the fat cook said in a trembling voice: "The white-bearded old man was cut off...... Corresponds to the first layer. ”

The others also looked at the paintings, and among them the scholar looked behind him and said in fright: "The sixth layer, the Bronze Pillar Hell: those who maliciously set fire to the Bronze Pillar Hell after death by setting fire to those who take revenge for the destruction of evidence of their crimes." The imps stripped naked, let people hold the copper pillars, and were burned alive. ”

The eyes of these painters fell on Wang Weiqing's corpse on the table again!

Their eyes were frightened, and Hu Ya, who was frightened, also woke up and hid behind Qianhu, and the loud man said his words like crazy at this time: "The wind chimes are up, the red light is on, and the killing night is on!" ”

When he rushed over, he paid full attention to hitting someone, Huo Yijun held down the chair with his left hand to prevent himself from falling, covered his chest with his right hand, and lowered his head to endure the pain caused by his heart disease.

"Childe, take medicine!"

Mallow hurriedly took out the medicine and stuffed it into Huo Yijun's mouth, and at this time, Jiang Xie and Xiangxiu rushed back from outside and hurriedly saw Huo Yijun sick.

"Master Huo, are you okay?" Jiang Xie came over in a hurry, and retreated back and forth, and Xiang Xiu wanted to be stopped by him when he wanted to go forward: "Wait and go over, don't bring the cold to the little boy." ”

Xiang Xiu was a little stunned, and stood there looking at the past.

"I thought it was ......," Jiang Xie stopped talking.

Huo Yijun raised his head slowly: "Do you think my illness is fake?" ”

Jiang Xie was a little unclear, the Huo family had a sense of distance from him, and he did investigate behind his back, and he always felt that this Huo Xiaogongzi's resurrection of the corpse was rumored to be a bit outrageous.

"I ...... Sorry"

"It's fine."

Xiang Xiu's eyes wandered, and when he saw these words hanging down, he suddenly fell on Wang Weiqing, who was next to Huo Yijun and was in a miserable death: "Hey, this guy died miserably, the account book just said wouldn't be on him, right?" ”

Sokyu walked around the table to the corpse, got up and sat down, and put his hands on him.

Huo Yijun stood up with the table, and Mallow helped him: "Wang Weiqing is dead, and the account book is definitely not on him." ”

"Wang Weiqing is dead, can it be proved that the murderer of the white-bearded old man is not him, the real murderer is still hidden among the people present." Jiang Xie quickly entered into the analysis of the case.

Huo Yijun glanced at him: "You can assume so." ”

The loud man hiding in the corner suddenly rushed up again, his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were like a copper bell, and he reached out to grab Jiang Xie.

Xiang Xiu stretched out his arm to stop him.

"Wu Million, what are you doing!"