I came to the world of the heavens

Chapter 166 The Man With Three Balloons
Sheng Zuchang, who seemed to be kind-hearted at first, looked ferocious at this moment, and said darkly: "Those who prevent me from becoming a fairy, die, die, die!"

Chen Shishi sprayed flames on his face, and said even more gloomyly: "Those who stop me from doing the task, burn, burn, burn!" The flames rose in the wind, ignited something in the air, and spread...

Huang Huotu and Kevin Wright had already pulled out the pistols at their waists, and the situation in front of them had already exceeded their imagination.Whether the gun can kill the ghost, whether it will be accidentally released, no one dares to fire the first shot until the last moment...

The flames in the room were burning fiercely, and the strange thing was that there was no trace of temperature but a feeling of coldness.

Huang Huotu suddenly noticed that the flame was spreading in the air at an extremely fast speed, he hid aside, and the flame ran to the side, as if he recognized him.Seeing that the situation was critical, Kevin Wright pushed it away, and the flames penetrated into his nose and mouth, and he could even see the flickering flames inside.

Oh Shet, I'm getting burned!

Kevin Wright was terrified. He lay on the ground and rolled over, scratching his nostrils and mouth with his hands. After a while, he sat on the ground in astonishment: "It's strange, I don't seem to feel hot at all, Huang, help me see See if the flame is still inside?" He opened his mouth, Huang Huotu took a look inside, and the corners of his eyes twitched suddenly, he saw the flame slowly go deep into the esophagus and bronchial duct, and he could still vaguely see the flame, he honestly said there was.

Don't use Kevin Wright to describe how you feel.

The flames burning in the air also penetrated into Huang Huotu's nasal cavity, burning crazily and making a sizzling sound, as if everything was on fire.

He covered his nose and sneezed, only to see that his palm was pitch black. Isn't this thing the mite that the forensic doctor got out of the nasal cavity of the deceased? Why did he have it?
This kind of flame burns not people, but mites!

Huang Huotu looked at Academician Sheng Zuchang who was burning all over in shock. Could it be...here is the mastermind behind the scenes?

At this moment, the three scattered ghost heads on the wall made different voices and words. The left side was crying, the middle one was crying for help, and the right side was laughing like crazy. The contrast was huge.The flames spread to their heads, and this time Tongyi showed a painful expression and wailed...

Sheng Zuchang stared at Chen Shishi: "What's your name?"

Chen Shishi drew out his long sword, stood there, and looked down at him: "If you don't want to change your name, if you sit down, you won't change your surname. My surname is Chen, and I have many names, but people who are about to die are not qualified to call my name!"

A large piece of rotting flesh and plants on Sheng Zuchang's chest fell off layer by layer in the flames, as did the rest of the skin, revealing the white and tender skin of a baby. He rubbed his hands on his face a few times, and tore off the skin suddenly, revealing a young version of Sheng Zuchang The face looks like he is in his early 30s...

His chest puffed up, and he blew out a thick black air, which instantly filled the room.

Chen Shishi's long sword flickered and pierced towards him. At the same time, he exhaled the wind, and all the black air was swept out of the room. At the same time, Sheng Zuchang and the three heads on the wall also disappeared...

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run so fast.

There was blood dripping slowly from Chen Chushi's sword blade, no matter where the sword pierced just now.

In the room, Kevin Wright's mother tongue seemed to be only the word "Xiete", and he kept saying "Xiete", until Chen Shishi raised his blood-dripping long sword and suddenly he regained his senses...

The well-known expert on religious studies, academician Sheng Zuchang, was so weird that Huang Huotu felt dizzy and couldn't tell what was true and what was false in this world.

The three of them rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the room, and finally moved a bookshelf away from the wall. There was actually a small room inside, no wonder the structure of the room is a bit narrow, and it was used for this place.

In the small room, they saw many bottles and jars, filled with plants, animals, insects and other things, and there was something like an ancient altar with a cold machete beside it.Chen initially guessed that this thing is to dismember ghosts into parts and hang them on the wall...

There are a lot of things inside, including parchment, rice paper, all kinds of old and new books, and even letters written with brushes.

The bottles and cans looked a little strange, and Kevin Rattle and Huang Huotu didn't dare to touch them. They found two big bags and stuffed them like garbage, and searched around in other rooms before the three of them drove away. ...

In the evening, a middle-aged man in his 30s was limping along the road. He held three threads in his hand. There were three red, yellow and green balloons on the thread, with crying faces, smiling faces, and serious faces drawn on them...

It's also school time.

The students are out of school.

There is an elementary school nearby. As the school bell rang, the children flocked out. Among them was a little fat man, who was probably in the second grade. He passed by the uncle and accidentally saw the strange balloon in his hand. It was very interesting and asked. : "Uncle, can you give me a balloon?"

The uncle ignored him.

The little fat man took out a crumpled banknote from his pocket without giving up: "It's not that I don't have money, what's wrong with giving me one, I'll buy the head office with you..."

The uncle turned his head slowly, and put the balloon in front of the little fat man: "I like it so much, come and choose one, come closer, choose seriously!"

The little fat man chose with a smile. The balloons with three faces printed on them were all interesting, and he wanted all of them.

At this moment, the crying face balloon was blown by the wind and stuck to his face, as if it had been glued on it, the little fat man subconsciously pulled it with his hands, and immediately burst into tears from the pain: "Uncle, what is this?" What's going on? Why can't the balloon be taken down, please help me..."

The uncle looked at the little fat man's increasingly frightened expression indifferently: "If you like balloons so much, then let's go with balloons!"

With two fingers in his mouth, he quickly made a few gestures between the little fat man's eyebrows, murmured something, and then drank in a low voice: "Heaven souls belong to me, earth souls belong to me, if you don't leave now, when will you stay? Fifth Prison Urgent as a law..."

As the words fell, the little fat man trembled all over, rolled his eyes, and stood there blankly. The balloon slowly floated away from his face, but there was a fuzzy child's face on the back...

The uncle with the balloon left.

The little fat man remained motionless as if he had turned into a stone sculpture.

At this time, a teacher came out from the school gate, saw him, and asked, "Xia Xiaopang, why are you standing here if you don't go home? If you don't go back in time, if you are caught by the bad guys, your parents will be very worried."

The little fat man let out a groan, and said weakly: "I... know... go home... I'll go home now... mom and dad... will worry about me, worry about me... I'm afraid... there will be bad people..."

He walked towards the road mechanically and stiffly like a puppet on a string. The teacher faintly felt that something was wrong, so he chased him on a little donkey and stopped him, but he didn't seem to hear it, and walked on his own. The traffic lights crossed the road. Mouth, traffic comes and goes during rush hour!

Just listen to a sudden brake!

The teacher froze in place.

Dump truck, blood!
There is also the motionless little fat...

(End of this chapter)