Death Inquisitor

Zhao Feihong ran out of the hotel panic and looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street. The sense of panic in his heart was finally much lighter.

He turned and looked, and found that no one chased it out, to be precise, it was the female ghost who didn't chase it out, and she exhaled for a long time.

This is the main street, and there are many people. Zhao Feihong didn't think the female ghost would choose to appear in such a place.

Because there is no such thing in the legend of ghosts in his memory.

But Zhao Feihong was still frightened, so he stopped a taxi and was going to the temple.

The temple is the only place where Zhao Feihong feels safe now. Only when he goes there can he completely get rid of the female ghost.

During the rental, the driver asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to... the temple... the nearest temple." Zhao Feihong tried to calm down his beating heart, and then said.

"The nearest temple? This time?" The driver was shocked when he heard this.

"Well, I can add money to the nearest temple." Zhao Feihong nodded and said.

"Yes." The driver froze for a moment before speaking.

However, when he was about to change gears, his actions stopped abruptly.

"Let's go? Don't worry that I have no money!" Zhao Feihong couldn't help urging when he saw that the driver was still not driving.

"Where?" the driver asked suddenly.

"Temple, I didn't say that!" Zhao Fei frowned, Shen Sheng said.

"Temple? That's too far." The driver shook his head.

"What do you mean!" Zhao Fei blushed and asked.

"The temple is too far, **** is very close, I can take you there." The driver smiled and said.

"What?" When Zhao Feihong heard this, his eyes shrank sharply, his pupils enlarged instantly, he had just recovered a little of his heart, and he began to thump up.

His right hand grabbed the door without hesitation.

"Don't you understand?" The driver suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhao Feihong.

Two black ink-like eyeballs appeared in Zhao Feihong's eyes, with strange smiles and evil eyes, as if they were deadly ghosts.

"Female... female ghost..." Zhao Feihong's two eyeballs instantly glared at the boss, shouting in horror.

His scalp began to numb, and chills attacked his nerves. He went to the cart door in horror, and the door was pushed open instantly.

"Want to run?" the driver shouted suddenly, then reached out and grabbed Zhao Feihong.

Zhao Feihong's left foot had just landed, and the moment the driver hadn't gotten out of the car, the driver's hand caught Zhao Feihong's poached egg.

"Ah!" Zhao Feihong made a painful cry.

I saw that the driver's right hand was actually caught in the meat on Zhao Feihong's egg, and then it was torn.

"Bella" came out.

A large piece of cloth with flesh and blood was dragged down by force.

"Ao..." Zhao Feihong once again uttered a miserable wailing.

There was a deep fear in his eyes, and his body shivered, and then he hurriedly got out of the car. The bursts of pain stimulated Zhao Feihong’s nerves. He couldn’t stop wailing, and didn’t dare to stop. Stumbled away in the distance.

On the street, pedestrians soon noticed the abnormality of taxis here.

One by one, they looked dumbfounded at the murderous taxi driver, looked at Zhao Feihong who fled in panic, and then someone picked up the phone and called the police.

At this moment, the taxi driver blinked, and then found a piece of meat on his hand. When he saw the cloth on the meat, he shivered abruptly, and then hurriedly dropped it on the ground, closing the door without hesitation. Drive away.

Next to the phone booth, Zhao Feihong, who fled here panic, met a little girl.

She is very cute. She is holding balloons and walking towards Zhao Feihong.

When Zhao Feihong saw the little girl, she stopped immediately, her eyes widened sharply, and "Goodong" swallowed.

"You... aren't you dead..." Zhao Feihong's cold hair exploded and stammered at the little girl.

"I'm dead?" the little girl asked unknownly.

"I admit the wrong person?" Zhao Feihong stunned slightly, then murmured.

At this moment the heart he had just hung up slowly began to calm down.

Suddenly, the little girl appeared in front of Zhao Feihong, looked up at Zhao Feihong, and said, "You admit the wrong person."

Zhao Feihong's eyes shrank sharply, and the little girl's speed was too fast.

It's just that when he heard the little girl's words, he was relieved.

I think too much. . . . It is probably too scared. . . But why did he and the girl who killed me look so similar. . . . .

Zhao Feihong had just thought of this, and the little girl's words again.

"Because... I'm not human..."

As soon as the girl's words fell to the ground, her face was originally normal. She suddenly became extremely grim, her eyes completely turned black, and then she opened her mouth to reveal her fangs.

Zhao Feihong's pupils instantly enlarged, and a chill rushed from the back to his head, and he was scared again.

The girl was also a ghost, and he bit him fiercely towards him.

Zhao Feihong quickly backed away, but still failed to escape the little girl's mouth.

"Ah!" Zhao Feihong screamed painfully.

I saw the little girl's mouth bit directly on his waist, and the fangs of that mouth were completely caught in Zhao Feihong's flesh.

"Bahla" came, and Zhao Feihong's waist was torn off a large piece of meat instantly, and the blood immediately shed all over the place.

"Oh," Zhao Feihong uttered an extremely miserable wailing.

However, he dare not continue to wailing, he does not want to die, really does not want to die.

He hurried at the little girl and shouted:

"Don't! Don't kill me! I'm wrong, I shouldn't have forced the woman to do you, let me go, I'm willing to burn you countless paper money, yes, your parents, I will give your parents a lot of money , A lot of money, don't you want them to live a good life?

As long as you let me go, I will give them a lot of money, 10 million, no, 100 million, I can give them 100 million! "

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