Death Inquisitor

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Seeing these illusory figures, Chen Fuqiang was so frightened that he took several steps back.

Because he found that he didn't seem to be as calm as he thought.

"It's you!"

"who is he?"

"I don't know, who is this?"

Among the nineteen ghosts, only one female ghost showed fear and anger after seeing Chen Fuqiang.

Because she was the woman who was killed by Chen Fuqiang during a night run.

But the other nineteen people did not know Chen Fuqiang at all.

Because they were basically patients who were infected with HIV after two, three, or even five or six times, they would naturally not recognize Chen Fuqiang, the source of the virus that harmed them.

But when Ye Chen's voice sounded and they learned all the truth, they immediately became as angry as the female ghost.

If it weren't for this guy who deliberately spread the virus, how could they have died of pain and illness.

You know, HIV is a virus that destroys human immunity.

Therefore, these people can be said to have been suffering from various diseases before they died because their immunity was simply unable to resist various viruses in nature.

Until he is infected with a fatal virus that is impossible to cure, and then dies at the window of his illness.

They are both lucky and unfortunate because they die early and can endure a few years less pain than the average AIDS patient.

For some vulnerable people, this may be a relief.

But unfortunately, they missed the healing rain and the chance to heal.

"Made, no one is coming here! I'm not afraid of you!" Chen Fuqiang glanced around in panic.

Grabbing an ashtray on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Regardless of the cigarette ashes and cigarette butts inside falling on the ground, he looked at the ghosts with a fierce expression: "Which of you dares to come over and try!"

Not to mention, his appearance did scare some ghosts.

They were all relatively cowardly people during their lifetimes, and there was also the female ghost who had a psychological shadow left behind because she was raped and killed.

But they soon reacted.

Damn it, they are ghosts now, not humans! Afraid of birds!

So the female ghost with strong resentment was the first to scream and pounce on him.

There was a thick sense of ominousness and danger in the gray human-shaped mist.

Chen Fuqiang's scalp suddenly became numb, and he screamed and ran out of the house.

He was just bluffing before, how dare he really fight a ghost.

What's more, there's more than one here, there are nineteen!

"Don't run! Bastard, give me back your life!"

"It's all your fault! I want you to die!"

"Come together and kill him!"

Howling, a group of ghosts rushed forward at the same time.

Because the wandering girl escaped before, the door was open now, and Chen Fuqiang rushed outside.

He ran down the stairs. His family lived on the third floor. If he could run to the first floor, he would rush outside. Maybe there's a chance to get rid of those ghosts.

Of course, besides escaping, Chen Fuqiang would not forget to call for help.

"It's killing! It's killing! Help! Someone is going to die!" A horrified voice echoed in the corridor.

There were terrifying screams from behind.

Those ghosts actually chased them out!

However, it is not difficult to understand that with the help of two underworld ghosts and fairies casting spells, even the most fragile ghosts can appear during the day.

What's more, none of these nineteen ghosts are weak, and they are the kind with relatively stable souls.

"Made, we're catching up." Chen Fuqiang had goosebumps all over his body. The screams of the ghosts behind him were even scarier than the sound of scratching nails on a blackboard.

My feet began to panic involuntarily, and my feet that were supposed to be stepping on the next step of the stairs accidentally stepped on the lower step.

The whole person suddenly lost his balance and fell down with a scream.

With a muffled sound, Chen Fuqiang rolled down the stairs in a faster and more "mellow" way.

He rolled until he reached the second floor and stopped. His head was dizzy and he was in severe pain in many places on his body.

"I'm sorry, you're paralyzed! I fell to death!" Chen Fuqiang got up from the ground with a distorted expression. After staggering a few times, he held on to the wall next to him to avoid falling.

All the images in front of me are blurred.

Then his expression turned to fear.

Because only then did he realize that he had been surrounded by those ghosts!

"You, you guys! Don't mess around!" Chen Fuqiang suddenly shook his head and pressed his body tightly against the wall behind him, trembling all over.

"Xiao~!"

A scream comparable to a sonic attack sounded again.

Nineteen souls rushed towards Chen Fuqiang's body like swallows returning to their nests.

"What are you doing! Don't come here! Get away!"

Chen Fugui waved his hands and looked at this scene in horror.

Especially when a ghost entered his body, this fear was amplified to the extreme.

But no matter how he waved his hands, he could only pass through the bodies of those ghosts in vain, unable to stop them at all.

When those ghosts entered the body, Chen Fuqiang felt something bad.

The body begins to become cold,

The coldness that started from the bone marrow level permeated the whole body.

Even in this weather where the autumn tiger still had some lingering power, it still made him shiver with cold.

It's like arriving in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

"Come out, come out!" When the last ghost entered Chen Fuqiang's body, his face turned blue.

He was spinning around in confusion, groping his body with his hands, looking flustered.

"What should I do? They went in. I'm possessed by a ghost!" Chen Fuqiang held his head with his eyes distracted and squatted on the ground in fear.

Then the teeth started chattering.

An even colder chill surged out of his body.

"It's so cold, so cold..." Chen Fuqiang's body curled up more and more, his muscles trembling slightly visibly.

But his body's instinctive mechanism to keep out the cold didn't make him feel better.

On the contrary, Chen Fuqiang's originally blue face began to turn purple.

He couldn't feel any warmth from head to toe. The blood seems to be frozen by this cold.

"What's wrong with this guy? Does he look cold?"

"My face turned purple (surprised face)."

"That's what you get for yourself."

The audience was discussing heatedly. ..

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