I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

Yang Shou once saw the photos provided by the cell phone.

Glasses, middle-aged appearance.

Plus that weird aura.

It seems that this is the phone's trick.

He scanned the entire basement.

At first glance, I saw the faceless statue first.

"No face?"

"Is it because the time is too long, the face of the idol has gone through countless years, so it is blurred?"

"Or, the craftsman who made it didn't~ dare to pinch its face from the very beginning?"

Powerful weirdness is itself a kind of taboo.

Just knowing their names and seeing their faces can bring about terrifying encounters.

For so long, Yang Shou has encountered all the strange things.

It seems that only his beautiful girlfriend has similar characteristics.

Or, the nameless statue of the old Taoist temple can also be counted.

"Since I have gradually become stronger, I have similar qualities in me.

"How strong should I be in the past?"

Yang Shou thought for a while, and then put this idea behind him.

The past is just the past.

Now he is far from being that powerful.

Be cautious, be cautious.

"This faceless deity needs attention.

"besides.....…"

Yang Shou's gaze passed by the pale candle, the makeup mirror with a red plastic shell, and landed on the broken family portrait.

The hidden strange aura gave him a tingling feeling.

He had seen similar photos.

Outside the diaphragm of reality.

The mask of the god of death in the death forum, the corpse in the hospital bed of Jinghai University Affiliated Hospital, the blood-colored embroidered shoes in Hongjing Village, and the broken family portrait.

They had an unhappy party.

"Can its power seep into reality?"

Looking at the almost identical photo, Yang Shou smiled gently on the surface.

In fact, because of the black ocean in the depths of my heart, there are already traces of boiling.

The strange call itself is not weak, and there are these strange curses.

Maybe it's a tough fight.

Do not know why.

He felt something deep inside, some excitement.

"Calm down, I'm a reasonable person, try not to do anything if I can discuss it."

Yang Shou took a deep breath and immediately streamed to the phone:

"You're pretty strong, but you shouldn't be able to beat me."

"Let's save time, skip the middle process, and just let me swallow you, okay?"

He sincerely makes suggestions.

Hearing the phone call, the veins on his face popped up.

"Sunshine boy?"

"Or, should I call you Mr. Yang?"

"I don't know how you found me."

"I don't know why you can resist those cursed things.

"But if you think that I only have these abilities, you are very wrong!"

"You know, the real power of death?!"

The voice of the strange caller was not loud.

However, after he opened his mouth, an undetectable strange power gradually rose.

When he said the word death, there was resentment and resentment in his tone.

A vicious curse force appeared out of nowhere and invaded Yang Shou's body.

Out of the constraints of the phone.

The power of the curse of the treacherous call is even stronger.

In a trance, Yang Shou felt that his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

Then with the two syllables of death fades away.

The big hand suddenly exerted force, trying to crush his heart.

"As long as I hear your voice, will I be cursed by you?"

"Your curse contains strong malice."

"I love so much."

The black sea water surged, and the invisible big hand was involved in the malicious waves.

The malice in the curse turned into a sea of ​​malice.

In the face of such terrifying malice.

The curse of the creepy phone call is really like a blessing to Yang Shou.

"I am looking forward to it, please continue to curse me to death.

The expansion of the sea of ​​malice can make Yang Shou stronger.

Although not necessarily a good thing.

But it's better than really getting hurt.

Yang Shou looked at each other happily, waiting for a more vicious curse.

As for the caller, of course he knew that he couldn't kill Yang Shou with a single sentence.

But Yang Shou was cursed and looked happier, which made him develop in his heart.

"Can't you even delay the time?"

The caller did not dare to hesitate, raced against time, recalled Yang Shou's surname, and spoke again:

"I foresee death."

"That was not a dream."

"The last meal, filled with bowls made of skulls.

"Hanging from a beam."

"When the wind blows, it shakes.

"His legs were entangled by water plants.

"Breath is red."

"Don't look back."

"Whose body is it carrying?"

"Heads roll all the way.

"Get under the bed."

"Go into the closet."

"I saw your dead body..."

Weird tones, weird sentences.

In the dark basement where candles flickered.

The distorted middle-aged man seemed to be reading a paragraph of verses, and seemed to be singing a paragraph of lyrics.

The way of death in each stage, under the influence of the power of the curse, repeats itself over and over again.

Under the treacherous atmosphere, Yang Shou is about to be devoured.

In a trance, Yang Shou saw countless kinds of dead himself.

Hanged.

drowned.

Cut off the head.

That is a vicious curse.

As long as you can't stand the malice brought by the curse.

These ways of dying will become what will happen.

But under the horrified gaze of the treacherous caller, Yang Shou stretched out his arms and took all the curses into his heart.

Behind him, a black ocean blurredly manifested.

Over the ocean, it's raining.

Drops of the same black rain fell into the ocean.

"I really like your blessing."

Bathed in the black rain of curses, Yang Shou was immersed in death after death.

Death is not the end.

But better start.

"monster!"

"You are a real monster!"

The voice of the strange call trembled, and he could no longer make those cursing words.

He found that his curse was making the opponent stronger.

The other party is enjoying his curse.

"Fight!"

Backed away in a panic, leaning back against the altar, with a grim face, he picked up the three cursed objects at the same time with his backhand.

...asking for flowers......

Yang Shou is stronger than he imagined.

He must go all out without any reservations.

Touching the three cursed objects, the skin on the surface of his body cracked scarlet, and no blood flowed out, but dense black insects the size of sesame seeds that exuded a vicious aura crawled out.

Countless bugs crawled all over his body.

If you get close enough, you can see the essence of these bugs clearly, they are activated black dead characters one by one.

Simultaneously manipulating three cursed objects created an unpredictable burden on his body.

Can not solve the opponent's words as soon as possible.

In a few minutes, it will be swallowed up by worm-like black dead words.

"Yang!"

Meditate on Yang Shou's surname.

A strange call blows out the pale candle.

The entire basement went dark for an instant.

A dead breath rushed towards Yang Shou.

People die like lights go out.

This is a strange curse that will extinguish the soul.

But soon, the pale candle, which was clearly extinguished, melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a pool of wax.

"The cursed candle just disappeared?"

Eyes widened, the smile on the corners of Yang Shou's mouth became more obvious when the caller saw Yang Shou.

The indistinct black rain seems to be thicker.

"Mirror, family portrait!"

The red plastic shell faces itself, and the mirror reflects Yang Shou.

On that broken family portrait, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren clustered together, the distorted parents, the old man with corpse spots, and the expressionless child all staring at Yang Shou.

The strange caller held his breath and stared at the other side.

"Why don't you curse?"

The black rain stopped.

The sea of ​​malice returned to calm.

Yang Shou was a little bit reluctant to part with him, and called Xiang Shou because of his inspection.

He saw his own face manifest in the makeup mirror.

Bloody, lying on the cold ground.

But even so, there was still a truly gentle smile on that face.

Even death cannot extinguish his most beautiful hope.

"That's why I died?"

"Did I really fall to my death?"

"Just fell to death?"

Yang Shou wanted to take another look.

The makeup mirror shattered.

Only the broken family portrait was left floating towards him.

The strange family cast cold gazes.

"Those are all weird existences that are above evil!"

"You are dead!"

There were more and more bloody mouths all over his body, and he leaned against the altar and sat down slowly.

There was endless hatred on his face.

He felt that he could hardly suppress the weirdness in his body.

But before that, seeing Yang Shou killed by a broken family portrait was enough for him.

Photos are not flying fast.

It's just that as long as you are targeted, you are destined to be unable to avoid it.

Just as he was about to grin when he called, he saw Yang Shou, who was supposed to be unable to move, raise his arm and catch the photo.

"Last time we had a hasty farewell, but I didn't expect to meet again.

"How are you?"

"Is your family okay?"

Yang Shou pinched the broken family portrait and asked about work