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

Chapter 147 Are You Talking About Me?

"These gods, why are you so afraid of me?"

Yang Shou was already ready to use the power of the world at any time.

But the faceless god statue was shattered out of thin air, completely losing all weird traces.

Staring at the head of the idol with its eyes closed.

While thinking, Yang Shou pulled the strange caller out from under the table.

He just wanted to ask the other party if he knew more about the so-called cursed god.

It was discovered that the black dead word blowout broke out.

The caller with a numb face was instantly swallowed.

Having lost all hope, he can no longer suppress the strange backlash.

Just like that.

Even the soul is annihilated.

Once the power of the curse is out of control, the consequences seem to be more tragic than the usual weird out of control.

Yang Shou shook his head, absorbing the evil essence left behind by the treacherous call.

The cold power nourishes everything in the body.

Visible improvement.

However, Yang Shou made a sharp discovery.

Compared to the original devouring crafty tattoo artist.

The "nutrition" that the current fierce source can bring is getting less and less.

But Gui Caller is obviously stronger than Gui Tattooist.

"Did you devour too much evil?"

"If you swallow more, it won't work.

"Still forcing me to swallow evil spirits, or memes?"

Yang Shou suddenly felt a heavy heart.

He knew he was ridiculously tall.

But the power he can use is not that terrible.

The strongest strange force on his body is the sea of malice.

But it just can't be used more.

"The Faceless Idol."

"There is also the nameless statue of the old Taoist temple."

"These powerful and fierce existences that shaped the gods have never dared to confront me head-on.

"But it seems to have been around me vaguely, leaving all kinds of traces.

"What the hell are they trying to do?"

Yang Shou is not a person who is easily arrogant.

The weaker the statue was, the more wrong he felt.

"The best hunters often appear in the image of their prey."

"I don't know who is the one who harvests everything in the end."

Scanning the entire basement, no more weird items were found.

Yang Shou bent down and picked up the head of the idol with eyes closed.

In addition to the origin of the evil spirit, the death of the evil spirit will also leave behind strange things contaminated with the evil spirit, which are often related to one's own obsession.

After Wei Wei died on Wei Lai Dian's body, a cold breath hit the head of the statue.

It seems that this is its obsession.

God with closed eyes!

Putting it away, Yang Shou left the basement and took a brief tour of the luxurious mansion.

Before the official arrival of the strange era, the strange caller became the sender of the strange.

With a fierce reputation, he harvests death and fear, and accumulates wealth along the way.

For example, in a certain room, there is an obviously round canopy.

Yang Shou glanced at it, thought for a while, and put the gold bars away.

Not obsessed with money.

It's just being in the real world, and I still need these occasionally.

"Converted into cash, there are hundreds of millions, right?"

"Tricksters really make a lot of money."

Smiling, seeing that he had nothing else to gain, he disappeared into the mansion.

This building, built on the old execution ground and full of strange legends, stood indifferently on the spot.

It was not until a long time later that under the influence of the strange aggregation, there was a spook who broke in by accident.

Broken cursed objects, shattered corridors of mirrors, and weird statues of gods that fell from the shrine in the deepest basement.

There are shocking and chilling traces everywhere.

The trickster felt that even the most dangerous dungeon he had experienced was not as scary as here.

The weirdness on his body was trembling, begging him to leave here immediately.

But here it is clearly a reality!

"There's nothing to be afraid of in reality."

The ghost sender said so, but he was worried that the weirdness would completely lose control, so he could only leave angrily.

Before leaving, he glanced at the broken statue on the ground again.

"Strange, where did the statue's head go?"

"What's the secret here?"

After thinking for a while, he picked up a piece of remains of a god statue, planning to take it back and study it with his companions.

Before that, he activated the strange breath, wanting to see if the phone knows the answer.

However, the mobile phone has a weird personality, so he just tried it casually, and didn't expect the mobile phone stream to really answer.

drop.

[This is a place of blasphemy]

[You can find it here, good luck

【Really, good luck】

The blood-red text did not reveal any emotion at first.

But looking at the phone, he repeated that he was lucky.

The trickster was a little nervous.

He squeezed out a smile and asked:

"Blasphemy?"

"Does it mean who smashed the idol and desecrated the owner of the idol?"

He carefully observed the material of the remains of the statue in his hand.

Cold and heavy.

Like metal and like some kind of stone.

The phone did not answer him, and the blood on the phone screen faded and returned to normal.

The trickster was stunned for a moment, and resentfully put the wreckage of the statue away, and when he was about to put the phone in his pocket, the phone beeped again.

You got news.

It's not a phone trick.

It is a notification message.

The youth looked at the content of the text message and became excited:

"Ah? Another candidate suddenly had a car accident, and it was temporarily decided to let me replace him?"

"Haha, have I changed my luck?"

Smiling and laughing, he suddenly froze, thinking of what the phone had just said:

"You're lucky."

in his pocket.

The wreckage of the idol flashed a dark light.

"In weird times, you never know what's going to happen to you.

"Everything has been twisted."

"Everything is already full of weirdness."

"Maybe on a certain day, when the weather is sunny, you and your friends are chatting and laughing in the courtyard.

"Under your gaze."

"The friend you are talking about froze, his head shook, and then rolled down, with only a smooth, bloodless incision on his neck.

"And you don't even know what's going on."

"Or maybe one day, you are having dinner with your family, around the dining table, and you hear your neighbors arguing on the balcony."

"You have good intentions and want to persuade them.

"Just came to the balcony, looked to the other side, and found that the woman picked up a kitchen knife, hacked her husband to death with a knife, splashed blood on his face, and then smiled in relief.

"She jumped off the stairs."

"You hurried back to the living room, told your family about the incident, and reported it to the Public Security Bureau."

"There is a knock at the door."

"It came so fast."

"You open the door and see the woman next door pulling her husband and smiling at you."

"Sorry, I just quarreled and disturbed you.

In the room, Wang Dafu listened to this, trembling, wiped his sweat with a paper towel, and forced a smile after a long time:

"Captain Song, I ask you to comfort me, why are you talking about these things?"

"It doesn't seem to be working."

Song Mingqiang stopped talking, with a sense of loss in his eyes, "Do you think I'm scaring you?"

"No, I'm just trying to make you see reality."

"What you need is not comfort, but awareness of weird times.

"This is the first class we've had since joining the Bureau of Conspiracy."

"The reality is already abnormal."

"You never imagine what's going to happen to you.

"You have to learn to control your fear."

Next to him, Li Zheng sighed softly.

Seeing that these two were not joking, Wang Dafu panicked even more.

He has entered the dungeon and knows how terrible the dungeon is.

I am encountering a strange call, and I know the reality is different.

It can be seen that the official conspirator is actually optimistic.

It was hard for him to accept.

He had full confidence in Yang Shou at first, but after Yang Shou suddenly disappeared, he waited and waited, and the more he waited, the more flustered he became.

Believing is one thing.

But it's about his own wealth and life, he's afraid.

That's why I want to hear the opinions of professionals and seek some comfort.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingqiang's words made him even more frightened.

Twisted and weird times!

After finally suppressing his beating heart, Wang Dafu hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"If that's the case, isn't your Bureau of Conspiracy the most stressful place?"

"Captain Song, what is the strangest thing you have encountered?"

He knew he shouldn't ask, but he was really curious.

"Strangest encounter?"

Song Mingqiang's eyes flickered, and he looked back at Li Zheng.

The same palpitations flashed in the eyes of the two of them.

"I have experienced too many bloody and miserable things."

"Even if it is fierce, I have faced it. 007"

"In this case, I can face any horror head on."

"At least I thought so before."

Song Mingqiang's tone was slow, and when he spoke, he seemed to recall something again, and a slight look of fear flashed across his face.

"You... What did you bump into later?" Wang Dafu's heart was pounding again, causing a dull pain in his chest.

"To me, the scariest thing is that you think everything is normal, but then you look back and know that everything is not normal.

"It's hard for you to understand the feeling of terrified thinking about it."

"I wanted to find the killer's lair."

"In a place where there are no clues, just ask an ordinary passerby at will."

"The passer-by was very cooperative and friendly."

"After parting, I was still thinking about the murderer, and suddenly remembered that only a few minutes had passed, and I had already forgotten the passerby's face, forgotten the passerby's words, and almost forgotten everything about the passerby."

"On an ordinary day, without any preparation, I had a face-to-face conversation with an existence far more terrifying than a murderer.

"I don't know what he did, what he will do, what he will do."

"Even the most admired strong man dare not face him."

"This is the weirdest experience I've ever had."

"do you understand?"

"The more you know, the more dangerous you are, and the more you fear what you don't know."

After the last sentence, Song Mingliang's face was bitter.

Does the more you know, the more dangerous you become?

Wang Dafu shuddered and said hastily:

"Then pretend I didn't ask, and stop talking.

"I don't want to know that."

"Don't get involved with me.