If you become a monster, you will succeed

Listening to Feng Xue's speech, everyone felt that there was something wrong with this person, but at the same time, they were inexplicably relaxed, because at this moment, everyone suddenly felt that this hot pot dish should not be done by this person.

In other words, no one can decompose a corpse into such a "delicious" posture in such a short period of time.

However, it was probably because the hot pot dishes were too eye-catching. Until now, no one saw the tablet surrounded by brain flowers, yellow throats, and belly slices in the middle of the round table.

"City God's Temple kid? Could this be the identity of the ghost on the red-faced man? So these are actually tributes made by that ghost?"

The student with a beer belly exclaimed, but Feng Xue noticed keenly that he seemed to want to use this exaggerated cry to cover up his obvious swallowing movements.

But no matter what the student was hiding, his words did attract everyone's attention. After thinking for a while, they felt that this should be the truth.

After all, judging from the way the woman died before, the ghost murderer should choose the same way of death as himself. No matter what the reason is, it shouldn't be so... well, delicate.

Unless that ghost was made into such a table of dishes before he was alive.

But judging from the appearance of the red-faced man, he didn't look like this kind of ghost.

Feng Xue, who saw through everything, didn't say anything, but lightly stroked the pen in her hand.

Bixian who already had a tacit understanding poked his head out, and said directly without talking nonsense:

"What else do you want to ask?"

"Look at that tablet, how many spirits are there?"

Feng Xue still maintained the habit of turning the pen, and made the pen fairy's head, which was constantly spinning like a propeller, look at the tablet. Fortunately, the pen fairy didn't have any concept of dizziness, and after a glance, he replied:

"one."

"One? What kind of ghost?" Feng Xue sighed inwardly, and asked.

Bixian paused for a moment this time, before saying:

"It's a red-faced deep-fried ghost. It's not a deep-fried dough stick. It's probably the feeling of being directly put into the frying pan when it was alive. It died very badly. Now it's eating tribute with incense. It's too much for you to punish me for such a subordinate." Is it a ghost?"

"The red-faced ghost? It's not a hanged ghost?" Feng Xue was a little surprised, but at the same time, she also had some thoughts about how quickly the accident happened.

"What are you muttering about? Did you find anything?" It seemed that he would be the next one to die. The blue-faced man had completely let himself go. Feng Xue just pointed to the dead man whose head was opened and said :

"I'm just curious how the head was cut so beautifully."

"Beautiful?" Seemed to be taken aback by this adjective, everyone including social animals and students couldn't help taking a step back.

Regardless of whether it is alive or dead, this thing can't be called beautiful, can it?

Seeing this, Feng Xue didn't talk nonsense, just holding the expensive pen in her hand, like waving a laser pointer in class, and pointed at the eye sockets and top of the dead head——

"Although bloodletting is also a routine operation, even if it is really bloodletting, it is impossible to put it so clean. This head has been taken out of the brain and eyeballs, but it can maintain this clean state, even if it is taken first. In the method of bloodletting and reprocessing, blood will inevitably remain in the capillaries, but you see, there is no blood on the table, and the internal organs are also in a fairly clean state, which is very abnormal."

"How can it be normal for ghosts to kill people?" The green-faced man was a little afraid of Feng Xue's serious explanation, but he still complained like this. Feng Xue pointed to the hanged corpse beside him and said:

"The hanged one is normal, well, it's really not normal, and the dead one is a bit too clean."

Glancing at the pants of the hanged corpse, Feng Xue corrected her mistake, shook her head and said:

"It's almost like a TV series is specially harmonized."

Although I really want to say something like "the TV series is so bloody and can't pass the review", but this scene is really not bloody at all.

What's more, if you are not a medical major, and you don't have the dead head, no one will directly associate such a table with the corpse.

But the blue-faced man didn't talk much about this issue, but pointed to his neck and said:

"What's the use of saying this? Even if the way ghosts kill people is normal, can they still live?"

As he spoke, he pointed hard at his neck, and the handprints on it were obviously deeper.

"To be exact, if it's normal, then you're already dead. At least under normal circumstances, there's no way for a person to stay awake while being strangled like this."

Feng Xue looked at the blue-faced man's neck, and mercilessly issued a death notice. The living room fell into dead silence for an instant, but at this moment, the beer-bellied student who was a little bit out of order suddenly jumped out of control. When he arrived at the table, he grabbed a stack of snowflake meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and there was a retching sound in the room.

"The deep-fried ghost is angry." Miss Bixian said suddenly. Without her saying anything, Feng Xue had already seen that a red, swollen, and disgusting phantom emerged from the spirit tablet. He reached out and grabbed the beer-belly student who was crazily devouring the hot pot dishes on the table.

The beer belly boy's movements froze immediately, and then he suddenly started to vomit. On top of his head, a skinny ghost with half of his body sticking out opened his mouth wide, biting the hand that the red ghost extended.

And at this moment, the three shadows rushed towards the vacant tablet at the same time, but bumped into each other above the dining table, and began to bite each other.

"Five?" Feng Xue narrowed her eyes, turned her head immediately, and saw that social animal, who didn't quite understand at first, was holding down the scorched bracelet on her wrist with one hand, and her face was no longer the same as before. That kind of ordinary, but with a somewhat thoughtful look.

"Old players? Or veterans?" Feng Xue glanced at the other players who were obviously inferior because of ghosts leaving their bodies, and asked.

The social animal man stroked the bracelet with his fingers, and said flatly:

"It's just a small character who has survived three games. It's not as clever as yours. I'm the loser this time, and all the spirits belong to you. How about it?"

"If you really think so, then of course it's good."

Feng Xue nodded lightly, as if she wanted to turn around to look at the ghosts that were biting each other behind her, but at this moment, the animal suddenly tore off her bracelet and said loudly:

"Burn! Sakuya Kuroshio Shiranui!"

After the words fell, blue-black illusory flames spewed out from his wrist. If you look closely, you will find that there is a circle of marks like being burned by a branding iron.

Seeing the flames gathering in the air in front of her, Feng Xue grinned, tore open the salt that suddenly appeared in her hand, and spit out the groove in her throat——

"If you release the ghosts, you will release the ghosts. How come it looks like a swastika?!"