Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

"Do it." The old monk Lingyu said.

Chen Zhu and Wang Hua glanced at each other, and immediately pulled out two egg-like lumps.

"Thunder and fire ride the wind, get up!"

With two slaps, two wooden eggs landed on the statue, and turned into two groups of red flames in an instant. With a bang, they rose up in the wind and spread quickly on the statue.

The scorching heat hit the face, and the cold feeling in the whole room also eased.

In Ji Que's eyes, the process of the brothers and sisters making flames was neither martial arts nor fairy, but it felt like throwing a grenade in a game.

However, the flame was really fierce, and it immediately wrapped the idol, and the yellow paper on the side burned.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the whole house will become a sea of ​​flames.

Ji Que glanced around, wanting to see if there was anything of value, but at this moment, he suddenly felt the god's eyeballs roll.

But when he looked again, he found no change.

The flames had burned the jet-black hair growing out of the statue, making crackling noises.

At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly sounded in the flames, startling the four of them.

Immediately afterwards, the entire burning idol moved and raised its head.

Here, one can clearly see that the faces on the statue are frantically surging, and there are bursts of shrill screams.

Seeing this, the old monk hurriedly said, "Retreat first!"

As soon as the words fell, the weird idol swam over like a snake.

Although her entire face has been spread by the flames, she still maintains the divinity that defies all living beings.

And the human face on it screamed wildly, like a person trapped in a cage and burned at the stake. It was extremely miserable, and it formed a sharp contrast with that blank face.

With a bang, the white wall was shattered and flames flew, even the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were ignited.

Following Ji Que and the other four, the idol rushed over like a surging fire python.

"Get out of the way!"

With a bang, the threshold of the house was shattered along with the wall, and a huge burning body came out.

This scene is very absurd and terrifying, just like you originally wanted to incinerate a corpse, but after the flame was completely ignited, the corpse suddenly came back to life.

The statue swayed, trying to charge forward again, but got stuck in the wall.

The rainwater fell nearby, and was transpired into white water vapor, which could not fall at all, and part of the face on the statue's body had been drilled out of the skin, writhing, looking extremely miserable.

Old monk Lingyu and the others watched this scene, panicked.

Fortunately, the statue struggled with those faces for a while, and soon stopped moving.

The entire body of the statue was almost charred, with cracks all over it, as if it would break if touched.

The faces on those bodies have long since stopped moving, but their mouths have grown big, like people who were burned alive.

The flames were gradually extinguished, the rain fell, and the smoke filled the air.

With a bang, the exposed half of the statue's body collapsed and shattered, exposing the inside that was burnt to ashes, which reduced the eerie feeling a little.

This time, it should be completely dead, after all, it has become ashes.

When the wind blows, the ashes are blown up.

Amid the billowing smoke, there was a violent coughing sound.

The purple-robed girl and the angel's finger, the two rice dumplings, must have been smoked.

The two were brought out, and the entire face of the purple-robed woman was blackened, as if she had changed races, she kept coughing.

The envoy's finger still had that terrifying smile on it, and suddenly, he spit out a human language—"You all have to die, the Goddess Fenglian will come sooner or later. He has six fingers, and I'm just one of them.

Ha ha ha ha"

As he spoke, a mocking laugh came out of his already broken throat.

Ji Que went to look at the burnt Goddess statue, and found that the other party really only had three fingers in one palm, namely the middle finger, index finger and little finger.

At this time, Chen Zhu was in shock and said, "This goddess is disabled, will it be difficult to use chopsticks to eat?"

The finger that was laughing mockingly froze for a moment, because the question Chen Zhu said was outrageous.

Is the point about using chopsticks?

Ji Que was obviously very interested in this kind of question, and said, "I'm more concerned about whether he can't wipe it clean if he shits?"

"That's also a problem."

Chen Zhu fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, the god sent his fingers to fight fiercely, and said, "You guys!"

In the end, the two ignored him at all, and Chen Zhu analyzed: "Could it be that he didn't use bamboo and paper, but just washed it with water?"

At this time, Wang Hua joined the discussion, and said depressedly: "Why do you care so much about a wild god shitting? He might be constipated."

Chen Zhu said with emotion: "Constipation is too uncomfortable. I have been constipated for a while, and it is very painful. I can't wait for it."

After several people exchanged these questions, the finger of the envoy was dead.

His mouth was wide open, his seven orifices were bleeding, as if he had been pissed off.

Ji Que and the others couldn't figure out why, this guy has always been strong, why did he lose his strength all of a sudden?

As the idol was completely burned, the envoy died, and the purple-robed girl was dying, the matter of Fenglian Sect finally came to an end.

However, the last words of Zhitou gave a few people a warning, that is, the power of Fenglian Sect is far more than that.

The Fenglian Goddess enshrined here has six fingers. Does that mean that there are still five people like the God Envoy Finger? They all want to wake up this wild god?

Of course, this is not what Ji Que should care about.

After all, he is not a professional, he is just an ordinary scholar who is forced to work part-time.

The rest of the matter should naturally be left to professionals such as the old monk Lingyu and the brothers and sisters of the coffin.

After all, they call themselves "Demon Fallers."

At this moment, these three professionals are constantly casting admiring gazes at Ji Que, and thanking him from the bottom of their hearts.

Ji Que found that there are more and more polite people recently.

If everyone in this world is so polite and friendly, why not have a better tomorrow.

As the flames spread, the gloomy and cold room was burned into darkness like the statue of the goddess of wind lotus, and it was washed away by the rain and fell apart.

Like Ma and Yun, the purple-robed girl was also locked in a black coffin, and her dead fingers were thrown into the fire, turning into ashes along with the statue of the goddess he enshrined.

In the rain, a female demon faller named Wang Hua held an umbrella for Ji Que, but she got half wet.

Ji Que originally wanted to refuse, but this sister Wang was too enthusiastic, he didn't know how to refuse for a while.

You can't push people to the ground and beat them up.

Senior brother Chen Zhu, wearing a lotus leaf hat on his head, followed the two of them with jealous eyes.

He is jealous of his junior sister.

This umbrella was supposed to be held by him, but in the end his junior sister snatched it first, so depressing.

Young, handsome, one-of-a-kind spiritual genius who even saved his own life, who wouldn't want to make friends with such a fairy.

However, he was a man, and Ji Quexia made it clear that he didn't like men, so he made it easier for his junior sister.

Seeing how happy his junior sister was when she held up an umbrella for Ji Quexia, Chen Zhu was only shivering in the wind and rain.

Man, what a loss.