The world of ghost stories: Start by creating a laughing nightmare!

"How are you? Can you hear me!

Kishida rushed to his partner's side, and now this premature guy is lying in the ambulance, his pupils dilated and his consciousness blurred.

"Fuck! I won't allow you to be a hero like that! Hear me! Wake me up! "

The sheriff's punch just now was launched at the cost of vitality, and now he is on the verge of running out of oil.

But with Chen Yan here, the sheriff will never die like this.

"Hey, do you want to see your daughter?"

It only took one sentence for the demon who lodged in his mind to reunite his spirit and return to his normal consciousness.

He saw Kishida's vague figure beside him, and let out an involuntary murmur: "Where is my daughter now..."

Kishida heard the sheriff's voice, and the whole person suddenly relaxed, held the sheriff's hand, and said beside him: "In heaven, be a little angel, watch you old man out of trouble every day!" "

After ten minutes, the ambulance finally arrived at the hospital, but due to yesterday's case, there were some vacant emergency beds in the hospital, so the sergeant with less serious injuries had to be placed in the inpatient department first.

After the sheriff regained consciousness, the body's protective mechanisms put him into a deep sleep.

"To be honest, I don't understand the layout of this strange talk" "

That's right, if you don't understand it, because so far it's only a prologue..."

Chen Yan looked at He Quan, who was imprisoned by him alone, and Ah Feng, who was undergoing surgery in the hospital, and showed a crazy smile.

"Next, it's time for Ah Feng's performance, she will be the real protagonist..."

"He will provide Ah Feng with the props he needs to perform, and as long as he makes this matter public, more people will know about the existence of Tayya..." "But in that case, more people will realize the danger of Tayya

..." "As long as I let the sheriff lie to Ah Feng and force the government to send a rescue team into Taboye..."

I see, but what happens if the rescue team goes missing? With the sheriff's character, it is impossible to agree to send someone in again" "

Haha, this group of people who believe in justice has one of the most obvious shortcomings, as long as justice is not complete, it is completely unjust, if I let the first rescue team only come out of a part of the people..."

"Don't be a sycophant, I need to communicate with Heaven to see if the sheriff's daughter is there."

"Communication..."The

scene in the dark space is transformed into a gate floating in the clouds, and the golden material looks simple and luxurious.

"It seems that there is no one in this heaven..."

, "connected, transferring"

A magnificent and all-encompassing voice sounded around Chen Yan, making Chen Yan feel a kind of peace and serenity from his heart.

"What do you ask for, the god of calamity who wanders across the mist?"

"Hmm... I would like to ask, do you have this policeman's daughter here?

Chen Yan presented the appearance of Sheriff Zi'an behind him, and the magnificent voice sounded a moment later: "She is not here, the cursed person refuses to forgive..."

"Harvey, where in this world is there a gathering place for human souls?"

"Chaos eats the abyss, or... Hell" "

Okay, make another call

to Hell..."

, and after spending another 30 fear points, Chen Yan sent a communication to Hell.

"Connected, Transferring"

Compared to the sacred and peaceful heaven, everything in hell takes on a manic and crazy appearance, and countless monsters made of flesh and blood crawl out of the lava and bite each other.

They will soon lose their lives in the tearing and fighting, but the broken flesh will be reborn in the lava and transformed into new monsters.

A low, languid voice sounded, sounding a little impatient: "What are you doing here, hell can't accommodate you god..."

"Ugh... She's here, I'll give her to you, don't come to me next time, okay? A

short figure burning with blazing flames appeared in Chen Yan's secluded space, looking like a monkey scorched by the flames.

After sending this tormented soul in, the god of hell cut off communication.

"It sounds like our boss is not very popular..."

"Back then, before he ascended to the subspace god throne, he once competed with the gods of the heavens and all worlds for the soaring fragment, so he offended many people" "

Oh, that's quite powerful, pure macho man, I like it."

After the charred short figure left the hell, the flames on its body gradually extinguished, and the charred skin returned to normal, revealing the appearance of a little girl.

"Where is my father..."

Chen Yan shook his head, this girl really deserves to be the child of Sheriff Zi'an, just like his father, he will definitely find someone first when he wakes up.

"Hey, girl, your dad asked me to come to you."

Chen Yan put the sheriff's appearance in front of her, and asked the little girl's broken soul to take a closer look at her father, looking for a sense of familiarity.

The little girl showed an extremely mature state, there was no panic in her eyes, and she was very calm.

"He's alive."

"Yes, he's still alive, is there anything you want to say to him?"

The little girl looked at her hands, the translucent soul was extremely thin, and in the years of torture in hell, her soul had not been damaged.

"I can't go back to see him now, the curse from my mother continues..."Chen

Yan's eyes suddenly became exciting, and it seemed that there were still a lot of stories hidden behind this girl.

"Hmm... It is so, I promised your father to come and look for your traces, and as far as you are allowed, is there anything you want to say to him? "

Let him prepare the ritual, I am about to be resurrected."

The corners of Chen Yan's mouth unconsciously hooked, the way this girl has shown so far is really too much for his appetite.

"Sounds like one of your ideas has become possible inadvertently" "

Hehe, it's a natural show!" I'm so excited!

Chen Yan turned to look at the little girl dressed in black, and suddenly asked her for no reason: "How old are you this year?" "

Nineteen."

"Huh?"