Chapter 623

Why is he so timid and pretending to be dead in front of me? Because the cruise ship is mysteriously sealed, the dead body can not evolve. Even if it breaks through the seal and builds spiritual consciousness, that's all. It's just a meat dumpling with consciousness and can walk around. In addition, other zombies have no skills at all.

So it's not a real zombie in a sense, it's just an awakened corpse.

It has been waiting for many years to spread the secret of the cruise ship. Those archaeologists, demon descendants and magic masters were hijacked here. This is someone's conspiracy to help it solve a big problem. After these people died, their souls were controlled, lost all consciousness, and became the enemy spirits and wild ghosts here.

The uncles and aunts in xiaomengmeng's mouth are them. No wonder these dead ghosts are so powerful. Some of them probably had ghost cultivation before they were alive. They work together to break through the simple door closing spell of their brothers. Isn't it easy to catch them?

But ordinary people can't hijack these experts. Is Zhang Tianhua's father a more powerful demon than his son?

Thinking of this, I whispered to the old zongzi, "who is this man and what is the big problem?" In the face of these dead bodies, I can't bear to speak loudly for fear of disturbing them.

Who knows, when the old zongzi opened his mouth and wanted to send out its unique corpse language, a fire suddenly burst out of his throat!

The old zongzi then stared at the big and sudden eyes, which seemed extremely frightened and painful. It seemed that at this moment, the vocal cords were burned and could not make a sound.

Surprised, I quickly reached out and scraped some Rune water on the ground and patted it on its mouth. This must be a ghost fire. Only Rune water and urine can extinguish it. And I can't pee now. Fortunately, the Fu water just fell to the ground, which saves more time.

Unexpectedly, after the Fushui was photographed, it was like pouring gasoline. A small fire suddenly became a raging fire all over the old zongzi. My hand was almost burned. I was so scared that I quickly retracted my hand. My heart said that it was a ghost fire. It was so abnormal that Fushui could not be extinguished, but turned into fuel.

And it's strange that this ghost fire is not green, just like Yang fire? In distinguishing between ghost fire and Yang fire, we only look at the color and temperature. Ghost fire is cold, and this kind of flame is extremely hot, which is really puzzling.

But no matter what fire it is, it must be the bastard who set fire in his dream. It makes it clear that burning the body and killing the mouth prevents me from getting all the truth.

It's so hateful. If I don't skin you and cramp you, I won't be Qin!

Thinking of this, waving the open flame finger, there was a "circle burning" at 180 degrees. No matter where you hide your dead thing, you will become a roast suckling pig like old zongzi!

Who knows, the fire did not burn the grandson, but lit the dead bodies in the wardrobe, and a blazing flame broke out on each body. It is reasonable to say that flame does not burn ordinary dead bodies, but they have resentment and evil spirit, so they become the target of Mingyan.

But the result is actually good. Rather than keep these bodies permanently sealed in the wardrobe, it's better to cremate them. Lest the seal on the cruise ship be cracked and quickly turn into a zombie.

In an instant, the whole dressing room turned into a sea of fire. I turned and ran out. However, as soon as I ran out, I saw dead ghosts standing outside the door. At this moment, they finally came out and wanted to block me in and burn me alive.

You don't look beautiful, you think too beautiful, so in the process of running, you shake your hands and let out a flame. Now, my friends don't care to pity these unjustly dead souls. If I don't kill you, I won't live.

As soon as Mingyan ran out of the door, suddenly a fire came to her face and pushed Mingyan back into the house.

His uncle's, the arsonist bastard was outside the door. When he looked around, he immediately saw that the ghost fire came from a male ghost hand. It was standing in the front row of ghosts, about thirty years old, with infinite pride in its ferocious eyes.

I couldn't help but be stunned. How could I look so familiar, and then I remembered that it was the man's body in the sarcophagus!

How is it? It is reasonable to say that it was developed into a kind of hatred of corpse heart. After death, it should have great hatred for the murderer. Why should Mao help the tyrant in turn? I don't think so, because other dead ghosts look like walking corpses and don't have their own consciousness. Only this bastard has smart eyes and is in control of all situations, indicating that it has consciousness.

This is unscientific. The owner of this building will never allow dead ghosts to stay awake. Didn't it die here, but the body was used to raise and refine the body. I hated it. After the murderer gave up the ghost building, I came here to look for the body?

That makes sense, but why does it undermine my search for the truth? There must be an unknown secret behind this, and there are more unsolvable mysteries in this bastard, such as where the ghost pestle artifact came from, and how did this magical ghost fire learn?

Thinking of the ghost fire, my heart suddenly moved and shouted, "you fugitive from hell, set fire in the underworld, and it's dishonest to escape to the sun. You should make trouble here!"

Man, it's just a test. Unexpectedly, the bastard immediately opened his eyes and looked very surprised. He only heard it ask, "how do you know I'm a fugitive from the underworld?"

I'll go. It's really it. It's really broken iron shoes. There's nowhere to find. It takes no time to get it!

I sneered and said, "you don't care how I know. It's still time to stop now, otherwise you know what the consequences are."

The bastard disdained to smile: "don't cheat me. I'm not a fugitive from the underworld. I've died here for many years and haven't been out. You can see the body in the coffin. You're not so stupid that you can't even figure out this simple thing? "

I glanced and said, "am I an idiot or are you an idiot? If there is no ghost in your heart, what do you explain? Only a guilty heart can talk so much nonsense. Before, I didn't understand why you could escape from the underworld. Now I finally know that there are two skills: Ghost pestle and ghost fire. Let alone that the underworld can't stop you, God won't take you. There's no way. "

The bastard looked very proud when he was praised by me: "since you know that God can't help me, what are you resisting? Kneel down and beg me for mercy. I may be soft hearted and allow you to stay here as a ghost when you die."

After listening to the last sentence, I almost didn't spit blood. I thought I was controlling a group of dead ghosts, so I was arrogant and regarded it as a small underground place? You're not afraid that the wind will flash your dog teeth!

I sneered: "you robbed my lines and gave you three seconds to think, either kneel down and beg for mercy, or I sent you to hell!"

The bastard said contemptuously, "then go..."

Just now, the flame in my hand suddenly soared, pushing the ghost fire back like a tide. The bastard was shocked and turned his hands. Obviously, he wanted to push Mingyan back. However, it was in vain. He couldn't stop Mingyan's fierce momentum at all. He immediately approached the palm of his hand and would devour the last "spark" in his hand at any time.

Although these dead ghosts lose consciousness, they are not stupid. They know that the bastard can't stop them. So he shouted and ran away in an instant.

The bastard's angry face turned green. I thought he had to hold on for a while. Unexpectedly, he suddenly dodged and disappeared, and even ran away shamelessly.

Ya is really spineless. Where's your face?

But is it that easy for you to escape? I immediately closed my eyes to a dream and pulled the grandson back.