Chapter 817

"Get out of here! Get out of here

Chen Fuqiang's eyes are empty.

But in his spiritual world, he is roaring at nineteen ghosts.

Originally, as an ordinary person, he was not qualified or able to enter here.

But because of the existence of ghosts, he experienced an experience that ordinary people can't have.

However, this is not a good thing for him.

"Ha ha! Even at your home court, we have 19! From now on, this body is under our control! You can only watch! Ha ha ha

Among the nineteen ghosts, the female ghost who had been killed by Chen Fuqiang laughed.

It's very pleasant in the voice.

That night two years ago, she had the most terrifying night of her life.

Until I went to hell, they were in a muddle, and it took several months to recover.

Then she had to accept another nightmare. She was dead!

Therefore, her resentment against Chen Fuqiang is definitely far beyond the other 18 ghosts and beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"What!" Chen Fuqiang's face changed greatly.

As soon as I was dark, I found myself back to the outside world.

The corridor around him is so familiar, but he can't control his body.

Step by step, he was walking towards the third floor home where he had escaped.

"Stop! What have you done, son of a bitch Chen Fuqiang's pupils contracted and growled in his heart.

The fear was at its height.

He managed to escape to the second floor, and he was going back again.

Bang!

When we got back to the house on the third floor, the door slammed.

It means that Chen Fuqiang's nightmare has really come.

Under the gaze of the audience in the studio, he was manipulated to the kitchen by nineteen ghosts in his body.

"What do you want! Get out of this body Chen Fuqiang's eyes were staring at him, and he kept roaring in his heart.

It is a very difficult thing for any normal human being to control his own body.

Because no one wants their bottom line of freedom to be violated.

"Shut up!" In my mind, a group of noisy roars sounded.

It's the response of the nineteen ghosts.

Then, Chen Fuqiang saw that he reached out and ignited the natural gas stove.

Then he took a pot of water and burned it on it.

But the lid of the kettle was not closed. Instead, he put his hand into the water.

Of course, none of this came from his own will, but the result of the manipulation of nineteen ghosts.

"No, there's something to discuss! Something to discuss! Take my hand out Chen Fuqiang's face panicked.

Scared by the cruelty of the ghosts.

He quickly begged for mercy in his heart.

I don't know how, but his mouth has restored the right to speak freely. What he thinks in his mind will be said subconsciously.

After hearing his own voice, Chen Fuqiang was slightly stunned and his face burst out with a thick surprise color.

"I can speak!" He said excitedly, and then quickly called out, "judge of death! I want to negotiate! Let them live Oh, no! Get them out of my body

"Negotiation? What do you want to talk about? It's the nineteen ghosts who judge you this time. It's their revenge on you. If you have the ability to persuade me, you might as well speak to them directly. " Ye Chen's faint voice came from four weeks: "what's more, even if you break the sky, you can't erase the fact that you directly killed one person, indirectly killed 18 people. It's better for me to introspect and end the trial. Otherwise, if you go to hell, you will still suffer. "

"I reflect! I'm absolutely introspective Chen Fuqiang said in a hurry, with a trace of flattery on his face: "but the judge boss, can you let me take my hand out of this and reflect again, I will certainly conduct a profound review."

Ye Chen's voice did not appear for a long time.

Until a cold, angry hum rings.

Chen Fuqiang suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood, pale.

He felt his brain and five internal organs were hit by a force, the whole person whirled around, as if to die.

"Stubborn!" Ye Chen sounded with disgust.

The flame of natural gas under the kettle booms, and the air around is twisted. It can be seen how terrible the temperature is.

Because ye Chen applied a fire magic named "exuberant flame" in the fire, making the ordinary flame temperature reach thousands of degrees high!

At this temperature, the water in the kettle warms up immediately.

The expression on Chen Fuqiang's face changed from pinching Mei to panic again.

"No! Stop it! Chief judge, spare your life! Stop it! You'll die He closed his eyes in fear, twisted his face into a ball, and cried out in a hurry.With the increase of water temperature, the sound is more and more urgent, more and more scared.

Until the scream sounded in the kitchen, the body also because of sharp pain and instinctive convulsion.

You can see that the water in the kettle is boiling and bubbling.

And Chen Fuqiang's hand is red, still immersed in it.

"Judge of death, you are not a man! Stop! Stop! Ah ah ah! It's killing me! Stop it! Help me! Come on Chen Fuqiang yelled and wailed.

Trying to attract the attention of other residents in the unit.

But not to say that most people are at work at this time, even if there are still people, it is impossible to hear his voice.

Because ye Chen would not allow his voice to be heard by others, just as he was shouting for help in the corridor, but no one came out to have a look at it.

So Chen Fuqiang's tricks are doomed to be futile.

"Take it out! It's going to be cooked! "

"Woo hoo, I'm almost unconscious, my hand!"

"Judge of death, you shall not die easily!"

Chen Fuqiang became a little crazy, incoherently scolding and shouting.

At this time, his body suddenly moved.

The almost cooked right hand reached out of the kettle and, with the other intact hand, held it to the still burning body. ..

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