Chatty Hollywood

　　 Since becoming a Mandrill, Wei Changhui never thought that he would have such an embarrassing day.

　　 Although he is not very clear, why he woke up from ancient China to the United States on the other side of the ocean, but this does not prevent him from following his instinct-devouring the living and pursuing power.

　　 Every time he swallows the vitality of a living person, he can feel a little stronger. This feeling makes him obsessed.

As for the souls of the devoured, he will turn them into his own ghosts. Although it is only a mere thing, he likes it, just as he likes to pile up the corpses of the people whose vitality he has devoured. It's the same in the depths of my cave.

　　 No reason, he just likes it.

　　 Unknowingly, he swallowed the lives of hundreds of people, which made him stronger than any mandrill he had ever seen before. He thought he would stay free until-

　　 "I have a way to help you become a mountain god!"

　　 He doesn't believe that a foreign devils can know such secret things, but making mandrills a mountain **** is their dream since the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom era. He listened with an intent mindset, and then fell all over...

　　 "Movies allow people to actively sacrifice their fears to you, and after getting enough sacrifices, you will naturally become a mountain god."

　　—It sounds like it's really worth a try.

　　 With his help, the foreign devil named Charlotte really made a movie. When the movie was released, Wei Changhui really felt the fear that people sacrificed to him, however—

　　 "Who is it that passed the magic of painting the wall to this foreign devil!?"

　　Until being trapped by the opponent with cinnabar fire, Wei Changhui still couldn't believe that the long-lost magic of painting the wall would be seen again, and he was used to himself by his enemies without death.

　　 He can't leave the world that trapped him. Because the magic of wall painting was created to deal with monsters like him, the powerful sealing power prevents him from leaving this weird world easily;

　　 He couldn't recruit his large group of ghosts. Because in this world, only his soul and consciousness, his body remains in place, with the ghosts. Here, he is just a stronger consciousness;

　　 He could not extinguish the cinnabar fire burning on his body. Since ancient times, cinnabar has been the color used to conjure prisoners, and it is only a sign for living beings. But for the monsters and ghosts who are hovering between life and death, it has out-and-out magic. The flame it ignited is like the sentence of the Ten Temple Yama.

　　 Fortunately, a cinnabar fire of this scale, it is impossible to burn yourself to death without a few dozen days. And this wall painting spell that sealed him is far from being able to support that long-although he has hardly seen a movie, he has also learned from the memories of those ghosts that a movie can't be longer than a day.

　　 Of course, he can break through the other side to block his painting ground as a prison. Although this spell passed down from King Zhou Wen is practical, it is not powerful. As long as the net is broken, it is not very difficult to rush out.

　　 However, he did not do this.

　　—What if you rush out?

　　 In the world built by the other party specifically to seal him, his power has been greatly weakened. Even if he rushed out, he could not guarantee to defeat the opponent. But here is the opponent's home court, there must be countless traps waiting for him.

　　 "I just braked statically, but I didn't rush out!"

　　 Wei Changhui gritted his teeth and thought,

　　 "When the magic of this wall painting is over, I will return to my body and let you know how good I am!"

Of course he is also worried about what the other party said, let the female ghost steal his power, but he never believes that the other party can steal the power that he has accumulated for decades in just tens of minutes. .

　　 "Wait, the other party's purpose is..."

　　 Wei Changhui suddenly thought of a possibility-although the ghost is his subordinate, he has no complete consciousness, but he is not a complete fool. They still have a few memories and emotions from before they are alive—this includes not only the nostalgia for life, but also the resentment of the self who killed them.

　　 "If the ghosts rebel while my consciousness is sealed..."

　　 The ghosts are very weak, even if they attack in groups, they will not have any effect on Wei Changhui's body. But if someone nearby is attracted by the riots...

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Kate actually wanted to see how the "Fatal Turn" was shot, but unfortunately, as a dedicated FBI agent, at this time she had to face the night breeze of the Vianes Valley and try her best. Searching.

　　 "Don't let me find out who made the call, or I will make him look good!"

　　 In the middle of the night, even if it is a large-scale search, the efficiency is not much higher. After searching for two or three hours, with no gain at all, Kate felt that she was being tricked.

　　 "Agent Kate, what do you think it is!?"

　　 The assistant by her side suddenly pulled Rackett. She looked up, but found that the sky in the distance seemed to be reflecting the light of fire.

　　 "Mountain fire!?"

　　 Although he has never been a forest ranger, Kate also knows that he must not be taken lightly when encountering a wildfire. She hurried to the direction where the fire was lit with her men, trying to find out the situation, but the sight that came into her eyes, but she couldn't believe it—

　　 There is indeed a big fire burning in this area in front of him, but the flame is pale white, and there are little green lights scattered in it, which makes people hardly feel the scorching heat. The flame is like ice and snow, attached to the grass and trees in the mountains and forests, like it is burning, and it seems to be waiting to be extinguished.

　　 "This is... a ghost fire!?"

　　 Before Kate could speak, an agent behind her trembled and said the answer that no one wanted to admit. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　—In European and American legends, the concept of ghost fire also exists. However, in many cases, Westerners are more romantic. Compared with the wild ghost fire, they believe that the dazzling aurora borealis that day is the flame lit by the burning of the soul.

　　 However, romance is often untenable in reality.

　　 Looking at the pale flame without a trace of temperature, even if Kate never believed in ghosts, she couldn't help feeling a little trembling in her calves at this time. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief or in disbelief, but suddenly found that the flame suddenly disappeared from her eyes.

　　—So, it was an illusion just now! ?

　　 Although I wanted to draw a conclusion on this, Kate's eyes did not follow the master's wishes-she still caught a little fire from the corner of her eye.

　　 Although most of the pale flame has disappeared, there is still a little remaining.

　　 "Catch up!"

　　 Kate immediately chased after him. The things in front of her were weird, but as a trained agent, Kate firmly believed that behind any weird incident, there is always normal truth. Therefore, when facing weird things, the best way is not to turn a blind eye, but to face it directly.

　　 Then—

　　 At the place where the white flame finally disappeared, Kate found a hidden dark cave. The entrance is narrow and hidden, and there is vegetation outside. If it weren't for the strange flame just now, Kate felt it would be difficult to find the cave even if she passed by.

　　 "This smell..."

　　 Kate's brows wrinkled with a gust of wind blowing from the depths of the cave. After a while, her expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly raised the gun in her hand.

　　—A dark shadow suddenly leaped at her from the hole!

　　 "Boom! Bang! Bang!"