Thousands of demons fell for me

Those cold waters may seem ordinary, but they have a miraculous effect on healing wounds.

The moment the thunderstorm stopped, the wound on Wang Dali's neck was almost completely healed, only a faint red mark could be seen.

"Master Chen, you..."

Wang Dali wringed the water from his clothes and hair in embarrassment, feeling a little annoyed, but he didn't dare to speak out.

"The injured area is too large, so it can only be treated with this method." Chen Zimu raised his eyebrows and said with a normal expression.

Unable to find a reason to refute, Wang Dali could only thank him with a sullen head.

Don't need to shower with water, do you still expect a big man to wrap his mouth around his neck and kiss him?

"Not bad, Master Chen, next time you heal me, use this method as well."

Luo Xingchen walked past Chen Zimu, looked sideways, and said a word.

Chen Zimu frowned imperceptibly.

miscalculated...

He dug a hole for others, and buried himself along the way.

Everyone present had a new understanding of Luo Xingchen.

At first I thought it was just a fragile and beautiful vase, but now I realized that it was a steel cylinder sprayed with flower paint.

With an over-the-shoulder throw, the nymphomaniac was thrown into the air, and such a big idiot monster was kicked into the sky with one kick, and even the mummy who had only seen it once knelt down to propose marriage.

Is this something ordinary people can do?

Luo Xingchen checked the surroundings, made sure there was nothing unusual, walked up to the scarecrow, untied the red string, and took the sack off his neck.

Opening the sack with the sad face painted on it, taking out the straw covering the outer layer, a white human skull was revealed, and the skull was also stuffed with yellow straw.

Luo Xingchen took the skull out of the sack, and hollowed out the straw inside.

He has kissed this kind of unknown skull with his mouth for six hours, would he still be afraid to hold it with his hands?

On the way out of the wheat field, he couldn't help but glance at the old couple again.

The two had already dug up the fragments of their son's body, and they leaned against each other, their eyes were red, and they couldn't cry.

Dare not to face the miserable scene in front of him, but had to pick up the corpses one by one with trembling hands, and put the corpses together again.

Chen Zimu said that the corpses of those who died here cannot be taken away.

Luo Xingchen couldn't bear to say it directly, at least let them have some more time to say goodbye before breaking through the illusion.

He returned to the mansion with the skull in his hand, just as he walked into Zhao Shiyun's bedroom, Wang Dali, who was depressed the whole time, suddenly rushed towards Qian Xiaoyu's side.

"Don't move, don't move."

Wang Dali took out a transparent fishing line from his pocket, wrapped it around Qian Xiaoyu's neck, held Qian Xiaoyu hostage in front of him, and nervously glanced at the people in the room, his face quite terrified.

When Zhao Shiyun was thrown into the air, the severed fishing line came out of her hand and landed right at Wang Dali's feet.He picked it up when others were not paying attention, and secretly hid it in his pocket.

"What are you going to do?"

Qian Xiaoyu was a little overwhelmed by the unexpected change, and instinctively grabbed the fishing line wrapped around his neck with both hands.

"Stop talking nonsense." Wang Dali slightly tightened the fishing line in his hand, looked at Luo Xingchen vigilantly, slowly moved to the side of the bed, and threatened in a low voice, "If you don't want your friend's head to fall to the ground, just throw that skull away." Give me."

The words in blood imply that you can leave if you return the skull, but it doesn't say that everyone can leave.

It clearly says "you" and not "you".

This likely indicates that only the one who returns the head to Ji Wenshu will get away alive.

"Wang Dali, are you crazy?"

After all, he was the one who came with him, so Xu Changling was very anxious.

"Don't blame me." Wang Dali stuck to the side of the bed, his fingers trembling slightly while holding the fishing line, "My daughter-in-law just gave birth to a baby for me last month, and I can't die. If I die, their wives will surely die." Can't live."

"Don't be impulsive." Luo Xingchen clenched his skull, glanced at the mummy hidden in the mattress, "This head doesn't seem right."

The corpse in the mattress had obviously been carefully embalmed, but the head had been exposed to the wind and rain, and had decayed to the point where only bones remained.

"Don't try to lie to me." Wang Dali shouted excitedly, "Believe it or not, I'll strangle his neck right now."

Wang Dali increased his strength, and a bloodstain slowly appeared on Qian Xiaoyu's neck.

"Okay, here it is."

Because of concern for Qian Xiaoyu's safety, Luo Xingchen could only throw the skull in Wang Dali's direction.

Worried that the skull would break if it fell on the ground, Wang Dali pushed Qian Xiaoyu away, holding the skull firmly with both hands, with an ecstatic smile on his face.

"I can finally leave this ghost place."

He turned around and immediately placed the skull on the neck of the mummy.

When he let go of his hands, the skull rolled down with a "plop".

The evening sky was shrouded in thick haze, and it was drowsy.

The bitter cold wind whizzed past the window, making a dull "creaking" sound.

The computer screen flickered suddenly.

The lights flickered on and off.

The blood that had been frozen on the screen flowed again and gathered again.

[You shameless liar must be punished! 】

The bright red blood characters are distorted and dazzling, full of mania and resentment.

At the same time as the blood characters were formed, the shallow red line on Wang Dali's neck gradually became darker and split suddenly.

"What's going on, it hurts so much!"

He felt the sharp pain from his neck, and he grabbed his neck with his fingers, his eyes were bulging, and his face was ferocious.

Blood gushed out of the gap like a fountain, and even his entire head was submerged in the blood fountain.

When the blood fountain subsided, the head on the neck also disappeared out of thin air.

The decapitated corpse flung itself powerlessly on the edge of the bed, pointing out the window with its outstretched right hand.

In the wheat field in the distance, on the scarecrow's neck, there was Wang Dali's red head poured with blood.

The emerald green wheat fields all withered in an instant, and the yellowed wheat stalks fell to the ground one after another.

Countless rotting corpses and pale bones crawled out from the soil of the wheat field, slowly approaching the mansion.

The old couple was surrounded by a group of walking corpses. Jia Qingyi's randomly assembled corpse suddenly got up and grabbed Li Shaoxin's legs with both hands.

Jia Youtie gritted his teeth and raised the shovel, trying to shovel off Jia Qingyi's arm, but two walking corpses behind him grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to the ground.

Luo Xingchen clenched his fingers tightly, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his palms.

The wheat field was a long way from the mansion, and even if they rushed to save them now, it would be too late.

Where is Ji Wenshu's head hidden?

With Zhao Shiyun's careful handling of the corpse, the head will never be allowed to be arbitrarily damaged by the external environment.

The place where she hides her head must be able to have a panoramic view of the scene in the room, and it must be close enough to her to make her feel at ease.

Luo Xingchen quickly glanced around the room, and his eyes fell on the half-human-tall brown plush bear in the corner.

Meeting the teddy bear's brown pupils, the creepy eerie feeling came again.

He stepped forward, cut open the teddy bear's head with a razor blade, and pulled out the outer white cotton wool.

Sure enough, there was a dry human head that had been treated with embalming, and the position of the binoculars happened to be facing the transparent glass false eyes on the little bear's head.

Luo Xingchen took out the head, returned to the bedside, and placed the head on the neck.

A dazzling white light flashed, and the surrounding became brighter.

The white light dissipated, it was early morning, and the soft sunlight poured into the house from the window.

Luo Xingchen found himself sitting beside Zhao Shiyun's bed, facing the window.

The wheat field in the distance returned to normal, a piece of green, swaying gently in the breeze.

The scarecrow's head turned into a bundle of round straws, on which a friendly and lovely smiling face was drawn with oil paint brushes.

Is this the end?

"Xingchen!" Qian Xiaoyu patted him on the shoulder from behind, and said eagerly, "The wedding is about to begin, why are you still here?"

Luo Xingchen was taken aback for a moment, then turned slightly and looked back.

Qian Xiaoyu was wearing a black suit and a red bow tie, looking refreshed.

On the hanger next to the dressing mirror, there is also a very conspicuous white wedding dress.

"Your wedding with Zhao Shiyun?"

Luo Xingchen was a little surprised.

"Don't be ridiculous, today you are the protagonist." Qian Xiaoyu pointed to the wedding dress and said with a smile on his face, "This white wedding dress really suits you, it must be beautiful to wear."

Luo Xingchen was completely taken aback.

In the end what happened?

It's just a flash time, why would he become someone else's bride? !