marry a ghost

Like an old crow, Wei Qiye laughed, making Wei Shi get goosebumps all over his body. When he got closer, he could smell the stench of Wei Qiye's body, although he tried to suppress it. It came down a little, but Wei Shi could still smell it.

Not only did he smell the stench of corpses, but he also felt that the soul attached to Wei Qiye was not Wei Qiye himself. I am afraid that after this coffin was secretly triggered, Wei Qiye and his wife would have died. It was too heavy, so it became a necromancer.

The strange thing is that ordinary undead are very attached to their own corpses, they will stay in the corpse, even if the corpse turns into dry bones, they still can't go away, but the soul in Wei Qiye's body is obviously not himself, but It was a ghost with a lot of yin and evil energy, and Wei Shi was very familiar with this ghost.

He was so familiar with him that shortly after meeting, he easily found out with a piece of yellow talisman behind his back. It turned out to be Mr. Dong.

Mr. Dong is dead?When did you die?How did you die?And why is it attached to Wei Qiye?A series of questions filled Wei Shi's mind. From the day when Chen Yang saw him and Wei Qiye setting up formations in the cave in the damp place, and let Wei Donglai return to the sun, he disappeared without a trace. here.

"Old Mr. Dong" laughed roughly for a few times, "Yes, yes, you are the only junior in Wei Zhuang that I still like, and I didn't miss it." "Mr. Dong" said this, The subject changed, "It's just that you are still going to die in my hands!"

The dim light illuminates the somewhat yellowish wall, and the wall slowly peels off, revealing the contents inside. There are murals one after another, all of which are about the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld. There are [-] levels of hell, each level is [-] times more painful than the previous level, but the time is twice as long.The punishments such as killing and wounding by swordsmen, fire and heat, severe cold and severe freezing, and large pits and valleys made people miserable.

Using severe torture to prove cause and effect, and using severe punishment to police sentient beings is hell.

Wei Shi glanced at the murals, then turned his head calmly, "Mr. Dong, what kind of conspiracy do you have? Is Wei Zhuang's strange disease your fault? Why on earth did you do this?"

"Old Mr. Dong" leaned heavily on the ground with his crutches, "Why, you want to know? Haha, if you want to be a fool, it depends on whether I give in, but I can tell you something, the monster in Wei Zhuang The disease was caused by me, if you hadn't destroyed the 'ghost escape' I set up a few months ago, the people of Weizhuang would have been killed and injured a long time ago!"

The corners of Wei Shi's eyes twitched, it was indeed "Ghost Dunning" that was done by "Mr. Dong".

It's really deliberate, and we must put the people of Weizhuang to death. What kind of hatred is so deep?When Wei Shi was investigating this matter, he didn't find out that anyone in Mr. Dong's Taoist team had feuded with Wei Zhuang?Even if it is pushed up a few generations, it will be all right.

Therefore, it can only be something farther and farther away.

Wei Shi has read a lot of books sent by Mr. Wei these days, in which he vaguely mentioned many secrets of Wei Zhuang, including the inside story of why the ancestors of Wei Zhuang left their hometown back then. He looked at "Mr. Dong" and slowly Said, "Are you from the Dong family?"

When he said this, Wei Shi was not sure, because the ancestors of the Wei family clearly stated that the members of the Dong family, regardless of gender, were dead, and it was impossible for descendants to survive and reproduce. It's just that there is no absolute in everything, how could the big clan who had been fighting against the Wei family for hundreds of years back then not have left any behind?

Besides, the Dong family was a bit supernatural, which is quite imaginable from the Wei family.

If there were no accidents, how could the Wei family abandon their ancestral business? There must be some mistakes in the middle, but even if there was a mistake, it has been more than 300 years, and the Dong family is still biting like a mad dog. Do you really plan to pursue the hatred from generation to generation?Wei Zhuang will have a "human plague" every sixty years, and there will be countless deaths. Isn't that enough?Wei Shi's eyes were red, and he was filled with resentment when he thought of Wei Zhuang's relatives and friends lying in unbearable pain.

If you have a wronged person and a debtor, you need to be careful in collecting debts. You really treat the people of Weizhuang as livestock, and every once in a while, you will come and pick up a crop of leeks. "Stay here and save the people of Weizhuang.

"Mr. Dong" Jie Jie laughed, "Do you still know the Dong family? You are indeed the descendants of the witches of the Wei family, and those old immortals didn't hide everything from you. If that's the case, you can die too."

Just when "Mr. Dong" was laughing, a layer of gray-black yin energy slowly formed on the surrounding walls, and the yin energy flowed like water. Among them, the little ghost painted in the mural on the wall , instruments of torture and other things also came out, and slowly surrounded Wei Shi.

The little ghost holding iron tongs pulled out the tongue of a soul, not all at once, but stretched first, and then pulled slowly, making life worse than death. The soul struggled but could not break free, and could only let the tongue out at the mercy of.While pulling out the soul's tongue, the kid turned his miserable green face to look at Wei Shi, as if evaluating where to attack Wei Shi.

Next to the tongue-pulling ghost, there is a kid who is holding scissors and is constantly cutting off ten fingers of the soul. Next to it are a dozen kid dragging an iron tree, slowly coming down from the mural. Took the soul, pierced it under the skin from the back, and hung it on the iron tree.

Beside the iron tree, there is a mirror. There are everything in the mirror. A little ghost drags a soul and presses it in front of the mirror. The crime of this soul immediately appears in the mirror. Let them die of cold and starvation on the street.Now that the guilt has been revealed, the punishment of hell awaits this soul.

Eighteen layers of hell, eighteen terrifying scenes, all rolling in the black yin.

Even Wei Shi became a little panicked. He didn't expect that "Mr. Dong" would have such a method. He saw those little ghosts holding and dragging all kinds of instruments of torture surrounded him, crowded together, and followed the points. Like Qian, he was scrambling to take him down, so that his life would be worse than death under his own torture tools. Wei Shi's face turned blue, and he pulled out a mahogany sword from his back, and took out a bell from his pocket with his left hand, shaking it rhythmically. stand up.

The mahogany sword in his hand was handed down by Xu Laosan's master's master. It is said that it is made of a thousand-year-old mahogany. Yes, I have to stay away, but these little devils in front of me are pressing hard.

Wei Shi's footsteps were chaotic, he stumbled, and almost fell to the ground. He quickly stabilized his body, shaking the bell in his hand even more urgently, stepped on the strange door, and recited the formula.

Although Wei Shi's face was pale, his expression was extremely resolute, without any wavering or timidity.

All the little ghosts surrounded him, and the mahogany sword in Wei Shi's hand cut, slashed, stabbed, and picked without hesitation. All of a sudden, blood and flesh flew all over the place, but the little ghosts didn't care, and started jumping towards Wei Shi. In a hurry, he blocked this side and came out again.

Soon, those little ghosts got close, some with their hands, some with instruments of torture, and greeted Wei Shi one after another.You can't retreat, you can only advance, otherwise these little devils will be even more rampant, and they will be powerless at that time, although the current situation is not much better.

"Mr. Dong" was laughing crazily, gloomy and cold. When those little ghosts heard this laughter, they rushed up again desperately, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. Wei Shi was surrounded by three layers from the left. He is tough, with scars on his body, but he doesn't take a step back under his feet.

Seeing the tongue-pulling kid holding the pliers in his left hand, he was about to open Wei Shi's mouth with his right hand, trying to put the pliers in and clamp Wei Shi's tongue. The stinky liquid was applied layer by layer, the strength in his hands was getting weaker and slower, and his movements were getting slower and slower, and he was about to fall to the ground. At this moment, a billowing black wave emerged from Wei Shi's body. cigarette.

Wherever the black smoke went, all the little ghosts screamed and turned into a pool of black water.

And the gray-black yin energy gushing out from the wall is like water entering a river, being sucked by the black smoke, maybe for a moment, maybe a little longer, the originally hideous and terrifying [-]-story hell will be wiped out. Outside some foul-smelling black water, it was clean.

The walls painted with eighteen floors of hell seemed to have been eroded by the accelerated flow of time, peeling off, peeling off, and fading. Soon, the murals on it were blurred, and it was no longer possible to see what the original paintings were. Whether it was the imp, the instrument of torture or the soul, they all disappeared.

Black smoke billowed, engulfing Wei Shi, and took him to the side.

Wei Shi didn't faint, but was injured. While struggling, he shouted, "What's the matter with you, I didn't call you!" A child's voice came out from the black smoke, and a man's voice came out for a while. , "It's a lie, you are trying to be brave even when you are about to die - I will live and die with you, don't mess around, or you will taste the bitterness -"

Hearing his words, Wei Shi's face turned green and pale for a while, and finally snorted coldly, "I can owe anything, but this ghost's debt can't be, and I have to pay it back, and every time I have to pay it back, life is worse than death. Sighed, forget it, life is still important.

Wei Shi made up his mind dejectedly. When he raised his head, he saw "Mr. Dong" sitting motionless on the chair. He quickly got up from the ground and ran to "Mr. Dong". "Take the opportunity to escape, this "Mr. Dong" is really cunning, Wei Shi turned his head to look at the black smoke, "Can you catch that soul back? If you can catch it, it will count as one time if you connect to it just now!"

The cloud of black smoke rolled over and dissipated in place.

Just when Wei Shi was trembling in his heart, Wei Qiye, who had become a real corpse without the slightest threat, suddenly jumped up from his seat, and grabbed Wei Shi's neck with his five fingers like claws. When he was startled, he dodged back, and the mahogany sword in his hand slashed horizontally and pierced Wei Qiye.

Wei Qiye's body trembled for a while, and there was a strange sound of "cackling" in his throat. He grabbed the air a few times weakly, then hung down again, and remained motionless. Wei Shi looked at Wei Qiye's dead eyes, Sighing, he stretched out his hand to try to close Wei Qiye's eyes, but he couldn't close them no matter what, that's probably the case.

The moment just now should be caused by the soul of Wei Qiye who was squeezed out of the body by Dong Lao first.

He has no sanity, only instinct, and attacks people whenever he sees them, just to vent the resentment in his heart, and when the resentment dissipates, the soul will no longer be dependent.

I don’t know if Wei Qiye would regret returning his son Wei Donglai to Yang. Although Donglao had planned everything first, if Wei Qiye hadn’t lost his mind and blinded his eyes, it wouldn’t stop there. Leave what should be left, stay what should be left, and not be too persistent, maybe not to this point.

Really, what a pity.