horror confession

After some discussion, Uncle Cheng drove Sheng Shizhao and Lu Jinghong to the direction of Windsor Castle.

It was twelve o'clock at noon, and there were two hours left before Ming Fei's memorial service.

The car slowly drove into the parking lot near Basong's house, and Wang Lei's car was already waiting there, and his two little followers, Qiangzi and Dazhuang, were also sitting in the car.

"Mr. Lu, Shi Zhao, what happened?"

The three of Wang Lei quietly got into Lu Jinghong's seven-seater car, hissed and asked.

In order to get back the 45 magical artifacts and subdue Basong, Lu Jinghong and Sheng Shizhao discussed a careful plan.

They decided to split into two groups, and while Basong was going to preside over the memorial service, they sneaked into his house and carried out the magical artifacts.After the memorial service is over, invite Basong to Xiangyuan, and take him down in one fell swoop!

Sheng Shizhao paused and said: "As long as he enters Xiangyuan, even if he grows wings, he won't be able to fly out!"

"But..." Wang Lei asked suspiciously, "How do you ensure that he will definitely go to Xiangyuan when the time comes?"

"We have his very important things in our hands." Sheng Shizhao's mouth raised a smile that was sure to win: "Even if he is not invited, he will take the initiative to come to the door sooner or later."

When he and Ming Fei had synesthesia at that time, he clearly remembered that Basong had specifically asked about the whereabouts of the amulet.Based on this, it can be concluded that this amulet should be of great significance to Basong, and Basong will definitely not let it fall into the hands of outsiders.

"But after Ba Song goes to the memorial service, how do you sneak into his house?" Wang Lei asked suspiciously, "Do you want to pick the lock? This is against the law!"

"You don't have to worry about this, we have our own solutions." Sheng Shizhao replied with a mysterious face.He raised his hand to read his watch, guessing that the time should be almost there, so he took out a gossip mirror from his pocket and handed it to Wang Lei.

"Put this gossip mirror in your trouser pocket, and you can go to Basong's house now." Sheng Shizhao said in a serious tone: "Don't reveal your secrets! For the rest, you don't need to do anything, just make it up Just the reason for coming."

Wang Lei replied confidently: "Don't worry about this! Ba Song and my mother have a good relationship. Just now I asked my mother to bake a special waffle as a door-to-door gift."

After the words fell, Sheng Shizhao and Lu Jinghong looked at each other in tacit understanding, secretly suspicious in their hearts.

Wang Lei's mother "Ashley" is a member of the Golden Dawn Association. Could Shi Fusheng be related to the Golden Dawn Association?

After watching Wang Lei knock on the door of Basong's house with the plate of waffles, Lu Jinghong took a deep breath and looked at Sheng Shizhao worriedly: "You stay here for a while to carry the magic weapon with Uncle Cheng Qiangzi, I will attend The memorial service, and then return to the Fragrance Garden with Bassong."

"No!" Sheng Shizhao replied decisively: "I have already agreed before, you stay, I will go to the memorial service. Ba Song is very dangerous, I am afraid that he will plot against you on the way to Xiangyuan. Did you fight?" I'm great."

Lu Jinghong smiled lightly: "I know puppetry. And he and I are colleagues, and Wang Lei will accompany me when the time comes."

Sheng Shizhao shook his head resolutely, and said in an unquestionable tone: "There is no need to say any more! You stay and carry the magic weapon with Uncle Cheng Qiangzi and the others, and I will go to the memorial service."

Ever since Lu Jinghong almost died last time, he secretly swore in his heart that he would never hurt Lu Jinghong again!

Lu Jinghong knew that Sheng Shizhao was a stubborn person, and once he made a decision, eight horses would not be able to pull him back. To put it bluntly, he was a little stubborn.

Suddenly, with a "ding", Sheng Shizhao received a text message from Wang Lei - "Everything is going well, I will go to the memorial service with Ba Song in half an hour."

Sheng Shizhao quickly took out the peach blossom that Xin Wan had given him earlier from his pocket, and saw through synesthesia that Xin Wan had already been looking for the location of the basement in Basong's house.

He and Lu Jinghong put Xin Wan's soul into the gossip mirror before, and after Ba Song left, Xin Wan would open the door and put them in.

"Then be careful in everything." Sheng Shizhao's hand was suddenly grasped by Lu Jinghong, and he said earnestly: "If Ba Song doesn't want to come to Xiangyuan, it's better than reluctantly. Yanchu and Songxue will arrive tomorrow, when the time comes, everyone It's not too late to deal with Basong together."

"En!" Sheng Shizhao replied loudly.Clasping Lu Jinghong's fingers with his backhand, Jier moved closer to Lu Jinghong's face, raised his eyebrows, and whispered, "Master, I want a lucky kiss."

Lu Jinghong froze on the spot, his cheeks turned red.

The air in the car instantly condensed.Although Sheng Shizhao's voice was low, it was enough for the other three to hear clearly.

Sheng Shizhao raised the clasped hands of the two of them, as if showing off something, then lowered his head and kissed the back of Lu Jinghong's hand lightly, then pushed open the car door, jumped out of the car lightly, with the corners of his mouth twitching. With a satisfied smile, he ran towards the opposite side of the street in three steps.

Qiang Zi and Da Zhuang were dumbfounded, and even Uncle Cheng blushed.

It wasn't until Lu Jinghong coughed twice that the others found out that Basong had left the villa with Wang Lei.

Uncle Cheng turned his head to look at Lu Jinghong.

I saw Lu Jinghong took out a stack of latex gloves and shoe covers from his bag, and distributed them to Qiangzi and Da Zhuang one by one: "Thank you for your hard work. Remember not to leave any traces. Only take things that belong to us. In 10 minutes, everyone starts to move!"

At this time, Sheng Shizhao had already got into the taxi first and headed towards the memorial service.

A lot of people came to Ming Fei's memorial service, except for the faculty and staff of Windsor Middle School, basically all the students who had attended his class came.

As soon as Sheng Shizhao arrived, Ba Song and Wang Lei also arrived at the church.

The memorial service officially started, the pastor closed the door of the church, went to Ming Fei's body and began to read the Bible.

Afterwards, Bassong stepped onto the stage in the eyes of everyone.

He slowly talked about his friendship with Ming Fei for so many years, and everyone present couldn't help but be moved by his tears.

"Fuck, he's really thick-skinned!" Wang Lei hissed Sheng Shizhao with contempt on his face, "I'm going to punch him hard in Xiangyuan later, otherwise I really can't swallow this bad breath!"

That's right, if Ming Fei knew that even his own funeral was held by the murderer who killed him, his spirit in heaven would definitely not be able to rest in peace!

Sheng Shizhao took a deep breath, clenched his five fingers tightly in his palm, and said to himself: "Ming Fei, don't worry, I will definitely uphold justice for you!"

After the speech, everyone began to come forward to mourn for Ming Fei's flowers.Ba Song saw Sheng Shizhao who was holding a white rose, looked around again, and asked suspiciously, "Why didn't Mr. Lu come?"

Sheng Shizhao tried his best to restrain the resentment in his heart, and replied calmly: "Master is preparing a dinner at home. We invited some students to pray for Teacher Ming Fei tonight, and he specifically asked me to invite you too. "

A look of surprise flashed across Basong's face, and he smiled and said, "Sorry, I'm not a Christian, and it's not appropriate to go. Thank you Master for your kindness on my behalf. Ming Fei will be very happy if he knows."

At this moment, Sheng Shizhao received a message from Lu Jinghong: "Everything is going well, all 45 magical artifacts have been taken out, but the other half of the seven-star lamps cannot be found! We are already preparing to return to Xiangyuan, so be careful !"

Sheng Shizhao quickly replied "Got it", and then said to Ba Song who had already turned around and was about to leave: "Before Ming Fei passed away, an amulet was left in Xiangyuan. My master said that this amulet is very important. He wants to hand it over to you himself."

Ba Song raised his eyebrows, as if surprised.When he turned around, the smile on his face deepened: "Then respect is worse than obedience."

As soon as the words were finished, a British female teacher who was presenting flowers to Ming Fei suddenly screamed.She pointed at Ming Fei's body, her eyes narrowed suddenly, as if she saw something terrifying: "He, his stomach is moving!"

There was a sigh of relief on the field, Sheng Shizhao followed everyone who came forward to check the situation together, and saw Ming Fei in the coffin still had his eyes closed, but there was indeed something wriggling in his stomach, which could be seen even with clothes on. Noticeable rise and fall of the abdomen.

Sheng Shizhao was startled, and suddenly had some ominous premonition in his heart.

He had read a Southeast Asian sorcery in an ancient book in Lu Jinghong's study before. It was called "Qishu", and it was listed as the three major evil arts in Southeast Asia along with "Gu Poison" and "Dropping the Head"!

After the caster feeds some kind of worm eggs to a living person, the worm eggs will multiply rapidly in the body, absorb the nutrients and internal organs of the human body, and the human skin will quickly dry up until death.

He suddenly recalled the scene before Ming Fei's death, when Basong forced Ming Fei to drink a bowl of liquid mixed with spells and burned to ashes.

He originally thought that Basong was using magic to suck away the vitality from Ming Fei, but he didn't expect that it was a magic trick.

He quickly shouted to the surrounding crowd: "Everyone, run!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ming Fei sat up unexpectedly, opened his mouth wide, and sprayed out hundreds of densely packed flying insects, like a sudden tornado.

Those fluttering insects were as big as fireflies, and each one had a black air visible to the naked eye lingering around, looking for targets to attack.

They spread out quickly, pervasive, and got into the eyes, ears, and even mouths of the people around them in the blink of an eye!

For a time, wailing filled the entire church.

The change happened too fast, and more than a hundred people present fell to the ground after the bugs flew into their bodies. Except for Ba Song and Sheng Shizhao, no one was spared!

Those dense flying insects formed an airtight wall around Sheng Shizhao.They surrounded him eagerly, as if they really wanted to get into his body, but they were very afraid of him.

"I didn't expect you to be quite powerful." Basong sneered, staring at him leisurely with his arms folded. "But it's a pity. Even if you are the reincarnation of the Buddha, you can't walk out of this church alive today."

Sheng Shizhao still stood at the same place, under the eyebrows that were like arrows like blades, a pair of eagle eyes stared at Basong, and said coldly: "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Basong laughed even more wildly. He approached Sheng Shizhao step by step, with a strong sense of murder in his eyes, and said word by word: "I want you to die!"

After saying that, those people who fell to the ground got up from the ground neatly as if they had heard the order, and slowly walked towards Sheng Shizhao from all directions. There were only dark pupils in their eyes, like bottomless abysses.