Death Inquisitor

"Roll out! Give me out!"

Chen Fuqiang double-eyed hole.

But in his spiritual world, he roared in 19 ghosts.

Originally as ordinary people, he is not qualified, and there is no ability to enter here.

But because of the existence of ghosts, he experienced the experience that ordinary people could not have.

However, this is not a good thing for him.

"Ha ha ha! Even if we are at home, we have 19! From now on, this body is in our control! You can only look at it! Hahahaha!"

In the 19th ghost, the girl who once killed by Chen Fuqiang was laughed.

Very very fast.

At that evening two years ago, she experienced the most horrible night in life.

Until the Yin Cao Diki, it was awkward and used for several months.

Then I have to accept another nightmare, she is dead!

So her resentment of Chen Fuqiang is definitely far beyond the other 18 ghosts, and it is also imagined.

"What!" Chen Fuqiang, the state of the Soul.

When I was black, I found myself back to the outside world.

The surrounding floor is so familiar, but this will not control your body.

Step by step and walk towards the three floors of him escape.

"Stop! Wang Ba Easter, what did you do!" Chen Fuqiang contracted, roaring in his heart.

Feared to the extreme.

He is hard to flee to the second floor, this will go back.

boom!

Wait until the house in the third floor, the door is close.

It also means that Chen Fuqiang's nightmare is really coming.

Under the gaze of the audience in the live broadcast, he was held by the nine ghosts in the body to come to the kitchen.

"If you want to do it! Give the old man out of this body!" Chen Fuqiang highmished, and his heart continued to roar.

Obviously, it is impossible to control it. It is a very difficult thing to accept any normal humans.

Because no one will want his free bottom line to be invaded, criminal.

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

It is the response of the nine ghosts.

Then, Chen Fuqiang saw herself ignited the natural gas.

Then, a pot of water was burned above.

But the kettle's cover is not covered. In contrast, he stretched his hand into the water.

Of course, all this is not from his own will, but the result of 19 ghosts.

"Don't, there is something good! There is a good discussion! Take my hand out!" Chen Fuqiang panic.

The spicy of the ghosts was scared.

I quickly asked for effort in my heart.

I don't know how, his mouth is the right to restore the free speech, this will talk about it in his heart.

After hearing his voice, Chen Fuqiang suddenly hob, and his face broke out on his face.

"I can talk!" He excited, and then shouted: "Death Judgment! I want to negotiate! Let them live ... Ah, no! Let them come out from my body!"

"Negot? What do you want to talk? This trial of you is the nine ghosts, it is their revenge for you. If you convince me, it is better to talk directly to them." Ye Chen faint voice came from: "Let you say that you can't kill you, you can't kill one person, indirectly killed 18 people. I can't end the trial, I have time to do these little actions, it is better to reflect on the province. Otherwise, go to the Yin Cao Duan House, still have you. "

"I am reflective! I am absolutely reflect!" Chen Fuqiang said quickly, his face was shining: "But the judge is boss, can you let me take it out from here again, I must conduct a deep review."

Ye Chen's voice has not appeared for a long time.

Until a cold snort with anger.

Chen Fuqiang slammed out a blood and pale.

He feels that his brain and five organs have been hit by a force, and the whole person is rotating, it seems to die.

"Mingling!" Ye Chen sounded with the sound of a disgusting tone.

The natural gas flame under the kettle is vigorous, and the surrounding air is distorted, and the temperature can be seen when the temperature has come to.

Because Ye Chen is in this flame, a fire magical magic named "Flame" is applied, so that ordinary flame temperatures have reached a high degree!

At the high temperature of this temperature, the water in the kettle is immediately hot.

Chen Fuqiang's face was stunned again and again.

"Don't stop! Judgment the official boss! Stop! Will be dead!" He scared his eyes and twisted his face into a group, and hurriedly shouted.

As the water temperature increases, the sound is getting more and more urgent, and it is more and more fearful.

Until the screams sounded in the kitchen, the body can convulsive because of severe pain.

It can be seen that the water in the kettle has been burnt, and it is bubble.

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

"Death judge, you are not a person! Stop, stop to Laozi! Ah! Dram! Stop! Save me! Come!" Chen Fu shouted, mourned.

Trying to cause attention to other households in this unit building.

But don't say that most people are in work, even if there are people, it is impossible to hear his voice.

Because Ye Chen will not allow his voice to be heard by others, as he has a big shouting in the corridor, no one is looking at it.

Therefore, Chen Fuqiang's small trick is destined to be in vain.

"I will come out! I have to be burned!"

"Hey, I haven't been aware, my hand!"

"You must not die!"

Chen Fuqiang became a bit crazy, and there was no chaos that were unhappy.

At this time, his body suddenly moved.

Almost burned right hand stretched out from the kettle, then with another intact hand, it is still in the burning flame. .