Listening to Feng Xue's speech, everyone felt that something was wrong with this person, but at the same time, they felt inexplicably relaxed, because at this moment, everyone suddenly felt that this hot pot dish should not be made by this person.
In other words, no one can decompose a corpse into such a "delicious" form in such a short period of time.
But probably because the hot pot dish attracted too much attention, only then did anyone see the tablet in the middle of the round table surrounded by brain flowers, yellow throats, and belly slices.
"City God's Temple kid? Is this the identity of the ghost on the red-faced man? So these are actually tributes made by that ghost to himself?"
The beer-bellied student exclaimed, but Feng Xue keenly noticed that he seemed to be trying to cover up his somewhat obvious swallowing movements with this somewhat exaggerated cry.
But no matter what the student boy was hiding, his words did attract everyone's attention. After thinking for a moment, they felt that this should be the truth.
After all, judging from the way the woman died before, the ghost killer should have chosen the same death method as himself. No matter what the reason was, it shouldn't have been so... well, delicate.
Unless that ghost was made into such a table of dishes during his lifetime.
But judging from the appearance and characteristics of the red-faced man, he did not look like this kind of ghost.
Feng Xue, who had seen through everything, said nothing, just gently touched the pen in her hand.
Bi Xian, who already had some tacit understanding, stuck out his head and said directly without any nonsense:
"What are you asking again?"
"Look at that tablet. How many spirits are there?"
Feng Xue still maintained her customary movement of turning the pen, letting the Bixian's head, which was constantly rotating like a propeller, look at the memorial tablet. Fortunately, the Bixian had no idea of dizziness, so he glanced at it and replied:
"one."
"One? What kind of ghost?" Feng Xue secretly sighed that it was indeed the case and asked.
Bixian paused slightly this time before saying:
"He's a red-faced fried ghost, not a fried dough stick. He probably felt as if he was directly thrown into a frying pan when he was alive. He died in a very miserable state. Now he is eating tribute with incense. It's too much for you to punish such a subordinate for me. Are you crazy?"
"Red-faced ghost? Not actually a hanged ghost?" Feng Xue was quite surprised, but at the same time, she also had some ideas about how things happened so quickly.
"What are you muttering over there? Did you find anything?" It seemed that he was the next one to die. The green-faced man completely let himself go. After hearing this, Feng Xue just pointed at the dead man's head with the Tianling Cover opened and said :
"I'm just curious as to how this head was cut so beautifully."
"Beautiful?" It seemed that they were startled by this adjective. Everyone, including the social animals and students, couldn't help but take a step back.
Whether in life or in death, this thing can't be said to be beautiful, right?
When Feng Xue saw this, she didn't talk nonsense. She just held the expensive pen in her hand, like waving a laser pointer in class, and pointed at the eye sockets and top of the dead head from a distance——
"Although bloodletting is a routine operation, even if bloodletting is done, it is impossible to do it so cleanly. This head has been taken out of the brain and eyeballs, but it can maintain this clean state, even if the first step is taken. The bloodletting and reprocessing method will inevitably leave blood in the capillaries, but you see, there is no blood at all on the table, and the internal organs are also in a very clean state, which is very abnormal."
"How can it be normal for ghosts to kill people?" The green-faced man was a little afraid that Feng Xue could explain it seriously, but he still complained like this. After hearing this, Feng Xue pointed to the hanging corpse beside him and said:
"The one who was hanged was normal. Well, it was indeed not normal. The one who was hanged was a bit too clean."
After taking a look at the pants of the hanging body, Feng Xue corrected her mistake, shook her head and said:
"It's almost like the TV series has been specially harmonized."
Although I really want to complain about something like "a TV series that is so bloody can't pass the censorship", this scene is really not bloody at all.
What's more, if they weren't majoring in medicine and didn't have the dead head, no one would directly associate the table with corpses.
However, the green-faced man did not talk much about this issue, but pointed to his neck and said:
"What's the use of saying this? Even if the ghost kills people in a normal way, can they still live?"
As he spoke, he pointed hard at his neck, and the handprints on it were obviously deeper.
"To be precise, if it is normal, then you are already dead. At least under normal circumstances, there is no way for a person to remain conscious when being strangled like this."
Feng Xue looked at the green-faced man's neck and issued a death notice without mercy. The living room fell into a dead silence for an instant, but at this moment, the beer-belly student who had been a little off before suddenly jumped out of control. When he got to the table, he grabbed a pile of snowflake meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and there was a burst of retching in the room.
"The fried ghost is angry." Miss Bixian suddenly spoke. Without her needing to say anything, Feng Xue had already seen that the red, swollen ghost figure with all kinds of disgusting bulges emerged from the spiritual position. He reached out and grabbed the beer-bellied student who was devouring the hot pot dish on the table.
The beer-bellied student's movements immediately stiffened, and then he suddenly started vomiting. Above his head, a skinny ghost figure stretched out half of his body, opened his big mouth, and bit into the hand stretched out by the red ghost.
And at this moment, three shadows rushed towards the vacant tablet at the same time, but they collided with each other above the dining table and began to bite each other.
"Five?" Feng Xue narrowed her eyes and immediately turned around, and saw the social beast who couldn't understand it from the beginning. He was holding down the burnt black bracelet on his wrist with one hand, and his face was no longer the same as before. That kind of ordinaryness gave it a somewhat thoughtful look.
"Old player? Or veteran?" Feng Xue glanced at the other players who had obviously lost a level due to the ghosts leaving their bodies, and asked.
The social man rubbed his bracelet with his fingers and said calmly:
"I'm just a small character who has lived for three games. He is not as smart as you. I will lose this time and all my souls will be yours. How about that?"
"If you really think so, then of course it's good."
Feng Xue nodded slightly, as if turning around to look at the ghosts biting each other behind him, but at this moment, the social beast suddenly pulled off his bracelet and said loudly:
"Burn it! Sakuya Kuroshio Shiranui!"
As he finished speaking, blue-black illusory flames spurted out from his wrist. If you look closely, you will find that there is a circle of marks there like being burned by a soldering iron.
Seeing the flames gathering in the air in front of him, Feng Xue grinned, tore open the salt that suddenly appeared in his hand, and spit it out from the groove in his throat——
"Let the ghosts go, let them go, why is it like a swastika?!"
(End of chapter)
