Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 773 Oil-Splashed Insect Bites
The atmosphere at the competition venue was so heated that it was almost noisy.

The strange-looking evil spirits were waving strange objects and shouting like drunk football hooligans.

Only Ling Ji, who was standing at the edge of the venue, looked at Wu Xian with a worried look on her face.

After waiting for a while, I saw that the atmosphere had become heated.

A kid wearing a tall hat and holding a microphone stood in the center of the venue.

"Well, let me now declare that the Box of Death competition officially begins!"

"This is our home ground, so as the host, Mr. Yasute, please choose the items to put into the box first."

Ba Shou Sui stared at the things on the long table. Every time he looked at something, he showed a perverted smile, as if he had imagined Wu Xian's miserable condition.

The host, the little ghost, reminded in a shrill voice:

"I advise you not to be too careless when choosing. Any of the things here can kill you."

What he meant was that these torture instruments could also harm evil spirits.

The perverted expression of Bashou Sui suddenly subsided, and he said to the oil pan on the long table: "I want to pour hot oil into that box!"

Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

The evil spirits at the scene also booed.

The hot oil was in a pot with firewood burning underneath, but there was a lot of oil and the game had just begun, so it should not have been heated to a dangerous level.

The host seemed to see what everyone was thinking, so he picked up a poisonous insect and threw it into the oil pan.

Hiss, crackle!

The poisonous insect struggled violently twice before being blown through and fixed in shape. Violent oil splashes appeared on the oil surface, and white smoke with a burnt smell came out from the edges of the poisonous insect that was blown through!
The onlookers exclaimed in unison.

This oil temperature has undoubtedly reached a level that can hurt people.

The corners of Wu Xian's mouth twitched, which meant that the oil pan was heated in advance, and a game tailored for the two of them had already begun when he and Ling Ji appeared in the womb.

The chef used a large iron spoon to scoop out at least one liter of hot oil from the wok and slowly approached under Wu Xian's nervous gaze. Wu Xian could even smell the odor of the high-temperature oil.

Wow!
The hot oil was poured onto the box without mercy, and flowed down through the small holes that had been opened in advance like rain.

Wu Xian's [naturally thick skin] can only resist blows and cuts to a certain extent, but his sense of touch, pain, and temperature are all normal.

Therefore, when this part of hot oil fell on him, it made a hissing sound and burned him into large blisters.

The intense pain made Wu Xian's face slightly red. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming. He twisted his body slowly in the black box to relieve the pain. He could even smell the odor of fried squid emanating from his body.

After calming down a little, Wu Xian looked at the Eight-Handed Demon and found that although this guy was also grimacing from the burns, his condition was obviously much better than his own.

"wrong!"

Wu Xian immediately realized that something was wrong.

This game seems fair, but in fact it is completely biased towards Yat-Handed Sui.

Although these things can hurt evil spirits equally, the vitality of humans and evil spirits is inherently different!
If they continue the competition honestly, then even if Wu Xian has a [naturally thick skin], he will definitely be the first to die!

While Wu Xian was thinking, the audience fell silent.

The host Xiaogui walked up to Wu Xianshen.

"It's your turn to choose. I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't choose, it will be his turn. Ten, nine..."

Wu Xian was stunned. This differential treatment was too obvious!

But the evil spirits watching the game obviously didn't care about fair play, and instead cheered for the actions of the host ghost. Wu Xian could only bear it and gave a choice before the countdown ended.

"I choose poisonous insects!"

There was another cry of surprise from the audience.

The host kid laughed evilly: "It seems that Mr. Wu is very brave!"

You should know that the so-called poisonous insects do not refer to just one insect, or a type of insect, but centipedes, millipedes, ticks, scorpions, poisonous bees... and so on, all put in a transparent bowl with a lid.

These poisonous little creatures are crowded together, wriggling and biting each other, which makes one's scalp tingle just by looking at them.

The two little ghosts each held a large bowl, opened a small door on the Box of Death, put the bowl of poisonous insects in, took off the lid and closed the small door.

The scene was extremely quiet for a moment.

All the evil spirits stared at the expressions of the two people nervously.

They couldn't see what was happening inside the box and could only judge and imagine based on the two people's heads exposed outside.

It was obvious that Ba Shou Sui was stung by several poisonous insects. He was frantically trying to kill the poisonous insects in the box, but because he couldn't see, the progress of killing the insects was not ideal.

But the onlookers didn't care about him, he was just an extra to the game.

As a human being, any performance by Wu Xian is much more exciting than his.

After the small box was closed, Wu Xian was silent for a while, then showed a horrified expression. The box vibrated violently, as if it was struggling desperately.

Then, Wu Xian screamed miserably.

Screaming like a woman.

The nervous evil spirits' expressions suddenly relaxed, and they all laughed and admired Wu Xian's ugly appearance.

The evil spirits that were originally sitting next to the Eight-Handed Demon used the food that belonged to the Eight-Handed Demon as snacks, eating while watching, which made the Eight-Handed Demon's eyes seem to be on fire.

Lingji also laughed.

Because Wu Xian’s screams sounded like hers.

The pauses in her breathing and the gentle tone of her voice were exactly the same as the screams she made when she was controlling the rent collector yesterday!
It turned out that Wu Xian placed his two feet on top of the insect bowl the moment the small door of the box closed, and then tried to attack the presiding ghost with fiery aggression.

He was bound by the box and of course couldn't attack.

But the flames released during the attack were enough to burn the poisonous insects in the bowl to death. Although a small number of poisonous insects still crawled out, the situation was much better than that of the Eight-Handed Demon.

Since Wu Xian had killed most of the poisonous insects, why did he scream so miserably?
After pouring the hot oil, Wu Xian resisted the urge to scream. The scene became quiet and the host Xiao Gui quickly asked Wu Xian to start the next choice.

This means that once he fails to get the demons excited, the pace of the game will speed up!

So this time, Wu Xian screamed as loudly as he could, because those evil spirits had no idea what was happening in the box anyway.

There are fewer poisonous insects in his box, but there are more poisonous insects on the Eight-Handed Demon's side. The longer the time drags on, the more advantageous it will be for Wu Xian!
Amid the screams, Wu Xian did not stop thinking.

He glanced at the things on the long table out of the corner of his eye, looking for props like poisonous insects that could give him some advantage.

Firecrackers, pepper spray, acid, caltrops, and the blades on the left and right sides of the box...

After looking through all these props, Wu Xian's face turned grim. There were indeed props that could give him a slight advantage, but they were not enough to determine life or death.

Because he can only control his own choices, but has no way to interfere with the choices of the Eight-Handed Demon!

"We must think of some other way..."

(End of this chapter)