Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 775 Deadly Ghost Face
There was an uproar at the competition.

Everyone was staring at the Death Box. Except for Wu Xian, they all wanted to know how the Eight-Handed Demon died.

As everyone was expecting, the little devil chef carefully opened the Box of Death.

The situation in the box was extremely tragic. The originally strong eight-armed monster was now only a skeleton with some flesh and blood. The remaining flesh and blood was unevenly scattered everywhere, and the living poisonous insects were eating the flesh and blood!

There was a piece of belly stuck to the box door, and the wound on the belly formed a ghost face that looked exactly like Wu Xian's!

The wandering ghost "Ghost Face" is an evil spirit from Wu Xian's hometown.

Ghost Face's strength is relatively weak, but he has a special ability, which is that when he sings, he can have a slight influence on people nearby.

When someone is injured within the range of the Ghost Face's singing, the wound will tend to take the shape of the 'Ghost Face'. Once the Ghost Face is painted on this person, the Ghost Face can control this person's actions for a period of time.

The Box of Death is filled with all kinds of props that can hurt people. They must remain motionless to avoid being hurt by these things.

So Wu Xian controlled the eight-armed monster and made it move violently in the box. After a short while, he died miserably in the torture instrument he had chosen.

The scene in the box was extremely bloody, but the evil spirits in the audience were not afraid at all. They just cursed the Eight-Handed Demon mercilessly:
"What a waste!"

"He can't even live a little longer, so we have no choice but to eat his stinky meat!"

Amid the cursing, all the flesh and blood in the box began to mutate, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into piles of cooked tiger-skin chicken feet.

The little devil chefs rushed over and packaged the tiger skin chicken feet scattered everywhere.

The largest chicken claw was picked up by chopsticks that fell from the sky. A horrible chewing sound was heard in the darkness of the sky, and even the bones of the chicken claw were chewed into pieces.

The box that held Wu Xian was also opened.

Wu Xian in the box was a bloody mess, with not a single piece of healthy flesh on his body, but he walked out as if he felt no pain.

Ling Ji, who was standing behind Wu Xian and had been watching the game at the edge of the field, hurried over to bandage his wound.

Ke Lingji stopped after taking just two steps and looked at Wu Xian warily.

Because the look in Wu Xian's eyes when he looked at her just now was filled with undisguised and frank malice!
Fortunately, this malice only lasted for a few seconds, the strange aura on Wu Xian dissipated, and the red and white makeup on his face flowed away like water.

The five minutes to become evil are up.

When the time was up, Wu Xian felt his body become extremely heavy. He just took a step forward and fell straight forward.

Fortunately, Lingji supported him and slowly laid him down on the ground.

It takes some time to package the chicken feet. Ling Ji asked Wu Xian to rest his head on her legs, and then she tore strips of cloth from Wu Xian's body to stop the bleeding from some serious wounds on his body.

While being bandaged, Ling Ji asked, "Did you just turn into an evil spirit?"

"How does it feel to be a demon?"

Wu Xian licked his lips.

"Honestly, it feels great. All the pain in my body has disappeared. I feel like I have endless energy. My brain is inexplicably excited, and all the messy thoughts have been cleared."

"But I don't like that feeling. At first I felt that after becoming an evil spirit, I was still myself. I still had all my memories and I could completely control myself."

"But after seeing you, an impulse surged in my heart, making me want to slit your throat, pull out your trachea and use it as a paintbrush, and paint your blood on my face to make my ghost face more vivid..."

After listening to Wu Xian's description, Ling Ji was silent for a while, as if she was thinking about something.

After his wound was simply treated, Wu Xianqiang struggled to stand up.

"Compared to me, you should pay more attention to yourself. This competition is not as easy as we thought. You must not lose." The packaging of tiger skin chicken feet was also completed over there. The chef Xiaogui brought a basket of chicken feet to Wu Xian.

Wu Xian held the chicken feet in his hand and walked to the seat in front of the Eight-Handed Demon step by step, at a speed slower than that of a 90-year-old man.

The evil spirits around him all cast greedy glances at him, some licked their lips, some bit their teeth. If he were to be in another place, Wu Xian had no doubt that these guys would pounce on him at the same time and eat him until not even a single curl of hair was left.

Fortunately, the audience seats have their own rules.

After Wu Xian was alert for a while, he found that they didn't dare to move, so he held the chicken feet basket and watched Ling Ji's game.

Lingji walked to the center of the venue.

Wu Xian clenched his fist. He might be even more nervous than Ling Ji.

After the competition just now, he can be considered half-crippled, and the process of getting here can be said to be arduous step by step.

If Ling Ji lost, or if she was also seriously injured like Wu Xian, Wu Xian alone might not be able to walk out of this "nest of starving ghosts" alive.

Lingji glanced around the audience, unable to make a decision for a long time. When she saw Wu Xian, she was suddenly stunned, then lowered her head and fell into deep thought. Her delicate face wrinkled, as if she was making some difficult decision.

"not good!"

Wu Xian suddenly felt cold all over.

He suddenly realized that the person in the most dangerous situation at this moment was actually himself!

Lingji has seen the intensity of the last game, and she probably doesn’t have the confidence to get out of it unscathed. So what is the best solution for her to survive?

That is to choose Wu Xianlai as her opponent in the next game!

Is there anyone softer than Wu Xian in the audience?

Once on the court, Wu Xian can only be slaughtered!

Ling Ji finished her thoughts, raised her head and looked at Wu Xian apologetically, then slowly raised her arm and pointed in Wu Xian's direction!
This unprecedented crisis made Wu Xian's heart hang in the air. He gritted his teeth and glared at Ling Ji ferociously.

"it's him!"

"I choose the fat guy who is grinding his teeth as my opponent!"

It turned out that the one chosen by Lingji was a fat evil spirit that was sitting in front of Wu Xianshen and looked to weigh at least 300 pounds.

Wu Xian finally let go of his worry and started dancing because he saw Ling Ji looking up at him proudly!
"Oh, bah!"

It was confirmed that this woman was teasing him!
How could she be so bad!
A small stream of blood spurted out of Wu Xian's shoulder. This was because he had high blood pressure due to being angry.

But at the same time he was angry, Wu Xian felt relieved. The fact that Ling Ji could make such a joke at this time showed that she was very confident about the upcoming competition.

The next step is the normal process.

Fat Evil and Lingji draw lots for the food they will turn into.

Lingji drew the "Boiled Chicken". Her fair and smooth skin turned light yellow, but she still maintained her charm.

The fat evil spirit drew the "Four Happiness Balls", and his skin became uneven, with some places even oozing juice, making his appearance extremely ugly.

The host walked to the center of the venue.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting. The name of the next match is... A Showdown between Real Men!"

(End of this chapter)