Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 787: Pursuit by the Aboriginals
In the nightmare garbage dump, there is only one evil creature, a scorpion with human skin.

Although this evil spirit was powerful, it didn't seem to be very smart. Therefore, when Wu Xian and Yun Tianshu joined forces, the mission suddenly became a simple task.

Wu Xian pulled himself out from the pile of models, but he did not paint the model's face immediately. Instead, he stood there and pondered.

The most important thing now is to find Lingji's lost brush.

But this nightmare garbage dump is huge, with similar scenery everywhere. Finding a pen here is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

This job can't be done recklessly.

“When I woke up, my body was right above me.”

"I woke up when the blood from the corpse dripped onto the model."

"When Lingji disappeared, she had just finished drawing her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and hadn't started to move. So the pen should be underneath Lingji's body now."

"But the question is, where is Lingji's body?"

Wu Xian raised his head and looked at the garbage mountain above. Two lines extended from his chest.

"The direction the human-skin scorpion was led away in is the direction where Yun Tianshu is, and this direction coincides with one of the lines. So according to the same logic, the other line is connected to Ling Ji's body!"

“It turns out that the iron nail that pierced our chests not only connected our voices, but also connected our bodies together!”

After coming up with an idea, Wu Xian immediately took action.

Not long after, Wu Xian found Lingji's body at the other end of the line.

Ling Ji, wearing a black dress that showed off her figure, was lying on the pile of corpses with a big letter "Spread". There was a hole in her chest and the expression on her face was distorted with fear. This should be the expression she had when the faceless man stabbed her in the chest.

"It's a pity that I don't have a mobile phone, otherwise I would have recorded this scene."

"Hey, get to work!"

Wu Xian quickly found a brush with the number ten written on it under the corpse, and began to look for a plastic model with blood on its body and began to paint eyes, ears, mouth and nose on the model.

The painting process went quite smoothly. With previous experience, Wu Xian also took into account the possible disturbance of the plastic model.

He first painted the ears and nose on the model's head, then drew two eye sockets, and finally painted the model's mouth.

When the model was just able to speak but before he could open his mouth, Wu Xian quickly put two dots in his eye sockets.

In this way, the model will not have time to take any action and will be sent out of the nightmare garbage dump by Wu Xian.

Next, Wu Xian followed the same method and sent the plastic figures out of the garbage dump one by one. When the last figure was sent away, their mission came to an end.

Wu Xian and Yun Tianshu agreed, and then found a model's thigh and smashed it around like crazy. The huge noise soon attracted the attention of the human-skin scorpion.

The human-skin scorpion was angered by the arrogant Wu Xian.

He ran over like crazy, knocking countless plastic models off the road.

Looking at the human-skin scorpion rushing towards him with the force of uprooting mountains and overturning trees, Wu Xian straightened his back, took out a brush and drew a horizontal line at the position of its mouth.

Then, he shouted with all his might.

"What a boss!"

The sound of curses echoed in the nightmare garbage dump. The huge scorpion claws only grabbed the air. Wu Xian had already disappeared...

……

"Ha ha……"

Wu Xian was lying in the secret compartment at the bottom of the cabinet, gasping for breath.

Bang!
Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

Wu Xian immediately held his breath, and then he heard the sound of footsteps. Two people must have walked into the room, searched through the boxes and cabinets for a long time, and then left cursing. Wu Xian heaved a sigh of relief after the two people left.

At this time, his face was pale, his chest was in great pain, and sometimes he had convulsions like electric shocks.

Judging from the layout of this building, this is Wu Xian’s home, the small villa located in Fuyuan City.

Wu Xian was familiar with everything here, even Heigu's kitchen, Fat Tiger's cat bed, and the scratch marks on the metal cat scratching board were exactly the same.

But Wu Xian knew in his heart that this was definitely not reality.

Because the blessed land has not ended yet!

Ever since he, Yun Tianshu and Ling Ji were made into skewers of incense on the recliner, Wu Xian came here suddenly.

Without Fat Tiger and Heigu here, he has no way to leave the villa. More importantly, Wu Xian can't even use his ability to worship gods!
This made Wu Xian feel puzzled.

But apart from the severe pain in his chest and the gradually worsening blood loss symptoms, he couldn't find any useful clues.

It was unknown how long Wu Xian had stayed here, maybe a few days, maybe a month.

Then, finally, he heard a voice.

A woman holding a kitchen knife appeared out of nowhere in the living room on the first floor of the villa!

Wu Xian knew this woman. She was one of the indigenous people who attacked Wu Xian and was killed by Wu Xian in the mystery building!

But why did she appear here?
At this time, Wu Xian was extremely weak and had no way to use his ability to worship gods. The woman was also very agile and Wu Xian was no match for her.

Therefore, I could only hide quietly and try not to meet this woman.

As time passed, more and more people moved into the villa, each of whom was a native of the Nightmare Mystery Building, and then Wu Xian was inevitably discovered.

At the beginning, Wu Xian and the indigenous people lived in peace.

But as time passed, the natives gradually felt hungry, but there was no food in the villa!
Therefore, Wu Xian was targeted by the indigenous people.

After a series of tense chases, Wu Xian used all his skills and, relying on his knowledge of the villa, successfully killed the two natives.

But the dead aboriginal crawled up from the ground in just two minutes!
These things are immortal!

In addition, Wu Xian was becoming increasingly weak and could no longer compete with them. In the end, he could only find a secret place to hide.

But this place can't be hidden for too long.

The number of indigenous people is increasing, and the search is becoming more and more thorough. Sooner or later, this place will be discovered. Such a miserable hiding makes Wu Xian hate those indigenous people.

Just as the natives began their next search, Wu Xian's body suddenly shook, the pain in his chest recovered, the missing blood was replenished, and his ability to worship gods reappeared!

Wu Xian didn't bother to investigate the cause of the incident. He kicked the cabinet open, picked up the Killing Axe and rushed out ferociously.

Didn't those guys want to eat him?

Now, he wants to let these indigenous people know what true cruelty is!

But when Wu Xian was eager to take revenge, he was disappointed to find that there was not even a single native resident in the entire villa.

Not only the indigenous people, but the villa itself is disappearing.

Wu Xian's body was staggering, and he found that his body was gradually disappearing. A brief memory flooded into his mind.

"I see..."

With a thud, Wu Xian fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)