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Chapter 520 Confirming that the Japs are in the Dark

At the same time, Ouyang Baichuan, who was stationed near the Nether Abyss, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and felt that something in his body was being pulled out.

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Ouyang Baichuan's eyes suddenly changed and he rushed out. The next second, his body flew out as if he had been hit hard by someone.

Seeing this, the ghost general behind him hurried forward to cast a spell to fill his spot.

Another ghost general went up to help him up, "Are you okay?"

Ouyang Baichuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head weakly, "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, you can go and help too."

As soon as he finished speaking, another ghost general retreated due to exhaustion, and the next second a new ghost general took his place.

The ghost general who was supporting Ouyang Baichuan looked at the Netherworld Abyss where the resentment was rising wildly, and his face was solemn, "I don't know what happened recently, the resentment can't be suppressed."

"Maybe today's workers are too resentful," Ouyang Baichuan joked, slowly sitting up straight. He felt a sharp burning pain in his chest and his eyes dimmed.

He really underestimated her, she could actually hurt him in this way.

"Hey, I haven't had a rest for a long time," said the ghost general, then he stood up and walked to his companions, casting a spell.

The resentment in the Netherworld has been growing strangely wildly recently. They need to suppress the growing resentment every day. Otherwise, if it continues to grow at this rate, sooner or later the underworld will be eroded by the resentment.

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"You're just a coward who only knows how to hide." Yang Fan cursed.
She immediately realized that the connection between He Meigong and that person had been cut off. She changed her hand gestures again, but could not find any trace of the other person.

"Mr. He, the person who protected you behind the scenes has abandoned you."

He Meigong felt it, and he panicked, but he still said stubbornly, "My Lord is very powerful. Even if you kill me again, he will let me live. I won't die!"

"Of course you won't die so easily. You've done so many evil things. You need to go to the eighteen levels of hell to atone for your sins."

As the last bit of light in He Meigong's body was extracted, He Meigong's soul became almost transparent and could be blown away by the wind.

Yang Fan raised his hand and withdrew the talisman formation, along with the small white dots floating around it. Immediately, He Meigong's soul slowly fell to the ground like a tattered garbage bag, unable to move.

Yang Fan made a mark on his soul, then re-drew the talisman and set up the formation. Three seconds later, Qi Ming's figure appeared in the talisman formation.

"Why did you ask me to come here?" Qi Ming asked unhappily, unable to hide the pride and joy in his eyes.

See, we still need him to help.

Yang Fan pointed at He Meigong behind him and said, "Send this ghost to the Eighteenth Level of Hell for me, and let him experience the happiness of the Eighteenth Level of Hell for eternity."

Having done so many bad things, it is natural that he should go to the eighteen levels of hell to suffer and atone for his sins and experience the feeling of being imprisoned.

He Media: “!!!”

The Eighteen Levels of Hell, he doesn't want to go to that place.

He Meigong wanted to escape very much, but he was fixed in place and could not escape.

Qi Ming turned his head and saw He Meigong lying on the ground, almost dead. He frowned and said, "If he goes to the Eighteenth Level of Hell like this, he will die after only a few days. Why don't you leave him some more ghost power?"

While saying this, he still took out his tablet and took a photo of He Meigong.

Suddenly his information appeared on the tablet. The tablet showed that He Meigong's full name was He Xiaoping, and that he had lived for more than three hundred years.

Moreover, the information showed that he had never done anything bad. He was as clean and kind as a newborn baby, and there was no record of him even killing chickens or fish.

There is obviously something wrong with this.

"He actually lived for over three hundred years without any record."

Qi Ming was surprised and asked, "What's the situation with this person?"

"A sensible corpse," Yang Fan said. "The Japanese made him like this."

She briefly explained the matter of the voodoo jewelry and the art of symbiosis.

Using the resentment, he turned this man into an immortal monster, allowing him to maintain his human sanity and continue to make voodoo jewelry in the human world as a carrier to absorb people's luck. The devil was the real culprit behind the scenes.

Hearing that it was the other devil who did it, Qi Ming's tone became more anxious, "Did you find him?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "I didn't find him, but I injured him."

"Go check and see if any of the yincha were injured today."

Qi Ming was a little surprised, "How can you be sure that he is in the Yinchai?"

So far, he hasn't found any trace of him.

Although he also suspected that the Japanese was hiding among them, he was a little surprised that Yang Fan was so sure.

"You can easily shift the blame to others. Doesn't this prove that there is a traitor among you?"

Yang Fan looked at Qi Ming as if he were a fool. "It's obvious that he is still a leader."

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Qi Ming hummed and tapped the screen several times quickly. The consequences of those people who were killed by him using symbiosis and witchcraft suddenly came back to him.

Responsible for the deaths of thousands of people, it is not unfair for him to go to the eighteenth level of hell.

"Can we shift these consequences onto the devils?"

Yang Fan came closer and stared at his tablet computer. "Can you say that we can find him by following the clues?"

Qi Ming shook his head. "If it were so easy to find him, we would have found him long ago."

Although we cannot be sure who the other party is, this proves that what Yang Fan said is correct. The Japanese devil is hiding among the Yinchai, and he is a high-level Yinchai. To have such high authority, he must be at least a ghost general or above.

Or maybe he has a companion among the underworld.

As soon as this guess came up, Qi Ming's bad premonition became even stronger.

Yang Fan sighed, "Your underworld is really like a sieve."

Full of loopholes.

Qi Ming chuckled, "This world is a sieve."

It's just that there are people who keep filling the holes. When there are fewer people filling the holes and people become lazy, loopholes will appear.
Qi Ming tapped the screen a few more times quickly, and a string of thick soul-locking bells appeared on He Meigong's feet.

The soul-locking bell was put on his feet and a burning sensation came. He Meigong finally became scared.

"No! I don't want to go to the eighteen levels of hell!"

He stopped being stubborn and said, "I'll tell you who that adult is. Can you let me go?"

"No, we can't find it even if you tell us the name."

Yang Fan smiled and waved at him, "Don't worry, you will never die unless the eighteen levels of hell disappear."

He will drag his soul, which has no ghost power at all, and be tortured day and night in the eighteen levels of hell.

Just as Yang Fan finished speaking, a black door appeared out of nowhere. The door slowly opened and the tall Yinchai came out.

The two ghost messengers bowed slightly respectfully to Qi Ming, and then ruthlessly dragged He the Matchmaker in.

"No, let me go! I know I was wrong..."

He would rather die than go to the eighteen levels of hell!

He Meigong thought about committing suicide, but unfortunately he didn't even have the right or ability to do so.

The door closed, and He Meigong's screams disappeared along with the door.