God Bestows Evil

Chapter 673 Fat Lighthouse

After talking about his own experience, Fan Qingyue sighed regretfully.

"That's how it is, Zhong Xiuwen died at the hands of a disguised evil spirit."

"After that, I was harassed by a group of ghosts who seemed real and illusory, and encountered you two while running away."

"I'm sure that Zhong Xiuwen is fake, but I'm not sure whether you are real or fake. Instead of getting involved with you and being stabbed by a back after being intrigue, it's better to pretend to be unconscious first and then judge the truth and falsehood and then stab you back."

Wu Xian was quite moved after hearing this.

It seems that his experience was purely because he was not lucky and was targeted by those evil spirits. The evil spirits pretended to behave in waves, and various psychological tactics were used in turn, which made Wu Xian full of mental pressure.

The lucky Fan Qingyue discovered the truth about these disguised evil spirits just because of a small mistake, and did not need to be mentally **** like him.

No, it's not necessarily because of luck.

With the intelligence of these disguised evil spirits, it is very likely that it is judged that he is relatively difficult to deal with by Wu Xian's slack clothes and his failure to fall after falling, so he gave Wu Xian a special package.

In addition, Wu Xian learned from Fan Qingyue's story how the fake Zhong Xiuwen knew the answers to those three questions!

These disguised evil spirits lurked beside all the fallen newcomers, fetching everyone's information, and sharing this information can be used to get through.

With such ability, it is not too unfair to be deceived by Wu Xian by pretending to be evil spirits.

Wu Xian withdrew his thoughts and asked Fan Qingyue with a strange expression: "Your strategy of pretending to be dead is very good, but you are not afraid. Are you doing something strange when you pretend to be dead?"

The original intention of this question is to ask Fan Qingyue whether she is worried about being secretly tortured by evil spirits.

But after hearing this, Fan Qingyue's cheeks turned slightly red.

"Don't be afraid."

Wu Xian pulled the corner of his mouth, too lazy to guess what the strange woman was thinking in her mind.

He turned around and looked at the corpse of a disguised evil spirit, and immediately exclaimed lightly.

I saw that this thing could no longer see Zhong Xiuwen's appearance. Small tentacles grew on both the clothes and the corpse, most of which merged with the ground.

But only flesh and blood are fused, and some wax precipitates, and the two wax fragrances are exposed in the two eyes.

Killing evil spirits will cause wax fragrance to fall, which is not something to be surprised about, but Wu Xian remembers it very clearly that nothing fell from the body of Fan Qingyue before.

Why is this evil spirit with a disguised person rewarded, but that evil spirit does not?

After thinking for a while, Wu Xian got the answer.

This should be related to the fake Zhong Xiuwen. The things left by Fan Qingyue after his death were absorbed by the fake Zhong Xiuwen present, so there was no reward. Perhaps because of this, the intensity of the fake Zhong Xiuwen was significantly higher than that of Fan Qingyue.

In the process of dealing with the fake Zhong Xiuwen, Fan Qingyue put a lot of effort into it, so the two people distributed the rewards that dropped this time evenly.

After receiving the reward, Wu Xian told Fan Qingyue about his thoughts on disguising the evil spirit.

“From your experience, these disguised evil spirits can share information, and the longer they delay, the more they know about us, and the harder our situation will become.”

"So we must find a way to meet with everyone soon and share the information we have in our hands."

"I'm not in a coma, and you use ghost powers - virtualization to quickly decline, so the depth of the two of us should be considered deep among the crowd."

"Under this premise, if we want to meet with them, the most important thing is not to walk down, but to build a lighthouse in the darkness to attract everyone to meet here!"

After setting the goal of the action, the two of them started to work hard. They found a relatively open place so that the created movement could spread further.

Then Wu Xian raised the white bone pickaxe, looked for a slightly soft ground, and dug out a pit like a large iron pot.

The ground seemed to be a stone slab, but after slashing it with a pickaxe, it was obvious that the stone slab was just a huge piece of flesh. There was no blood under the skin, but it was a large piece of moist and greasy yellow fat.

The two piled the fat in the pit, then unscrew the lid of the 'wine gourd', poured a lot of liquor into the pit, and lit it with a diesel lighter.

call!

The alcohol ignited red and blue flames, roasting the fatty meat, and flowing out golden oil.

The ignition point of animal fat is between 200 and 300 degrees. Fatty meat is soon burned, and the flames become brighter and hotter.

This is why Wu Xian chose the "Wine Gourd". In this blessed land with black paint, fuel itself is a precious resource.

The light of the fat fire illuminates the dark space, like a lighthouse in a dark sea, which can point people in the direction.

In the illuminated area, translucent figures were vaguely running around. Soon, these figures were like mice afraid of light, burrowing into the dark realm.

The air was filled with the smell of burning fat. If you don’t know how these smells came about, it still seduces people’s appetite. But Wu Fan and his friends who knew the truth only found the smell disgusting.

Fan Qingyue covered her nose and joked happily in pain: "It would be great if the fat on my body could be burned like this."

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Wu Xian agreed, "When you go to the stolen stand one day, you will have a chance."

Fan Qingyue didn't know what she thought of, but she began to blush again.

Wu Xian rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to this perverted woman.

Although the fire is bright, it is not enough. The stairs here are complicated and the fire may be blocked and cannot be spread too far. They need something that can spread farther.

So Wu Xian signaled Fan Qingyue to cover her ears, then raised her wrist to reveal the golden bell on it. This rare magic weapon had a loud noise in a flash, two had thick smoke, and three had flames.

Wu Xian was just a flash this time.

Dangdangdang…

The sound of bells of unknown decibels rang out quickly in the darkness and passed into the ears of every person who was struggling to move forward in the darkness.

After doing all this, Wu Xian sat next to the fire with Fan Qingyue, feeling the warmth of the flames in the stinky smell of fat.

Not long after, footsteps sounded in the darkness.

Wu Xian and the others turned their heads and saw a man wearing a furry leopard-print coat walking towards the two of them carefully.

This person is Guo Xiake.

Wu Xian hurriedly stopped him: "Wait, don't come here first, I'm not sure whether you are true or not!"

Guo Xiake glanced at the two of them, sat on the other side of the fire, and said in a cold voice: "If you ask me to go over, I won't go over. I don't know whether you two are true or not."

For a period of time, people were attracted by the fire and sound.

Lan Xuan and Huang Yuanjiang who supported each other, Han Yu, who covered their arms and frowned, Fu Dahai who was walking over slowly, and Yuan Buai who was unscathed on his body...

(End of this chapter)