Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

  Chapter 20 Man, what a loss

   "Do it." The old monk Lingyu said.

  Chen Zhu and Wang Hua glanced at each other, and pulled out two wooden bumps like eggs.

   "Thunder and fire ride the wind, get up!"

   With two clicks, the two wooden eggs landed on the statue, and instantly turned into two groups of red flames. With a bang, they rose up in the wind and quickly spread across the statue.

  The scorching temperature rushed towards the face, and the cold feeling in the whole room also eased.

  In Ji Que's eyes, the process of the brothers and sisters making flames is neither martial arts nor fairy, but it feels like throwing a grenade in a game.

  However, the flame was really fierce. It immediately wrapped the idol, and the yellow paper on the side burned.

   I'm afraid it won't be long before the whole house will become a sea of ​​flames.

   Ji Que glanced around, wanting to see if there was anything of value, but at this moment, he suddenly felt the god's eyeballs roll.

  But when he went to look again, he found no change.

  The flames had already burned the jet-black hair growing out of the idol, making crackling noises.

   At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly sounded in the flames, startling the four of them.

   Immediately afterwards, the entire burning idol moved and raised its head.

  Here, one can clearly see that the faces on the statue are surging crazily, and let out bursts of screams.

   Seeing this, the old monk hurriedly said, "Retreat first!"

   As soon as the voice fell, the weird idol swam over like a snake.

  Although her entire face has been spread by flames, she still maintains the divinity that defies all living beings.

  The human face on it screamed crazily, like a person trapped in a cage and burned at the stake. It was extremely miserable, in stark contrast to that dull face.

  With a bang, the white wall was smashed to pieces, flames flew, and even the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were ignited.

  The idol followed Ji Que and the others, rushing over like a surging fire python.

   "Get out of the way!"

   With a bang, the threshold of the house was smashed to pieces along with the wall, and a huge burning body emerged.

  This picture is very absurd and terrifying, just like you originally wanted to incinerate a corpse, but after the flame was completely ignited, the corpse suddenly came back to life.

  The idol swayed, trying to charge forward again, but got stuck in the wall.

  The rainwater fell nearby and was transpired into white water vapor, which couldn't fall at all, and part of the face on the statue's body had been drilled out of the skin, writhing, looking extremely miserable.

  Old monk Lingyu and the others watched this scene, feeling panicked.

   Fortunately, the idol struggled with those faces for a while, and soon stopped moving.

  The entire body of the statue was almost charred, with cracks all over it, as if it would break if touched.

  The faces on those bodies have long since stopped moving, but their mouths have grown big, like people who were burned alive.

  The flames gradually extinguished, the rain fell, and the smoke filled the air.

   With a bang, the exposed half of the statue's body collapsed and shattered, exposing the inside that was burnt to ashes, which reduced the eerie feeling a little.

   This time, it should be completely dead, after all, it has turned into ashes.

  When the wind blows, the ashes are blown up.

  Among the billowing thick smoke, there was a violent coughing sound.

  The purple-robed girl and the angel finger's two rice dumplings, I'm afraid they will be cooked.

  The two were brought out, and the purple-robed woman's face was completely blackened, as if she had changed races, she kept coughing.

  The finger of the envoy still had that terrified smile. Suddenly, he uttered a human language—"You all have to die, and Goddess Fenglian will come sooner or later. He has six fingers, and I'm just one of them.

Ha ha ha ha"

   As he spoke, a mocking laugh came out of his already broken throat.

  Ji Que went to look at the burnt Goddess statue, and found that the other party really only had three fingers in one palm, namely the middle finger, index finger and little finger.

   At this time, Chen Zhu was in shock and said: "This goddess is disabled, will it be difficult to use chopsticks to eat?"

  The finger that was laughing mockingly froze for a moment, because the question Chen Zhu said was simply outrageous.

  Is the point about using chopsticks?

  Ji Que was obviously very interested in this kind of question, and said, "I'm more concerned about whether he can't wipe it clean if he shits?"

   "This is also a problem."

  Chen Zhu fell into deep thought.

  Seeing the situation, God sent his finger to struggle and said fiercely, "You guys!"

   As a result, the two of them ignored him at all, and Chen Zhu analyzed: "Could he use water instead of bamboo chips and paper?"

  At this time, Wang Hua joined the discussion, and said depressedly: "Why do you care so much about a wild **** shitting? He might be constipated."

  Chen Zhu said with emotion: "Constipation is too uncomfortable. I had constipation for a while and it was very painful. I wish I could"

  After several people exchanged these questions, the finger of the envoy was dead.

  His mouth was wide open, bleeding from his orifices, as if he had been **** off.

  Ji Que and a few people couldn't understand why, this guy has always been strong, why did he lose his strength all of a sudden?

  As the idol was completely burned, the envoy died, and the purple-robed girl was dying, the matter of Fenglian Sect finally came to an end.

  However, Zhitou's last words gave a few people a wake-up call, that is, the power of Fenglian Sect is far more than that.

  The Fenglian Goddess enshrined here has six fingers. Does that mean that there are five more people like God Envoy Finger? They all want to wake up this wild god?

  Of course, this is not what Ji Que should care about.

  He is not a professional after all, he is just an ordinary scholar forced to work part-time.

  The rest of the matter should naturally be left to professionals like the old monk Lingyu and the brothers and sisters of the coffin.

   After all, they call themselves "devils".

  At this moment, these three professionals are constantly casting admiring gazes at Ji Que, and thanking him from the bottom of their hearts.

  Ji Que found that there are more and more polite people recently.

  If everyone in this world is so polite and friendly, why not have a better tomorrow.

  As the flames spread, the gloomy and cold room was burned into darkness like the statue of the Goddess of Wind Lotus, washed away by the rain, and fell apart.

  Just like the worship of Ma and Yun, the purple-robed girl was also locked in a black coffin, and her dead fingers were thrown into the fire, and the statue of the goddess he worshiped was turned into ashes.

  In the rain, a female demon faller named Wang Hua held an umbrella for Ji Que, but she got half wet.

   Ji Que originally wanted to refuse, but this sister Wang was too enthusiastic, and he didn't know how to refuse for a while.

   You can't push people to the ground and beat them up.

  Senior brother Chen Zhu, wearing a lotus leaf hat on his head, followed the two of them with jealous eyes.

  He is jealous of his junior sister.

  He was supposed to hold the umbrella, but his junior sister took it first, so depressing.

  Young, handsome, one-of-a-kind spiritual prodigy who even saved his own life, who wouldn't want to make friends with such a godlike figure.

  However, he is a man, and Ji Quexia made it clear that he doesn't like men, so he made it easier for his junior sister.

  Seeing how happy his junior sister was when she held up an umbrella for Ji Quexia, Chen Zhu in the wind and rain was only shivering.

  Man, what a loss.

  (end of this chapter)