Chapter 817: kettle

"Get out! Get out of me!"
Chen Fuqiang's eyes were hollow.
But in his spiritual world, he was roaring at nineteen ghosts.
Originally, as an ordinary person, he was not qualified or able to enter here.
But because of the ghosts, he experienced an experience that ordinary people cannot have.
However, this is not a good thing for him.
"Hahaha! Even at your home court, but we have nineteen! From now on, this body is under our control! You can only watch it! Hahahaha!"
Among the nineteen ghosts, the female ghost who had been killed by Chen Fuqiang laughed.
Very happy in the voice.
That night two years ago, she experienced the most terrifying night in her life.
Until I went to Yincao Difu, it was all muddled, and it took several months to slow down.
Then she had to accept another nightmare, she was dead!
Therefore, her resentment towards Chen Fuqiang is definitely far beyond the other 18 ghosts, and beyond ordinary people's imagination.
"What!" Chen Fuqiang's complexion changed greatly.
His eyes turned black, and he found himself back to the outside world.
The corridors around him are so familiar, but this time he has been unable to control his body.
Step by step, he walked towards the third-floor home where he fled.
"Stop! Wang Baeg, what the did you do!" Chen Fuqiang's pupils shrank and growled in his heart.
Fear is at its extreme.
He finally escaped to the second floor, and he had to go back again.
boom!
When we returned to the third-floor house, the door slammed shut.
It also means that Chen Fuqiang's nightmare has really come.
Under the watch of the audience in the live room, he was controlled by the nineteen ghosts in the body and came to the kitchen.
"What the do you want! Get out of this body for Lao Tzu!" Chen Fuqiang stared at the boss, his heart roaring and roaring.
Obviously it is its own body but it cannot be controlled. For any normal human being, it is a very difficult thing to accept.
Because no one would want their freedom bottom line to be invaded and committed.
"Shut up!" A group of noisy roars sounded in my mind.
It was the response of the nineteen ghosts.
Then, Chen Fuqiang saw that he reached out and lit the natural gas stove.
Then I took a pot of water and burned it.
But the lid of the kettle was not covered. Instead, he extended his hand into the water.
Of course, none of this came from his own will, but the result of the manipulation of nineteen ghosts.
"Don't, something to discuss! Something to discuss! Take my hand out!" Chen Fuqiang panicked.
Frightened by the fierceness of the ghosts.
Hurry to beg for mercy in my heart.
Somehow, his mouth was restored to the right to speak freely, which would be spoken subconsciously when he thought about it.
After hearing his own voice, Chen Fuqiang froze for a moment, and his face burst into a deep surprise.
"I can talk!" he said excitedly, then quickly shouted: "Death Inquisitor! I want to negotiate! Let them live... Ah, no! Let them come out of my body!"
"Negotiation? What do you want to talk about? This trial is about those nineteen ghosts and their revenge on you. If you have the ability to persuade me, why not talk to them directly." Ye Chen's faint voice came from all around: "What's more, even if you say that you have broken the sky, you can't erase the fact that you directly killed one person and indirectly killed 18 people. I can't end the trial. I have time to do these small actions, it's better to reflect on what I did. Otherwise, if you go to Yincao Difu, you will still suffer."
"I introspect! I absolutely introspect!" Chen Fuqiang said quickly, with a hint of glamour on his face: "But the magistrate, can you let me take my hand out of it and introspect, I must conduct a profound review."
Ye Chen's voice did not appear for a long time.
Until there was a cold hum with anger.
Chen Fuqiang spit out a blood violently, his face pale.
He felt that his brain and five internal organs had been hit hard by a force, and the whole person was spinning around, seeming to die.
"Stubbornness does not work!" Ye Chen sounded with a disgusted voice.
The natural gas flame under the kettle thrived, and the surrounding air was twisted, showing how terrible the temperature reached.
Because Ye Chen applied a fire magic called "Flame" in this flame, the ordinary flame temperature reached thousands of degrees!
At this high temperature, the water in the kettle warms up immediately.
The expression on Chen Fuqiang's face changed from pinch back to panic again.
"Don't stop! Hurry up! The judge's boss spares life! Stop! It's mortal!" He closed his eyes in fright and twisted his face into a ball, yelling in his mouth.
As the water temperature increased, the voice became more and more anxious and frightened.
Until the screaming sounded in the kitchen, the body instinctively twitched because of severe pain.
It can be seen that the water in the kettle has boiled and bubbling.
And Chen Fuqiang's hand was flushed, soaked in it motionlessly.
"You're not a death judge! Stop, stop for Lao Tzu! Ah ah! I'm hurting Lao Tzu! Stop now! Save me! Come on people!" Chen Fu cried out and wailed.
Trying to attract the attention of other residents in this unit building.
But not to mention that most people are working at this time, even if there are people, it is impossible to hear his voice.
Because Ye Chen would never allow his voice to be heard by others, just as he used to shout for help in the corridor but no one came out to take a look.
Therefore, Chen Fuqiang's little tricks are doomed to futility.
"Take it out! It's going to be cooked!"
"Ooooo, almost unconscious, my hand!"
"You must not die well, death judge!"
Chen Fuqiang became a little crazy, shouting incoherently.
At this time his body suddenly moved.
The almost cooked right hand stretched out of the kettle, and then with another intact hand held towards the still burning flame. ..
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