Chapter 520 Determined that the Japs are in trouble
At the same time, Ouyang Baichuan, who was stationed around the Netherworld Abyss, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and felt that something was being pulled out of his body.
Something happened!
Ouyang Baichuan's eyes suddenly changed and he hurriedly took action. The next second, his body flew out as if he had been punched hard.
Behind him, the ghost general saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to cast a spell to fill his vacancy.
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 need to worry about me. You can go and help."
As soon as he finished speaking, another ghost general retreated due to exhaustion, and a new ghost general took over the next second.
The ghost general who was supporting Ouyang Baichuan looked at the abyss of the underworld where the resentment was soaring, with a solemn expression on his face, "I don't know what's going on lately. I can't suppress my resentment."
"Maybe the current workers are too resentful," Ouyang Baichuan joked, slowly sitting up straight, feeling severe burning pain in his chest, and his eyes gradually darkened.
He really underestimated her, to be able to hurt him in this way.
"Hey, I haven't had any rest for a long time," the ghost general said, got up, walked to his companion, and cast a spell with his palm.
The resentment in the Netherworld Abyss has skyrocketed recently. They need to suppress the rising resentment every day. Otherwise, if this trend continues, the underworld will be eroded by resentment sooner or later.
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"You're a coward who only knows how to hide." Yang Fan cursed,
She immediately noticed that the connection between Matchmaker He and the man was cut off. The gestures on her hands changed again, but she could not find any trace of him.
"Mr. He, the person who protected you behind your back has abandoned you."
Matchmaker He felt it. He panicked a lot, but he still said harshly, "Your Majesty has great supernatural powers. Even if you kill me again, he will make me live. I will not die!"
"Of course you won't die so easily. You have done so many evil things. You have to go to the eighteenth level of hell to atone for your sins."
As the last light spot in He Matchong's body was extracted, He Matchong's soul was almost transparent and could be blown away by the wind.
Yang Fan raised his hand to evacuate the talisman array, and put away the small white dots floating around. Suddenly, Matchmaker He's soul slowly fell to the ground like a tattered garbage bag, unable to move.
Yang Fan made a mark on his soul, then drew the talisman again and started the formation. Three seconds later, Qi Ming's figure appeared in the talisman formation.
"Why are you looking for me?" Qi Ming asked angrily, unable to hide the pride and joy in his eyes.
See, you still have to ask him to help.
Yang Fan pointed at Matchmaker He behind him and said: "Send this ghost to me to the eighteenth level of hell, so that he can experience the happiness of the eighteenth level of hell forever."
After having done so many bad things, he was naturally sent to the eighteenth level of hell to suffer atonement and experience what it was like to be imprisoned.
Matchmaker He: "!!!"
Eighteen levels of hell, he didn't want to go to that place.
Matchmaker He wanted to escape, but he was locked in place and couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
Qi Ming turned his head and saw Matchmaker He who was lying on the ground almost in a state of dismay. He frowned and said, "If he goes to the eighteenth level of hell for only a few days, he will be distraught. Why don't you leave more ghost power for him?"
Saying this, he still took out his tablet and took a photo of Matchmaker He.
Suddenly his information appeared on the tablet. The full name of Matchmaker He was displayed on the tablet, indicating that he had lived for more than three hundred years.
And the information shows that he has never done any bad things, he is as clean and kind as a newborn child, and there is no record of killing chickens and fish.
There is obviously something wrong with this.
"He actually lived for more than three hundred years without any records."
Qi Ming asked in surprise, "What's going on with this man?"
"A sensible resentful corpse," Yang Fan said, "the devil made him like this."
She briefly talked about the witchcraft jewelry and the art of symbiosis.
Use resentment to make this person an immortal monster, allowing him to maintain his sanity, and have been making witchcraft jewelry in the world as a carrier to absorb people's luck. That devil is the real murderer behind the scenes.
Hearing that it was another Japs who was responsible, Qi Ming's tone became more urgent, "Have you found him?"
Yang Fan shook his head, "I didn't find him, but I injured him."
"Go and check to see if any of the shady people were injured today."
Qi Ming was a little surprised, "How are you sure that he is in trouble?"
So far, he has not found even a 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.
"Being able to transfer cause and effect to others at will doesn't mean that there is a mole within you?"
Yang Fan looked at Qi Ming as if he were a fool, "Obviously he is still a leader."
This shortens the scope quite a bit.
Qi Ming hummed and clicked several times on the screen quickly. The karma of the people he killed using symbiosis and witchcraft immediately returned to him.
Carrying thousands of lives, it was not unjust for him to go to the eighteenth level of hell.
"Can we transfer these causes and effects to the Japanese?"
Yang Fan leaned over and stared at his tablet, "Can you say that I found him by following the clues?"
Qi Ming shook his head, "If we could find him so easily, we would have found him long ago."
Although it is not certain who the other party is, this proves that Yang Fan's words are correct. The Japs are hiding in Yin Chao, and they are still high-level Yin Chaos. To have such high authority, they are at least ghost generals or above.
Or maybe he has his companions in the underworld.
As soon as this conjecture emerged, Qi Ming's bad premonition became even stronger.
Yang Fan clicked his tongue, "Your underworld is really like a sieve."
Full of loopholes.
Qi Ming chuckled, "This world is a sieve."
It’s just that some people are constantly filling in the holes. If there are fewer people filling the holes and slack off, loopholes will appear.
Qi Ming quickly clicked on the screen a few more times, and a string of thick soul-locking bells appeared on Matchmaker He's feet.
The soul-locking bell was put on his feet, and a burning sensation came, and Matchmaker He was finally afraid.
"No! I don't want to go to the eighteenth level of hell!"
He no longer spoke harshly, "I'll tell you who that adult is. Can you please let me go?"
"No, we can't find you even if you tell us your name."
Yang Fan smiled and waved to him, "Don't worry, you will never die unless the Eighteenth Level of Hell disappears."
He will drag his soul with no ghost power to be tortured day and night in the eighteen levels of hell.
As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, a black door appeared out of thin air. The door slowly opened, and the tall Yinza came out.
The two men bowed respectfully to Qi Ming, and then ruthlessly dragged Matchmaker He in.
"No, let me go! I know I was wrong..."
He would rather lose his soul than go to the eighteenth level of hell!
Matchmaker He thought of committing suicide, but unfortunately he did not even have the right or ability to commit suicide.
The door closed, and Matchmaker He's screams disappeared together with the door.