God Bestows Evil Chapter 162

Chapter 162 Waiting for things to pass

Looking at Guan Daorong who fell.

　　Everybody looked horrified.

The danger of this grave has just begun, and one of them has fallen?

The question now is, how did Guan Daorong fall into the trap?

He just killed an evil spirit and had no direct contact with him. No one saw anything special.

And is Guan Daorong dead or not?

The murderer who fell to the ground had white eyes and a frightened look on his face, as if he was experiencing something. His body occasionally twitched, and he was temporarily disabled.

Everyone was afraid of being infected by something in him, even if they were close to him, let alone exploring the reason for his collapse.

Don't give everyone a moment to breathe.

There were footsteps outside again. A fat man with a big belly and a face full of pimples was staggering towards the coffin. Aunt He suddenly felt a little nauseous.

It's Liu Xiucai!

Wu Xian licked his lips and felt nervous.

Aunt He, on the other hand, seemed to have remembered something while being frightened.

Su Mi's movements were stagnant.

Wu Xian suddenly had concerns in his mind, and he stood up and spoke to the remaining people.

His movements are neither fast nor slow.

Even Wu Xian and Wei Dian were not calm. They couldn't understand how the two men fell, so naturally they couldn't take precautions, and felt helpless in their hearts.

Looking at Fashionable Haunting, who was approaching step by step, without the slightest thought of evading...

Before Wu Xian could finish his words, Liu Xiucai's body was penetrated by the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

　　His!

The remaining six people all took a breath of air.

Leave some time for everyone to think, but this time is not much.

Surprisingly, it was Su Mi who threw the big knife!

Su Mi also knows that attacking like this is risky, but there are always things that someone has to do, and Guan Daorong's status is still unknown, so even if he is hit, it is not necessarily a dead end.

Wu Xian turned to look at Guan Daorong.

With a bang, he also fell down.

The third figure appeared. This man was walking in strange yet familiar footsteps. He was covering his nose and dressed fashionably. He was the fashionable evil spirit who was killed by Wu Xian before!

First it was Lao Zhao, and then Liu Xiucai, why did they appear in turn, both of them dead?

It doesn't matter what the reason is for Liu Xiucai's appearance.

Slightly surprised to find that Guan Daorong's expression was more relaxed than at first, as if he was thinking about something.

Wu Xian whispered.

Liu Xiucai was sitting on the ground, holding the Yanyue knife on his belly, and tilted his head to look at Su Mi.

The remaining seven people must find ways to stop him, otherwise if he lets him extinguish the incense in front of the coffin, they will probably be wiped out directly.

Who is going to take action?

Guan Daorong, who attacked Lao Zhao, was already lying on the ground.

“Guan Daorong just attacked directly with the snake spear. Maybe something passed along the snake spear. If he used an air attack..."

"The fall of the two of them means that it has nothing to do with whether they were in direct contact. Then the reason why they were attacked may be that their eyes met. I will make a new attempt. If I also fail, it means that this guess is wrong."

　　After saying that, Wu Xian first glanced at the position of Feng Xiu, then turned his head and secretly flicked his finger.

Poof!

A huge thorn suddenly pierced from the ground. The sharp spikes directly penetrated Feng Xiang's body. The tip grew out of his mouth, causing him to look up to the sky.

Wu Xian didn't look at the fashionable evil spirits, and the fashionable evil spirits couldn't look at Wu Xian.

Wu Xian was nervously waiting for the results.

Wait, wait.

He felt a little dizzy, and then suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his nose.

"ah…"

Wu Xian lay straight on the ground.

His fall.

It only deepened the panic of the remaining five people. This shows that no matter how clever you are, as long as the evil spirit that comes by dies in someone's hands, that person will definitely fall.

How to play this?

If eight of these things come in a row, won't they all be destroyed?

The unsolvable problem makes every family member feel at a loss.

But while they were anxious, a new figure had appeared. This figure was an old man they had never seen before. From the tail, he looked like a vixen. His appearance was somewhat similar to Butler Hu, but he was much older.

Who will take action next?

This has become a problem.

pain!

Severe pain!

Wu Xian has never been in such pain. It hurts so much that it feels like his nose has fallen off. The pain in his nose is heartbreaking. He also feels unusually cool and can breathe very smoothly.

His eyes glanced down.

I saw a delicate nose lying in the dirt...

“Well...my nose fell off.”

More than just the nose.

Wu Xian's whole body was in severe pain. Except for his lips that could move once and his eyelids that could blink twice, he couldn't even move a finger. He could only lie on the ground and breathe harshly, feeling the gradual loss of physical energy.

"This is…"

Wu Xian instantly understood his situation.

He is experiencing the same scene that fashionable evil spirits experienced before they died!

“It's true.”

Wu Xian observed Guan Daorong's expression before and realized that Guan Daorong's collapse might not be a terrible thing. He was getting information through some channel.

Those evil spirits walked straight towards the coffin. Their purpose was not to destroy the incense. They wanted to have people kill them so that they could experience the scene before their death and pass on this information.

So Wu Xian didn't think much about it.

Instead, he stared closely in front of him. He wanted to write down everything that was about to happen. This information might be of great use.

He couldn't turn his head and couldn't see the scene behind him.

But judging from the moans and howls coming from behind, there were many people in the same situation as him, and it was conceivable that the thing pressing on him must be the shabby bus.

There was a man standing in front of the bus with a frightened look on his face.

This man's clothes are somewhat similar to those of the driver, Lao Zhao, and he should be the driver of this bus. From previous reports, Wu Xian had long known that this driver was the only survivor of the accident.

But Wu Xian did not expect that when the car just crashed, there would be so many survivors.

An aunt nearby who was not seriously injured said.

“Master, call an ambulance, call a firefighter... hurry up, please, I can't last long.”

The driver held his head and looked very broken.

“No, it shouldn't be like this, it's not my fault...”

Another somewhat irritable man said: "No one says it's your fault. Hurry up and call someone."

The driver took out his phone and said a little desperately.

“Here, there is no signal here.”

The grumpy man was also desperate: "Then go to a place with signals. Do you still need to be taught this kind of thing..."

The driver's face was full of tangles. He thought about the huge compensation that he could not afford, the verbal criticism from countless onlookers, and the fact that after today's accident, he would no longer have a peaceful life...

When he thought about this, he felt that he might as well be dead.

He lowered his head and murmured to himself.

“Just leave it here and don't worry about it. No one will come looking for me. Wait until the matter is over. Wait until the matter is over…”

(End of this chapter)

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