Horror live broadcast: I used paper to make a sky full of gods and Buddhas

Hearing the words of the skeleton death god, Sheng Feihong felt a little puzzled.

All ghosts who know these things.

Can guess their identity and the environment they are in.

But the skeletal Grim Reaper looks...

He doesn't seem to know his true identity.

Also, don't know where this is.

"Since you know these things, why don't you know where this is?"

Sheng Feihong's words made the Skeleton Reaper equally confused.

Why do I need to know what the hell this is?

"Uh... is there any connection between this?"

The Skeleton Reaper asked puzzledly.

Gai Nie asked instead of Sheng Feihong: "The place you are in now is one of the eighteen levels of hell—the scissors hell!"

"what!?"

Skeleton Reaper was taken aback.

Standing up from the chair, he said in astonishment, "What is that place?"

Sheng Feihong: "..."

Genie: "..."

Hearing the words of the skeleton death god, Sheng Feihong and Gai Nie looked at each other in blank dismay.

Gai Nie transmitted Sheng Feihong: "Dijun, he doesn't seem to be lying."

Sheng Feihong responded, "I can see it too."

Gai Nie continued to transmit the voice: "But why doesn't he know anything?"

Sheng Feihong said: "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so take your time."

Say it.

Sheng Feihong and Skeleton Death said: "You can stay here for the time being, and when I find the key, I will come to you."

Just as Sheng Feihong was about to leave, the Skull Reaper suddenly stopped him.

"Mr. Sheng wait a moment!"

Sheng Feihong stopped, turned his head and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The Skeleton Reaper replied: "The location of the key can be accurately located in the urban area, but not in the suburbs."

"Forehead……"

Hearing this, the corners of Sheng Feihong's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Okay, I'll take it down."

Beijing Supernatural Bureau.

in the room.

Sheng Feihong, who came back here, flipped through the "Research Documents on Gods and Spirits".

There is no specific time.

There is no specific location either.

It can be seen that the time gap where ghosts appear is very serious.

Not only that.

There are many labels in this, and they are all wrong.

After flipping through it, Sheng Feihong felt that although there were many things on the paper, they were all dead.

If you want to know the truth, you can only make a decision after experiencing it yourself.

Realizing this, Sheng Feihong threw the "Spiritual Research Literature" in his hand aside, closed his eyes and meditated.

But not long after, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Dengdengdeng...dengdengdeng..."

Sheng Feihong got up helplessly: "Who is it?"

"Mr. Sheng, it's me, Zhao Tao."

There was a familiar voice outside the door.

The S-level ghost exorcist of the Beijing Supernatural Bureau——Zhao Tao.

Although he is not the strongest ghost exorcist under Lame, he is the most trustworthy!

"What's with you?"

Sheng Feihong quickly thought of Zhao Tao's identity.

Think of the cripple again, and you can roughly understand Zhao Tao's intentions.

"Mr. Sheng, I was ordered to invite you to drink tea."

Zhao Tao's tone was full of respect.

After all, the person in the guest room was Sheng Feihong.

He is a man who can sit at the same table with the prime minister for dinner, and whose address is still in the state banquet hall!

Sheng Feihong in the guest room pondered for a moment, then got up, walked to the door and opened it.

"Mr. Sheng."

Seeing Sheng Feihong walk out, Zhao Tao hurriedly took half a step back and bowed.

Sheng Feihong nodded slightly: "Lead the way ahead."

"Yes!"

Zhao Tao looked happy.

As long as Sheng Feihong agreed to the invitation.

The previous defeat can be written off.

"Did the cripple tell you why you were looking for me?"

The smile on Zhao Tao's face froze immediately, and he looked at Sheng Feihong in shock.

"Sheng... Mr. Sheng, you..."

"Surprise?"

"a little bit."

Sheng Feihong chuckled lightly, but did not speak.

Seeing this, Zhao Tao took the initiative to ask: "Mr. Sheng, how did you find out?"

"That's up to the lame man."

One sentence from Sheng Feihong blocked Zhao Tao's desire to continue asking.

Zhao Tao also realized this matter.

So I was very knowledgeable and didn't continue to ask.

This time the location was not placed in an office with unclear light.

It's in a park outside the Beijing Supernatural Bureau.

The lame man had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Sheng Feihong coming, he quickly got up to greet him.

Zhao Tao served at the side.

"Mr. Sheng must be very puzzled now about the reason why I brought you here?" The lame man took the initiative to ask.

Sheng Feihong nodded: "Indeed!"

"Anyway, there is plenty of time now, how about I tell a story to Mr. Sheng?"

"Oh?"

"20 years ago, Ju Zuo and I were ghost exorcists of the same period. We studied and worked together..."

"We are in a relationship of mutual cooperation and mutual competition..."

"This way of getting along is very beneficial to both of us..."

The story of the cripple made Sheng Feihong drowsy.

Stories are stories.

Life time life.

Cripple seems to be conflating two very different things.

Just when Sheng Feihong was about to fall asleep.

The lame man's eyes were red, and he squeezed the teacup in his hand to burst.

Sheng Feihong came back to his senses immediately.

The lame man's state was not because of Sheng Feihong's inattention.

But because the story has reached the most exciting point.

"Over the past 20 years, he and I have had almost the same strength and the same experience. But in the end, it is he, not me, who becomes the top player."

"I don't agree!!!"

"And I competed for the seat at the cost of limping a leg, but in the end I lost."

"Mr. Sheng, so I hope you will unite with me and help me sit on the seat of the Bureau."

The lame man stopped abruptly at this point, his eyes regained clarity, he looked at Sheng Feihong, waiting for Sheng Feihong's answer.

Sheng Feihong took a sip of tea and asked with a smile, "Is the seat of the bureau important?"

The lame man replied without thinking, "Of course!"

Sheng Feihong continued to ask: "Compared to [Ghost Gate]?"

"..."

The lame man fell silent.

Seeing this, Sheng Feihong thought, "It's okay!"At least in the face of big right and wrong, you can still tell who is more important and who is less important.

"The [Ghost Gate] matter is related to the entire country. It is impossible for me to abandon the entire country for the sake of the seat of the bureau."

The lame man pondered for a moment, then gave his answer.

Sheng Feihong nodded: "I am quite satisfied with your answer."

The lame beamed.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Sheng Feihong continued: "The seat of the chief executive is not determined by strength, but by coordinating the overall situation. As far as I know, you are not that seat."

"..."

The cripple showed a look of resignation.

Sheng Feihong's position determines who wins and who loses.

Obviously, the cripple lost.

"but……"

Sheng Feihong spoke suddenly, and sized up the lame man.

The lame man suddenly raised his head, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Sheng, but what?"

"But if you do one thing for me, I can restore your leg to its original state."

Hear Sheng Feihong's words.

The lame man and Zhao Tao who were present froze in place at the same time.