My great-granddaughter cried at the wrong grave, and I climbed out to correct it!

Chapter 30 Mourning Hall
'Xie Xiaozhang' was unable to resist Xie Heng, and his body was violently thrown out.

Her ferocious expression in mid-air disappeared the moment she was run over by the paper truck, exploding a cloud of blood mist, turning into pieces of rotten flesh and falling in front of the car.

The blue paper car was dyed bright red in an instant.

The impact caused the paper truck to sway, move sideways, and hit a red wall with graffiti in the garage. The car body was severely deformed and there was no further movement.

In the car, a girl paper doll rolled down in response. It was obviously the car that the paper doll was driving just now.

"It's no use pretending to be the same. How could Xie Xiaozhang hide behind me when he sees the car coming?"

Xie Heng said.

Of course, this does not mean that our great-granddaughter is very filial.

But no matter how clever she was, would she have seen someone running to hide behind a ghost before a car crashed?Can it be useful?

"Ghosts all appeared in Xiaozhan's and his other visions."

"Furthermore, it is also speculated that the phantom may amplify the fear in everyone's heart, or it may cause people to encounter the most powerful ghost they have ever seen before."

"But whether it's fear or ghosts, there's nothing, just a bunch of paper figures driving here."

Xie Heng originally thought that as a ghost, he was the same kind as the other party, so he might not be pulled into the illusion, but he didn't expect that he would also be tricked.

However, Xie Heng also wanted to know which ghost he would encounter in the illusion, and which one was the most powerful?Urn ghost boy?

After Xie Heng woke up, the only ghosts he saw were a ghost driver and an urn ghost boy. Among them, the latter was obviously much stronger than the ghost driver.

In other words, how can the illusion amplify Xie Heng's fear?
Xie Heng could even think of the moment of death that might make him most afraid.

After all, everyone is afraid of death, and this is understandable.

"Let's see if you can refresh my memory and find out how I died."

Xie Heng sighed. He had been thinking about it ever since he had hot pot with Xie Xiaozhang, and he hasn't thought about it until now.

What kind of death is it like?Death in battle, illness, or starvation?
I glanced at the paper car next to me. On the car seat, there was almost a paper man lying comfortably, with pink and black lips and no eyes.

Didn't a paper man drive a car and hit him aggressively just now? He was quite calm now.

Could it be that he was frightened by his backhand slamming of his granddaughter?

Xie Heng approached a paper car next to him and glanced at the other cars and paper figures.

He took out the paper man inside the car, grabbed one of the paper man's arms, and pulled it off with a click.

Seeing that there was still no movement from the other cars, Xie Heng removed the head from it with another 'click-' sound.

The paper people are still motionless, good guy... Isn't this the living king of hell!

"Still not moving? Okay, it's quite bearable."

Xie Heng nodded, glanced around, found the location of the stairs, and walked straight past the vehicle.

There's no point in waiting here to play with a bunch of paper figures and cars. It's better to take the initiative to search and see if you can find anything and get out of the illusion.

As soon as Xie Heng walked up the stairs, there was movement behind him.

After waiting patiently for a while, at the corner of the stairs, Xie Heng's eyes peeked out, and a strange scene appeared.

The paper figures who had been sitting motionless in the car just now seemed to have come to life.

He walked stiffly and gathered around Xie Xiaozhang, who had just been beaten to pieces by Xie Heng. His hands were stained with blood on the ground, and he wiped them on his face when he came up.

Among them, one paper man raised his head and looked in the direction of Xie Heng, and the other paper men also looked over.

Their faces were covered with blood, and their eyes, which were originally white, now had eyes after being smeared with blood.

It seemed that he didn't expect Xie Heng to turn around again, so he was so frightened that he ran back to the car.

"Still running?" Xie Heng shouted, and a lighter with flames fell from the sky and landed on one of the paper carts. Soon the paper cart and the paper figures inside were all ablaze.

The fire spread and turned into a sea of ​​​​fire in an instant. The burning paper people fled from the car in all directions!
It's a pity that the paper man can't open his mouth, otherwise he would be designated to break the defense and curse, the emotional man didn't leave, he went to the supermarket on the first floor to find a fire source and came back specifically to burn them, right? !

"The stronger the ghost of the ghost controller, the more consumption will be incurred by the ghost that creates the illusion."

I don't know about the others, but Xie Heng agreed with Jiang Zhefan's words.

No matter how powerful a ghost is, it is impossible for such a powerful illusion to be maintained unconditionally.

Although Xie Heng is not the ghost of the Ghost Controller and belongs to an independent existence, it must be the same.

Now that I know that just causing trouble in the illusion can increase the consumption of the opponent's ghost, I don't need to use my brain to guess what is the best plan.

Xie Heng’s comment was that it would be better to just destroy whatever you see!
How simple and clear?

"Yes! Just burn it like this!"

"Burn through the illusion, burn out the ghost who is hiding in the dark and controlling the ghosts, and burn out the evil ghost!"

"What amplifies fear, what a powerful ghost, a fire is enough."

Xie Heng looked at the blazing fire. The stronger the fire, the more excited he became.

Come to think of it, it's nothing more than frightening Xie Xiaozhang and the others into phantoms.

In an instant, fire covered the entire garage.

Under Xie Heng's gaze, it burned in the fire. After a while, the originally dim garage gradually changed its appearance and turned into an empty and solemn lobby.

White cloth is hung horizontally in the lobby, with paper figures, paper cars and paper wreaths placed on both sides, completely changing the scene.

"Where's the fire? How come it's gone?"

Xie Heng chased him downstairs like a ghost, and saw that at the end of his field of vision, incense candles were burning brightly on the mahogany altar, and fireworks were curling up.

Taking another look, the red wall with graffiti clearly has a big word 'sacrifice' on it.

"Mourning hall! Whose mourning hall is this?" Xie Heng paused.

The huge mourning hall could not see anyone paying condolences, and it seemed particularly empty and gloomy. Even Xie Heng's voice echoed in the hall.

"Aren't all the ghostly illusions reflected in the heart? Why, why is there a mourning hall in my illusion?"

Even Xie Heng felt a chill in his back at this moment.

At this time, the more aware I am that I am in an illusion, the weirder I feel.

"Could it be that I attended someone's funeral and left a deep impression on it, so that's why I appeared in the phantom and was reflected in it?"

Xie Heng mumbled absentmindedly, looking around nervously. There was not even the slightest sound of wind blowing into the empty mourning hall.

But the more he looked at it, the more convinced he became that in his memory, there had never been such a mourning hall.

Then, Xie Heng's eyes turned to the spiritual tablet on the altar.

Yes, there are words on it. As long as you go over and look at the name on the memorial tablet, you will know who belongs to this mourning hall.

Xie Heng made up his mind, stepped forward quickly, reached out and picked up the spiritual tablet on the altar, and when he looked closer, the clear eleven characters came into view.

——[Xian Kao Xie Gongtao Hengfu Jun’s spiritual position]

Xie Heng silently put the spiritual tablet back, turned around and left, dissatisfied: "Damn it, my name is written on the spiritual tablet."

He set fire to his own mourning hall.

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