Chapter 95: Fake face, fake breasts, fake hypocrisy, the actress who collapsed is ugly as a ghost
Xiao Zhuangzhuang vomited blood and fell to the ground, his eyes wide open as if he died with his eyes open.
Meng Fuling took out the yellow paper talisman and muttered to herself with great confidence.
"The Northern Emperor ordered me to write on paper a talisman to ward off evil spirits. Anyone who dares not submit will be taken to Fengdu City."
"Ah!" The starving ghost covered his face and wailed in pain. His whole body seemed to be burning, but he could not be immobilized.
She let go of Xiao Zhuangzhuang and turned to flee, but this guy was too violent and wanted to change his host.
Xiao Zhuangzhuang is already dead, and he continues to provide food and nutrients to a new host.
"Don't run!" Meng Fuling chased after him, and the starving ghost turned into a ball of black mist and ran around everywhere.
The people around were terrified. Once this thing decided on a new candidate, it would be difficult to separate from the host. It would never leave until it had completely sucked the other person's food away.
"Don't come over!" Fang Jinyu watched the black mist rushing towards her and kept backing away.
She stumbled and fell to the ground. Jiang Kai wanted to go up and help her, but they fell together.
The big rooster in Meng Fuling's arms cackled and flapped its wings as it pounced towards the starving ghost.
Xiaoman's fighting power is off the charts, and she doesn't give that guy any chance at all.
"Are you okay?" Meng Fuling helped the two people up from the ground: "Hide quickly."
The starving ghost has been dead for hundreds of years, but its combat effectiveness has been significantly reduced since it left its host.
It seized the opportunity and pounced on Meng Fuling, intending to perish together with her.
"Be careful!" Qin Muchen hugged her in his arms and protected her with his body.
Li Jingyan used his body to block the evil ghost, and both men wanted to protect Meng Fuling at the first moment.
With a "pop" sound, the black shadow was bounced away by the Buddhist beads on Qin Muchen's wrist.
The golden light knocked it away, directly towards Fuyun's face next to it.
"Ah!" Then a scream was heard, and Fuyun was beaten to the ground.
The blow just now was quite severe, and she covered her face with her hands and screamed in pain.
The director and the cameraman were so frightened that they fell to the ground, but they still held the cameras in their hands stubbornly.
I saw the starving ghost lying on the ground, his body becoming more and more shriveled as if he was dehydrated.
He was struggling at first but gradually became unable to move, and his body became as dry as an old, yellowed tree root.
Its mouth opened and closed as if it was saying something. Meng Fuling looked at its ferocious and terrifying eyes that were suddenly staring at her.
Without a host to absorb, it became the ugly form it is today.
"Fuyun, are you okay?" The staff stepped forward to support Fuyun who had fallen.
"Woo woo!" Fuyun cried so loudly that the starving ghost just pounced on her and hit her in the face.
She moved her hands away from her face, and everyone was shocked.
Fuyun sobbed in pain, turning her head to lean on Qin Muchen's shoulder: "Third Master, it hurts so much."
Qin Muchen dodged with disdain, frowning as he looked at her face: "Your face."
"Ah, what's wrong with my face?" Fuyun asked in confusion.
"Ah!" Everyone around opened their eyes wide and stepped back, not daring to get close and pointing at her: "Fuyun, your nose."
"Nose?" Fuyun looked at the camera screen in confusion.
Only then did I realize that her nose was crooked, twisted to one side and stuck to her face as if it was broken.
The prosthesis on the chin also lifted up, making the face ugly and deformed, looking like a monster, even more terrifying than the starving ghost.
"Ah!" Fuyun screamed and almost collapsed looking at her deformed face.
Even more devastated were the audience watching the show, all of whom were horrified by her collapsed face.
[Holy crap, help! What the hell is this? It's scaring me to death!]
[This is Fuyun. Her plastic surgery face is so scary. She was just hit by an evil ghost and it's completely deformed.]
[She vomited her breakfast. Why didn't she get possessed when that starving ghost bumped into her face? Is it because she's too thick-skinned?]
[Hahaha, the Third Master is possessed by golden light. She is thick-skinned and can repel evil spirits. Even ghosts are afraid of her face.]
[I want to take a screenshot of this face and say that she had plastic surgery. The evidence is right in front of me.]
[The face is plastic surgery, and the D cup is definitely fake. There is nothing real about this woman's body.]
The face that Fuyun was most proud of in her life has now turned into this horrible look.
"Ah!" She screamed and fainted on the ground, and the scene became even more chaotic.
The director collapsed: "Oh my god, stop filming, take them away!"
A group of people hurriedly picked up Fuyun and quickly took her away from the scene.
Meng Fuling walked up to the starving ghost, which was dying and unable to move.
He stared at her with resentful eyes, and kept shouting, "I'm so hungry, so hungry, I want to eat you."
Her fingers rested on his forehead, and the blinding light blinded her.
The scorching air seemed to be roasting people, and the steam rising from under their feet was like a furnace.
Meng Fuling opened her eyes and found herself standing on the dry and cracked ground.
The people on the edge of the fields knelt on the ground and prayed: "God, please give us some rain!"
A hundred years ago, there was a drought, and crops were completely destroyed, causing widespread grief.
Could this be? Meng Fuling felt a sudden pain in her head, and various scenes began to appear before her eyes. A black dragon began to rise from the ground.
The picture flashed through my mind, as if some fragments of memory were suddenly opened.
The dry ground felt like it was burning, and Meng Fuling subconsciously wondered, "Could it be the drought demon?"
The legend that once the drought demon appears, the land will be barren for thousands of miles is true. The fields here have been dry for three consecutive years.
The world is like purgatory. Meng Fuling looked at the young man standing by the field.
He was shirtless and wearing a pair of tattered trousers. His skin was dark, his cheeks were sunken, and his bones were clearly protruding.
His pale and thin face showed that he had been malnourished for a long time, and he stared at the ground with lifeless eyes.
Countless people died of starvation during the three years of drought, and the graves on the mountain were littered with corpses.
Every day, people who died of starvation were thrown in, and then eaten by hungry wild beasts nearby until not even a bone was left.
In a thatched house built with yellow mud, Liu Chunsheng pushed open the door and walked into the kitchen.
The aroma of meat wafted into the house. He carried a large bowl of meat into the inner room and said, "Mom, is it time to eat?"
The stewed meat was given to the mother on her sickbed. She hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and when she smelled the aroma of the meat, she began to eat it in big mouthfuls.
"What kind of meat is this? It's so delicious!" Mother suddenly tasted something while eating.
When she spat it out, she found that it was actually a finger. She dropped the bowl in shock and asked, "What is this?"
"Mom, this is my sister!" He curled his lips into an evil, twisted smile: "Is it delicious?"
"Ugh!" Her mother vomited violently. The pot was stewing her three-year-old daughter.
"I'm really hungry. Let my sister go downstairs and wait for you!" Chunsheng picked up the knife and stabbed at her.
Blood splashed on her face, and the knife in his hand stabbed her body again and again.
"Hahaha!" His ferocious laughter echoed.
After eating the corpses of his two relatives, he eventually starved to death the following year.
After his death, Chunsheng became a starving ghost. In order to avoid being hunted by the ferryman of the underworld, he kept changing hosts for hundreds of years.
He has survived to this day, but he has killed no less than a hundred people.
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