Chapter 215: The Psychopath Hurts the Charcoal Man

The legs came without any notice, appearing on his shoulders like ghosts.

If Fan Jian hadn't always had all five senses activated, it would have been difficult to notice the existence of these legs.

At this moment, Fan Jian's scalp was still numb. Immediately, a burst of zhenqi circulated around his body and hit him behind him.

He saw a figure flying lightly in front of him, with a dry and charred face in front of him, flying downwards following his movements.

Fan Jian's heart felt as if someone had pinched him hard.

That face is really terrifying.

It was as dry as a mummy dried by fire, and its charred body was emaciated.

A pair of eyes bulged, staring at him tightly without any fluctuation.

Fan Jian stopped flying immediately, frowning and speechless for a long time.

Even Ye Qingqing and Jingfan were frightened by it.

"What...what the hell?" Fan Jian said in shock.

"Oh, I am a ghost, but not a thing..."

The mummy squatted in mid-air, tilted its head and looked at Fan Jian and said:

"That's very rude of you."

"I'm sorry!"

Fan Jian's facial features were all squeezed together.

"You jump on someone else's shoulder for no reason, lick your face and stick it to someone else. Is this polite?"

Just as he was talking, he saw Tripterygium vine hiding behind Fan Jianjian and pulling on his clothes.

"What's wrong?" Fan Jian turned around and asked angrily.

Just listen to Tripterygium vine whisper:

"This is the leader of the Great Burning Flame Realm, the Fire-eating Ghost King Shangtan Weng... His strength is even stronger than that of the Mad Demon Buddha!"

Fan Jian was shocked when he heard this.

Why do these strong men come to me one after another?

Is hell so free?

Just as he was wondering, he heard the sad man sigh and say:

"Well, actually, who is stronger is not necessarily me or the Mad Demon Buddha, it's just that he can't do anything to me, and I can't do anything to him!

But it’s better for us fire-eating ghosts to live in a place with fire, so I just changed worlds with him.

In the world of suffocating poisonous smoke, there is smoke but no fire. If there is no fire, how can I eat fire?

Although as a hungry ghost, I can't eat fire, but I feel more comfortable just looking at it, don't you think? "

"Yes, yes, everything you said is right, this ghost man, can you lend me a way?

I have something to do. Can I chat with you another day? "

Fan Jian nodded repeatedly.

What I was thinking about was:

"It's none of my business. You keep talking about it as soon as you show up. I don't care who you are or what you like to eat?

If you want to stop talking about eating fire, eating magma has nothing to do with me! "

Thunder God Vine immediately sighed after hearing this and said:

"It's over..."

Fan Jian was about to ask what was going on when he saw the injured man suddenly stood up and danced and said:

"Do you really think what I said is right? That's great. They all say that I am long-winded and feel sorry for myself every day.

You have never understood me and you are the first person to say that I am right! I like you very much. Do you want to follow me to my house? "

Before Fan Jian could speak, he sighed again and said:

"No, no, my house is too messy, and there is nothing to entertain you.

Let's go to the Old Bird Monster's Xiandingjie Wind Realm to catch a few birds, and then go to the Water Demon Girl's Weak Water Soul Dip Realm to catch a few fish.

Meat alone is not good either. I see you are bringing a girl with you. There are also some delicious mushrooms in the Poison Spore Ghost Vine World, which girls should like to eat.

It's just that after eating this thing, you will have hallucinations, but it's okay, it will be fine in ten days and a month anyway. "

Fan Jian finally knew why Tripterygium wilfordii said "it's over."

This sad man is too verbose!

I finally came down from the Poisonous Spore Ghost Vine Realm, now I have to drag Fan Jian back with me?

Are you full?

"I'm too busy, let's try another day!"

In order not to let him bother him anymore, Fan Jian said evasively when they met.

After hearing this, Shang Tanweng looked lonely for a moment, and then asked again:

"What day is it? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? This month or next month?"

"On the 36th of this month, at nine o'clock in the hour!"

Fan Jian said, then flew down around Shang Tan Weng.

Shangtanweng stood there and thought for a moment, then said angrily:

"There are only thirty days in a month, and there are only eight quarters in an hour. Where does the thirty-sixth hour and nine quarters come from?"

As Fan Jian was flying, he saw Shang Tan Weng standing in front of Fan Jian like a black light, pointing at Fan Jian and saying:

"I invite you kindly. If you don't appreciate it, you can just refuse. Why would you say such words to try to frustrate me?"

Upon seeing this, Tripterygium wilfordii was even more shocked and said:

"It's bad, it's bad, big brother, Shantan Weng rarely gets angry with others, but once he gets angry, he won't stop fighting!"

"What the hell can't you tell me in advance? What's the use of asking you to tell me later?"

Fan Jian said angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Tanweng suddenly burst into flames and said to Fan Jian:

"Please tell me clearly when you will come to my house as a guest! Otherwise, I will take you to my house as a guest!"

"Damn it, are you a lonely patient? Do you want to be so desperate? Are you inviting someone to be a guest or inviting someone to a dinner?"

Fan Jian was speechless. Are all the masters of this hell realm insane? One is looking for someone to beg for his head, and the other is looking for someone to be a guest. What kind of fuss is this!

"You lied to me! You lied to me! I want you to die in my house!"

Shangtanweng roared, and then he became even more angry, and the energy in his body was almost like substance.

The steaming flames reached straight into the sky, and his whole body seemed to be a pillar of fire burning from bottom to top, reflecting the redness of the blood river behind him.

A few meters away from him, Fan Jian could already feel the scorching heat coming towards his face. It was as if he was in a sea of ​​fire. The temperature was several times higher than the temperature in the Yanyan Pond.

"Qingqing, little nun, take Wusheng and stay away from here!"

Fan Jian said quickly.

He realized that this wounded man might be difficult to deal with!

This thing is even more frightening than his murderous intention, because he is a bit neurotic, and logic will not work for such a person.

And when he goes crazy, he will really fight to the death!

However, as soon as Fan Jian finished speaking, he saw Ye Qingqing silently stepping forward and saying:

"Old man, don't be angry yet, we really have important things to deal with!

When we finish our work, we will definitely visit your home, okay? "

Ye Qingqing's little face was flushed by the fire, and the heat of the flames burned her face.

Even with Fan Jian's fire protection, Ye Qingqing was still so hot that he could hardly speak.

Seeing this, Fan Jian quickly pulled Ye Qingqing back and said:

"Be careful, don't burn it!"

But Ye Qingqing shook his head and said to Shang Tan Weng:

"I know you want friends, and I was the same as you once, but if a friend is in danger and can't help, then what kind of friend is he? What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Tanweng stared at Ye Qingqing with two bean-like eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, the flames on his body disappeared instantly, and in the blink of an eye he came to Ye Qingqing and said:

"Are you really going to save people? Are you lying to me?"