Chatty Hollywood

Ever since he became a mandrill, Wei Changhui never thought that he would have such a miserable day.

Although he didn't know why he came from ancient China to America on the other side of the ocean when he woke up, but this did not prevent him from following his instinct - devouring the living and pursuing power.

Every time he devours the life force of a living person, he can feel a little stronger, and this feeling makes him obsessed.

As for the souls of the devoured, he will turn them into his own ghosts. Although it is just a form, he likes that, just like he likes to pile up the corpses of the people who have been devoured by him. Like the depths of your own cave.

No reason, he just likes it.

Before he knew it, he consumed hundreds of lives, making him stronger than any mandrill he had ever seen. He thought he would stay free until—

"I have a way to help you become a mountain god!"

He didn't believe that a foreign devil could know such secrets, but making mandrills into mountain gods was their dream since the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom era. He listened to it with the mentality of just in case, and fell headlong...

"Movies allow people to actively sacrifice their fears to you, and after you get enough sacrifices, you will naturally become a mountain god."

— sounds like it might really be worth a try.

With his help, that foreign devil named Charlotte really made a movie. When the movie was released, Wei Changhui really felt the fear of people offering sacrifices to him, but——

"Who the hell passed the magic of wall painting to this foreign devil!!?"

Until he was trapped by the opponent with cinnabar fire and burned so painfully, Wei Changhui still couldn't believe that the long-lost magic of wall painting would be rediscovered, and it was used by his enemies on him so desperately.

He couldn't leave the world that trapped him. Because the spell of painting the wall was created to deal with monsters like him. The powerful sealing power made it impossible for him to leave this weird world easily;

He couldn't call out his horde of ghouls. Because in this world, only his soul and consciousness, his physical body remains in place, together with those ghosts. Here, he is just a stronger consciousness;

He also couldn't extinguish the cinnabar fire burning on him. Since ancient times, cinnabar has been the color used to convict criminals. For living beings, it is only a symbol. But for the demons and ghosts hovering between life and death, it has out-and-out magic power. The flame ignited by it is like the sentence of the Ten Temples of Yama.

Fortunately, with a cinnabar fire of this scale, it would be impossible for him to burn himself to death within a few dozen days. And the mural painting spell that sealed him was far from being able to last that long—although he had hardly watched a movie, he knew from the memories of those ghosts that no matter how long a movie was, it couldn't last longer than a day.

Of course, he can break through the opponent's block to prevent him from using the painting ground as a prison. Although this spell passed down from King Wen of Zhou is practical, it is not powerful. As long as you fight to the death and break the net, it is not very difficult to rush out.

However, he did not do so.

——So what if you rush out?

In the world constructed by the other party to seal him, his strength was severely weakened. Even if he rushes out, he can't guarantee that he can defeat the opponent. But this is the opponent's home field, and there must be countless traps waiting for him.

"I just braked with silence, but I didn't rush out!"

Wei Changhui gritted his teeth and thought,

"When the spell on this wall painting is over, I will return to my physical body, and then I will let you know how powerful I am!"

Of course, he was also worried about what the other party said, letting that female ghost steal his power, but he never believed that the other party could steal all the power he had accumulated for decades in just a few tens of minutes .

"Wait, is the other party's purpose..."

Wei Changhui suddenly thought of a possibility—even though the ghost is his subordinate and lacks complete consciousness, he is not a complete fool. They still have a few memories and emotions from their lifetime - including nostalgia for life, and resentment towards themselves who killed them.

"If the ghosts rebel while my consciousness is sealed..."

The ghosts are very weak, even if they attacked in groups, it would not have any effect on Wei Changhui's physical body. But if there are people nearby who are attracted by the commotion...

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Kate actually wanted to see how the filming of "Fatal Turns" was going. Unfortunately, as a dedicated FBI agent, she had to do her best under the night wind of Vianers Valley at this time. Searching.

"Don't let me find out who made the call, or I will make him look good!"

In the middle of the night, even a large-scale online search is not much more efficient. After searching for two or three hours, with no results at all, Kate felt more and more that she was being played.

"Agent Kate, what do you think that is!?"

The assistant beside her suddenly pulled Lakette, and she looked up, only to find that the distant sky seemed to be reflecting the light of fire.

"Mountain fire!!?"

Although she has no experience as a forest ranger, Kate also knows that encountering wildfires must not be taken lightly. She hurriedly rushed towards the direction of the fire with her men, trying to find out the situation, but the scene that caught her eyes made her unbelievable——

There is indeed a big fire burning in the area in front of me, but the flame is pale white, with some green lights scattered in it, making people feel no scorching heat. The flame was like ice and snow, attached to the vegetation in the forest, as if it was burning blazingly, and it seemed to be waiting to be extinguished.

"This is... a will-o'-the-wisp!?"

Before Kate could speak, an agent behind her gave the answer that no one wanted to admit with chattering teeth.

——In European and American legends, the concept of ghost fire also exists. However, most of the time, Westerners are more romantic. Compared with the ghostly will-o'-the-wisp, they believe that the dazzling northern lights are the flame lit by the burning soul.

However, romance is often flimsy in reality.

Looking at the pale flames with no warmth in front of her, even though Kate had never believed in ghosts and gods, she couldn't help but feel her calves trembling at this moment. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief or disbelief, but suddenly found that the flame suddenly disappeared from her eyes.

——So, just now it was an illusion! ?

Although she wanted to draw conclusions from this, Kate's eyes did not follow the master's wishes - she still caught a little fire light from the corner of her eyes.

Although most of the pale flames have disappeared, there are still a few remaining.

"Catch up!"

Kate immediately chased after her. The things in front of her are weird, but as a well-trained detective, Kate firmly believes that there is always a normal reason behind any weird incident. Therefore, when faced with weird things, the best way is not to turn a blind eye, but to face them directly.

then--

Where the white flames finally disappeared, Kate discovered a secluded dark cave. The entrance of the cave is small and hidden, and there are vegetation outside. If it weren't for the strange flame just now, Kate felt that even if she passed by, it would be difficult to find this cave.

"This smell..."

With a gust of wind blowing from the depths of the cave, Kate couldn't help frowning. After a while, her expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly raised the gun in her hand.

——A black shadow suddenly rushed towards her from the hole!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"