Wei Ming swallowed his saliva. Somehow, he took out an old lighter from his pocket and suddenly threw it into the wine cellar. The wine cellar had long been splashed with fire oil, and suddenly a sea of fire was set off.
Burned! It turned out to be really burned! Destroyed, destroyed!
The ghosts are either comfortable or excited about their tone. Or with inexplicable melancholy. They are all sighing.
The fire in the wine cellar was getting bigger and bigger, and the terrible figures standing around disappeared in the fire one by one.
No! Ji Jing suddenly felt that the whole space was shaking, "Let's go! This ghost house is going to collapse!"
"Why did you leave? I... I don't want to go. Just let me stay here and stay with them." Wei Ming's eyes were dungy.
It's over, she knows! Whether it is possessed or reincarnated, the final result is that Wei Ming is assimilated by this ghost house, and he will think that he is the person of that year.
