"Ren Faran?"

The ghost shadow was blocked, and Wei Wencang suddenly remembered everything: This is ...... Is that a fantasy? So that person is ......

The palace was disillusioned, the space was darkened, and he was illuminated by a beam of light from the sky, and he saw the ghost's face clearly.

This is a slender tuxedo man, he has a handsome face like a demon, fair and tight skin, a pair of jade hands with long pointed nails folded on his abdomen, and he stands like a polite gentleman.

Ghost Doom (code name), SSS-level resentment, moody, self-proclaimed chosen one. He loves to play with other people's fate, covets He Linhao's natural negative energy, has repeatedly pursued He Linhao was rejected, and there is a cult called "Calamity" under his command, which has spread the theory of the end of the world, saying that only by joining the organization and obtaining the blessing of the sect leader can he survive, which once caused social panic, and then the bright organization was cleared by the criminal police, and there are still resentful remnant activities in secret.

"What's going on?" Oni was taken aback, "There are actually two consciousnesses?"

"Who are you?" Wei Wencang took dozens of steps back to prevent the ghost from attacking. Ren Faran also followed his steps and integrated into his consciousness again, and now, he was immune to the brainwashing of ghosts.

"Looks like it failed. "Ghost Bad knocked his head in annoyance, what is wrong?Why is there a problem? This kind of goods should be captured, even the strongest master of the capture department can't resist his brainwashing in the illusion, by the way, it must be this second consciousness! Damn, since that's the case...... He suddenly showed a wicked smile, "That's good, please go to death." ”

The ghost bent his fingers into a claw, stretched out his right hand, directly extended a few meters, and grabbed Wei Wencang's throat.

The speed of his attack was like lightning, which could not be described as unfast, but Wei Wencang was faster than him, dodged with ease, and grabbed his wrist by the way.

This is the world he dominates, just like Freddy in "Ghost Street" is invincible in his dreams, but this kid ...... Is that second consciousness ghost again? How strong are the two consciousnesses combined?

In fact, Wei Wencang didn't understand very much, although the light from the sky just now disappeared, the darkness did not affect his vision, the ghost was an obvious object in his eyes, and it was also black, and this ghost was particularly prominent.

And he felt that this guy was very slow, and it was easy to grab his hand, and what was even more amazing was that the strength was so weak that it seemed like a three-year-old child, as if a little force could tear his arm off - he tried, and the ghost's arm was really torn off by him, turning into a cloud of black mist.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Wei Wencang smiled awkwardly.

"Ahh He manipulated the machine gun, and with a single breath he fired hundreds of black bullets.

Wei Wencang also panicked in the face of these dense black bullets, he ran desperately, but only saw the ground move, he dodged left and right, and the bullets also shifted with him as if they were positioned, hmm? Why are they so slow?

Wei Wencang was stunned for a moment, and found that he could see the trajectory of these bullets clearly.

Yes, you can catch it, right?

With that in mind, he grabbed a bullet that was about to wipe his face.

Unexpectedly...... Easy.

But before he could rejoice, the bullet exploded, and the so-called lead one launched the whole body, and the remaining bullets also exploded one after another.

The ghost looked at Wei Wencang playfully, as long as he wanted, the power of each bullet could be infinite, but that would be too boring, so he made the power of the bullet a little smaller, probably the power of one hand.

After a series of bombardments, Ghost's smile gradually froze-

Intact, consciousness not dissipated, not weak? Impossible! What kind of monster is this? Is this illusion his, or does it belong to this kid?

Wei Wencang thought that he would shed his skin if he didn't die, but he didn't want this wave of explosions to be loud and rainy, and there was no actual power, but the explosion made him itch, like he had been bitten by a mosquito for hundreds of bites. He looked at the ghost in confusion and went crazy, as if he understood one thing: it wasn't that this guy was weak, it was that Ren Faran was too strong.

"Damn, damn it!" Oni's body suddenly swelled, rising higher and higher, and turned into a giant beast that looked like a tiger and had wings. He had never been so angry as he was now, he had always been the only one who played with others, but today he was toyed with by an inconspicuous character, and he had to crush this jumping ant to make him feel despair and fear.

"Good, big. Wei Wencang was startled, looking at the poor strange in front of him that was like the description of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", he had a particularly absurd feeling, because he had never dreamed of such an exaggerated thing.

"Let's die!" Ghost Er looked down at Wei Wencang and stepped down with all his might.

This foot was like the sky falling, like a dark cloud covering the top, there was nowhere to hide, and the oppressive breath made the space mourn, as if it was about to destroy everything.

If it is an ordinary person, seeing this scene will inevitably frighten the soul out of the body and be stunned on the spot.

But Wei Wencang was different, with Ren Faran's blessing, he calmly threw a punch upward, this punch had no gorgeous special effects and skills, only invincible belief.

"Boom!" Ghost Er didn't care about Wei Wencang's dying struggle, he seemed to see the scene of the latter being crushed and shattered, and couldn't help but let out an excited laugh.

However, the truth did not develop as he imagined - the ball of the foot, which was as heavy as ten thousand pounds, suddenly stopped when it touched Wei Wencang's fist, and he couldn't step on it no matter what.

In Wei Wencang's calm gaze, only to hear the sound of "snort", the soles of his feet were poked into a hole, such a small wound should have been a drop in the bucket for the shape-shifting ghost, but to his disbelief, the soles of his feet began to shrink sharply as if they were leaking, and his body was like a punctured balloon, wilting while flying everywhere.

Wei Wencang couldn't bear to see the ghost fall with a blue nose and swollen face, so he was very intimate to help him increase his motivation, whenever he rushed down, Wei Wencang would teleport over and punch him hard to help him go to the sky, like playing volleyball.

After repeating this two hundred and fifty times—

He collapsed on the ground like a ghostly mud, like a doll that had been broken.

"Say, why are you targeting me?" Wei Wencang stepped forward and stepped on his chest and asked coldly.

Unwillingness, anger, humiliation...... All kinds of negative emotions were intertwined with the distorted face of the ghost, and he still didn't believe that his invincible illusion would fail, but when Wei Wencang attacked, he clearly lost the right to control the illusion as he wanted, and he was ravaged at will like a sandbag...... So what kind of power is it?

At this time, under Wei Wencang's questioning, there was a force majeure force that prompted him to tell the truth: "My king, it's mine." ”

"What my king?"

"Don't understand? The ghost's narrow eyes burst out with an extremely evil light, and his voice suddenly howled like a ghost's cry, "He Linhao, it's mine!"

Wei Wencang's face was difficult to look at, Lin Hao was his reverse scale, this guy ...... How dare you!

Is he too easy to bully? People are good at being bullied by others, and horses are good at being ridden by others? Yes, it must be so, it is he who is too kind, those hateful faces, dare to bully themselves one by one, and now, he has gained love from Lin Hao, and this guy not only wants to push himself into hell, but also wants to take his love for himself? Very good, isn't it worse than anyone? Who is afraid of whom!

At this moment, it was as if a sleeping devil had awakened, and his eyes became extremely terrifying.

"Oh, I have beaten you into a dead dog, and you still have the courage to be so arrogant?" Wei Wencang stepped on his face with his foot, and kept running it around, "You waste-like garbage, the bed bug in the sewer, coveting Linhao, are you qualified?"

"Are you angry?" Ghost smiled, "You ......"

"Dog stuff. Wei Wencang kicked him in the mouth, "Scolding you dog is insulting the dog." ”

"I'll admit, you're strong. The consciousness of the ghost suddenly disappeared, and it didn't make much sense for him to provoke Wei Wencang, but it was better than nothing, but he didn't have a hobby of masochism, but knowing that he was invincible, he could only swallow this breath first and exit the illusion, "However, it is the knight who guards the princess, and the princess is destined to be with the prince!"

"Come out!" Wei Wencang drank vigorously.

"What a bullshit prince!" Wei Wencang slapped the table and got up, stunned the two students next to him.

"Classmate, are you alright?" asked the shopkeeper cautiously through the window.

"It's fine. Wei Wencang glanced at him, and the awe-inspiring evil aura suddenly dissipated.

"Young people nowadays, their temper is too short-tempered, don't they just wait for five minutes to fry rice, as for scolding? The shopkeeper muttered.

Wei Wencang: "......"

When he saw Zhu Zihan who was still "unconscious" opposite, he had an empty and strange feeling in his mind, this girl ...... Who is it?

"Boss, did I come in with her just now?" Wei Wencang pointed at Zhu Zihan.

The shopkeeper took two plates of fried rice out of the window and said nonchalantly, "Isn't this cat yours?"

"Cat?" Wei Wencang thought there was something wrong with his ears and emphasized, "I said the girl opposite me!"

"Across from you?" the shopkeeper looked at him quizzically, "there's only one cat." ”

"If it's a cat, then why are there two plates of fried rice?" Wei Wencang laughed angrily.

"You ordered two plates of your own and asked me why?" the shopkeeper shook his head, feeling that the student was unreasonable.

"Classmate, that's indeed a cat. The couple waiting for the meal also said.

Wei Wencang still wanted to argue, but a word suddenly popped up in his mind: the law of great resentment.

That's what the law of resentment says, right?

But he is obviously an ordinary physique, is it Ren Faran's relationship?

He stumbled suddenly, so this girl is dead, was she killed by negative energy?

Why...... It's just a meal, and she's ...... He's dead?

Heh, hehe...... In fact, there are many such things in the world, right? It's just a dead person, there's nothing to be sad about, well, it's not sad...... Don't be sad, just get used to it. Wei Wencang clenched his fists, panting, he suddenly felt cold, a ...... The coldness of not being able to breathe, and the weakness of being unable to shed tears despite being extremely sad.

She just died quietly and without anyone noticing, and even her loved ones would forget about her, as if she had never been born into this world.

"What are you kidding...... What are you kidding!What are you kidding!" Wei Wencang slapped his head fiercely, roaring like a beast, "Think of it, think of it!"

The people around him were stunned by his hysterical actions.

"Is he ...... Got a mental problem?" said the woman.

"I think it's that now he's sick, and we're going to help him. The man took out his mobile phone and was about to dial 120, but was stunned by Wei Wencang's terrifying eyes.

"If you don't eat, leave quickly, don't affect my business!" The shopkeeper who reacted drove Wei Wencang away with gestures, and motioned to the cashier guy to turn on the video.

Wei Wencang suddenly quieted down.

He didn't go crazy, but silently picked up Zhu Zihan and walked out of this fried rice shop.

"I hurt you. He whispered.

The outside world was still pouring rain, and the north wind cut off the corpses of the leaves, and fell heavily to the earth without thinking of the clouds.