Everyone felt at this moment why their hearts were beating so strongly.

The sound of the heartbeat can also be so loud.

"Bang Bang ......"

"Bang bang. ”

"Bang!"

Their heartbeats reached a strange harmony with the footsteps of the vermilion ghost face at this moment.

"Click......

"Dada. ”

"Click!"

Zhao Fusheng's eyes were staring at Zhu Hong's angry ghostly face, he tried his best to slow down his breathing, calm, calm in order to make the most rational reaction.

One step, two steps.

One step, two steps.

Vermilion's angry ghost face was slowly approaching, and Zhao Fusheng slowly put his hand on the seat belt on his abdomen.

There was a slight "click...... sound of the seat belt buckle being opened.

It was too harsh, the sound was too harsh in such a quiet environment.

Zhao Fusheng clenched his fists and shot!

"Die!"

Instead of becoming a woman in shame, it is better to die vigorously.

In that way, you may still be able to leave a good name and a whole corpse.

Zhao Fusheng knew that the opponent in front of him was something he had never encountered before, and the martial artist's intuition told him that running away was the best choice.

But he had no way back.

The inner strength of the whole body gathered both fists and hit them out in an instant.

The desperate situation made Zhao Fusheng burst out with an unimaginable punch at this moment.

It's perfect.

In the face of this punch, the angry-eyed ghost-faced man neither dodged nor resisted, and took the punch hard.

Zhao Fusheng thought that the punch was flawless, and hit the angry-eyed ghost-faced man, and he didn't even make a sound.

It is like a mud cow entering the sea, and thousands of forces pour into the air.

"This ...... How is it possible!" Zhao Fusheng couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

"Is it actually a martial artist who has cultivated internal strength?" The angry-eyed ghost-faced man squinted, and his voice was still cold: "I can actually practice internal strength, it seems that he is a talent that can be created." ”

Just by looking at him, Zhao Fusheng felt like falling into an ice cellar, and a chill arose all over his body.

The gap is too big, and the difference is worlds apart.

It's like a peerless master of martial arts, looking at a two-year-old doll...... No, it's more intense than that.

Zhao Fusheng felt like a mouse that couldn't swim and fell into the middle of the ocean.

Helpless, helpless, powerless, unable to resist.

"The harvest is good, let's go......" The angry-eyed ghost-faced man turned around, his hands raised.

The plane picks up speed and produces a sonic boom, which is not the effect of the engine.

Its motivation comes from the angry-eyed ghost-faced man.

He used the entire airliner as a flying sword, a giant flying sword.

……

Thick clouds cover the moon, and the stars are sparse.

Zhao Xiaoxue shrunk her shoulders and walked on the sidewalk on the side of the street.

The street lights were dim, it was very late at this point, there were no other pedestrians on the road, and the occasional car sped by.

"I really shouldn't have run this far. Zhao Xiaoxue complained about her immature behavior, looked up and looked, she should be about to go to school.

Zhao Xiaoxue's pace sped up a little.

"It's so cold......" Zhao Xiaoxue couldn't help but shudder, obviously it was still summer, why was there such a cold wind behind him?

Turning her head suddenly, Zhao Xiaoxue breathed a sigh of relief: "What, nothing......" She deliberately said in her voice, so that she could be more bold.

When Zhao Xiaoxue turned her head back, she found a figure standing under a street lamp.

All the street lights are warm and warm, only this one is off.

"Ah...... There is a broken street lamp, and you should call the people at the street light management office. Zhao Xiaoxue felt her palms sweaty and took her phone out of her trouser pocket.

When she walked under the bad street lamp, Zhao Xiaoxue looked straight, tried not to pay attention to her surroundings, and ran forward with all her strength.

But his legs were like lead, and he couldn't move his feet.

"Little sister...... Do you think I'm pretty?" a strange voice sounded from behind Zhao Xiaoxue.

Cold sweat broke out, and Zhao Xiaoxue felt that her head was turning uncontrollably.

It was a woman, cloaked and disheveled, standing under a streetlamp with no light, her eyes turned up like dead fish's eyes, and a red mask dyed with an unknown pattern.

"What...... What?" Zhao Xiaoxue felt dry in her mouth and throat, and her nose smelled a strong fishy smell.

What is this? Is it a 'rip girl'?

Zhao Xiaoxue had heard of this strange story, and in the middle of the night, she would meet a woman wearing a red coat and a mask. When someone spots her, she will take off her mask, revealing a bloody mouth that is unusual for ordinary people, and ask the other person, "Am I beautiful?"

If the answer is not pretty, the Rip Girl will ruin the other person's appearance. If she answers beautifully, the Rip Girl will turn the other person into a tear-like mouth like her.

"Don't make jokes...... It's not fun at all. Zhao Xiaoxue stepped back, this is a prank, yes! It must be a prank.

"Ho ho ...... Ho ho ...... "The woman took off her mask, and saw a bright red lump fall.

It's the jaw, it's the man's jaw!

"Ah......h

Panic, despair, resentment (duì), and fear are all the favorite things of ghost cultivators, and the negative energy generated by these emotions will be transformed into the basis of their cultivation.

Absorb negative emotions, and then transform them into the power of Yuan Yin, so as to practice.

Zhao Xiaoxue's mood is very good, the negative emotions are very strong, and she will not die until her panic and despair reach the maximum.

"No!" Zhao Xiaoxue used all her strength to run forward. But that woman was like an appendage, and she couldn't shake it off.

What's the solution?

There must be some way.

Zhao Xiaoxue has something in his hand, throw it over? No! This is a mobile phone, maybe you can use it to ask for help.

In the midst of running as hard as you can, unlock your phone, open it, open your contacts, and dial it directly.

Whoever you can save yourself can do.

"Bang!"

The woman behind her didn't give Zhao Xiaoxue a chance, and the moment she opened the address book, she was thrown to the ground.

The phone fell far away, and it was just one step away, and I just had to press the green button......

Zhao Xiaoxue looked up in despair and found the mobile phone at the foot of a black cloth shoe: "Help...... Help me......"

The greatest negative emotion is to give hope and then inflict despair from which there is no escape.

The man was lame, with only one leg, thin, shriveled, like a rotten skeleton, with sunken eye sockets that could barely be seen.

The cripple picked up the phone with his withered hand and let out a hey laugh.

"Very good, your mood is very good. The cripple picked up his phone, which was stained with blood, but it didn't affect him from seeing the names on the screen.

"Stop!" the lame man gave the order to the female corpse, who immediately stopped all movements.

"Xia!Yang!" The lame's deeply sunken eye sockets seemed to burst into bright red flames, and then the flames moved from the mobile phone to Zhao Xiaoxue, who was paralyzed on the ground.