Zhao Menglei really felt that something was wrong now, because suddenly, there was no sound around her except for the little girl talking, as if in the deepest night, even if a needle fell on the ground, she could hear it clearly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sister, you must be very rich, don't you, buy one!" In this strange scene, the little girl's voice was a little distorted, and her voice was mixed with the harsh sound of fingernails scratching the glass.

Zhao Menglei was really scared, whether it was a prank or not, this situation was really scary.

Instinctively, the first thing she thought of in her heart was the "big hero" Zhang Wei, and she wanted to escape to her hero.

"But...... Is this a ghost? What if I run away to Zhang Wei, and the female ghost also follows me and hurts Zhang Wei?"

That's right, she knows that Zhang Wei is a city "hero", and he must have different skills, maybe he relies on equipment to punish and eliminate evil like Batman, or maybe he is a master of Bajiquan as Sister Zhang said, but she doesn't know that Zhang Wei has any superpowers, even if he has, what can he do to ghosts?

She doesn't want to involve Zhang Wei, she is not a drag oil bottle.

She couldn't escape to Zhang Wei's side, but she couldn't stand stupidly here, so she planned to run along the street, as far as she could.

"Moving...... Can't move?!" Zhao Menglei was shocked to find that she turned around and twisted half of her waist, and she couldn't move at all, no, it wasn't that she couldn't move at all, but her whole body trembled slightly because of fear - trembling is also moving, isn't it?

"Why don't you buy my flowers, aren't my flowers beautiful?" The little girl's voice came from beside her, because her body had already turned halfway, so Zhao Menglei could only squint her eyes and look at the little girl with her peripheral vision, oh no, it's a little female ghost.

Even if it's just the afterglow, even if it's not looking at it squarely, Zhao Menglei is even more frightened by the current appearance of the little female ghost:

The two pigtails that were originally tied seemed to have been violently pulled off, revealing bloody scalp flesh, one eye was blind and bleeding, the nose was blue and the face was swollen, and one tooth was sticking to the bloodshot chin and hanging on the chin.

Look at the dress again, from pure red to a pale yellow skirt, but the skirt is full of bloodstains, and the right arm carrying the flower basket is cruelly folded into sharp angles.

In addition to this, the exposed arms and calves were covered with bruises and scars everywhere, which was simply miserable.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the basket of blood-colored paper roses.

"Why do you beat me? Why do you beat me every day? It's not my fault that I can't sell my flowers! I can't get food, it's not my fault! I want to find my parents...... Woo woo mom and dad!"

The little girl actually cried bitterly, and stretched out her ghost claws towards Zhao Menglei: "Woo woo, can you lend me your body?" Young lady, you are so beautiful, I should be as beautiful as you when I grow up! Woo woo...... Hee-hee-hee-hee...... Hahaha!"

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"Ahhhh

"Don't come here, don't come here!" Zhao Menglei screamed, her eyes closed, and her hands fluttered like mosquitoes repellent.

"Huh, I can move again?" Zhao Menglei suddenly realized something and opened her eyes.

She saw a back, a broad and strong back, like a mountain, blocking in front of her, and a deep sense of security that had been rescued from the abyss instantly spread throughout her body, making her almost burst into tears.

It was him again, and her hero came to her before she was dying.

When I was a child, I read fairy tales, and the princess was always saved by the prince at the most dangerous moment, and when I grew up, I knew that fairy tales were all lies, and the reality was so cruel that I mocked the innocence of fairy tales every minute, and then she suffered from depression.

But isn't this majestic man in front of him a living "fairy tale"?

How should the "princess" repay the "prince"?

She's already willing.

She doesn't know if her feelings for this hero are called "love", because she has never been in love and doesn't know what love is.

All she knew was that there was too much gratitude, admiration, and intense feelings that she didn't know how to express.

If the most passionate emotion in the world is called "love", then it is love.

If the deepest emotion in the world is called "family affection", then this is family affection.

If the most pious emotion in the world is called "faith", then it is faith.

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"Imp. Zhang Wei squatted down, put the plastic bag containing the cold drink on the ground, gently put his right hand on the top of the little female ghost's head, and asked, "Who gave you this basket of paper roses?"

The little female ghost's whole body trembled violently, like a sifting chaff, she couldn't control the strong human in front of her at all, although it didn't look special, but vaguely, she just felt a great fear, so that she, the undead, had a great horror of "will die a trillion more times".

The current world newspaper may mean this - just now Zhao Menglei was completely unable to move, and now the little female ghost is completely unable to move.

The wide palm on the top of her head made her feel that it was not a hand that covered her head, but a collapsed sky!

"Rest assured, you have attempted evil, and [hell] is not interested in you yet. Zhang Wei whispered in the ear of the little female ghost, "Now tell me, who gave your paper roses?"

"No...... I don't know, I ...... I don't know the man, I just died...... I couldn't get too far from the corpse...... It was the man who freed me and gave me back paper roses...... He said...... Just sell the roses and I'll be able to ...... Resurrected......" the little female ghost said a lot in a trembling voice.

Zhang Wei looked at the roses in the flower basket, just like humans and ghosts, and there was also a "description handwriting" suspended in the sky above the roses:

"Fierce spirit blood flower, each flower is folded by 9 fierce spirits, which can make ordinary people within 9 feet of the spirit object, and help the ghost holding the flower to take away, this flower only blooms for 9 days, so after taking the house, you need to get out of the body within 9 days, if you don't come out, the ghost of the sacrifice will definitely collapse. ”

Ordinary humans can never see ghosts, so Zhao Menglei can see this little female ghost and talk to her precisely because of this basket of "fierce spirit blood flowers".

Zhang Wei had a lot to ask this little girl, because he had a hunch that this time there was another big "toy" sent to the door, and it was a pity not to play.

But Zhao Menglei is still behind her, and some things are not suitable to do in front of her.

"Zizi!"

The swastika on Zhang Wei's chest spread out black lines, and the "magic pattern" grew all the way through his armpit to the tip of the index finger of his left hand, and a drop of pitch-black "oil"-like liquid dripped into the flower basket.

The little girl trembled even more, and she felt that the right half of her soul body was burning as if it was being burned, just because the right soul body was very close to Zhang Wei's left arm.

"Boom!"

It's like lighting a fire to gasoline, and a basket of "Fierce Spirit Blood Flowers" is instantly engulfed by the pitch-black flames.

In Zhao Menglei's opinion, she only felt that as soon as she saw a flower in front of her, the little girl disappeared directly and was invisible.

The "Evil Spirit Blood Flower" was burned, and she couldn't see the ghosts.

"Follow me, if you go beyond the range of 3 meters, you will go to hell, and you will never recover!" Zhang Wei said softly in the ear of the little female ghost, then stood up with a cold drink bag and took out a can of iced black tea to Zhao Menglei.

"You're thirsty, aren't you?" said Zhang Wei.

"Hmm!" Zhao Menglei took the drink, opened it and took two sips, without asking any questions, and continued to shop with Zhang Wei very calmly.

Even if she was really frightened, even if she was really curious, but she was not a verbose woman, Zhang Wei was willing to talk to her, so she would naturally say.

Everyone has their own privacy and secrets, and so does her hero.