The woman's ericket figure froze, and her neck began to shake strangely, making a strange clicking sound of broken bones.

……

"You don't have to turn your head, your head will get dirty when it falls to the ground."

Qin Luo's tone was sincere, and the old woman really didn't move again.

"Ask you something, where have all the ghosts come with me gone?" She walked up to the old man, picked up the stool and sat down calmly, and there was a tendency for us to have a good chat.

"Not enough......," said the old woman, bowing her head, burying her face in the shadows, and in her hands the slender black hair had been braided. Not ...... enough."

Judging by this, it should have been aimed at her hair.

Qin Luo subconsciously spoke: "I have a friend whose hair is soft and shiny, you can go to him, it's enough for you to use it for a long time." ”

Hey? You're pushing this old lady to her death, no, she's not alive in the first place.

The other party slowly raised his head, the folds on his face hung exaggeratedly, his lips were black and purple, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the whites of his eyes were so prominent that they seemed to be rolling off at any time, and the blood and tears of the seven holes were gushing endlessly.

As soon as she moved, Qin Luo heard a popping sound coming from her.

It's a disgusting smell of rotting corpses mixed with blood.

Hot and moist intestines flowed out of her trouser legs, squirming gently, Qin Luo could even see the mucus and dense bloodshot on it.

"This is what happened to you the moment you were poisoned? It looks like a pesticide is more likely. ”

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the chicken, you can guess that!?

The strange fragrance wafted in, arousing people's groggy sleepiness, Qin Luo got up from the stool and yawned, "I won't talk to you, I'll just go around by myself, and don't bother me with other things." ”

Otherwise she'd be unkind.

Affected by the aroma, there are naturally Jiang Zizhan, who is half-human and half-ghost, and Ling Xiaoxiao, who has a mortal physique.

"No...... I have to squint for a while......" Jiang Zizhan walked around, and nothing strange happened except for being separated from Qin Luo, so he relaxed his vigilance and began to look for a bed.

He took out a brand-new red quilt from the dusty kang cabinet, wrapped Ling Xiaoxiao tightly in clothes, and then half lay on the board bed and fell asleep peacefully.

Jiang Zizhan, who was asleep, was in a trance and became a little stuffy, "Hmm...... It's so hot......"

His breath became heavy, and something pressed heavily against his chest and he couldn't breathe.

"Give me back the quilt, it's my bed...... Give me back ......" The female ghost in red grabbed him by the neck with a hideous face and pulled him out of his sleep viciously.

His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, Jiang Zizhan struggled to open a slit, there was nothing in the room, he used his mobile phone to get up, lit a cigarette to cheer up.

It's good that it's just a dream.

Looking sideways at Ling Xiaoxiao, the little girl was not sleeping peacefully, her ears were buzzing, and the sound of women and men talking kept ringing, mixed with the crying of children.

The little body rolled over and over a few times, and suddenly bounced up.

Frightened, Jiang Zizhan almost didn't even hold the cigarette steadily, digging a groove, wouldn't it be possessed?

Ling Xiaoxiao's cute brows furrowed together, she broke off the clothes wrapped around her body and ran to the window, pushed open the crumbling window with all her might, and let go of her voice: "It's noisy——! Shut up! ”

The penetration of the crisp children's voice was quite amazing, and it actually broke through the miasma and illusion, and the white mist dissipated a lot for a while.

Jiang Zizhan worshipped.

With his ears cleared, Ling Xiaoxiao ran to the side of the bed again, wrapped up in clothes, opened his eyes for a moment when he was about to close, and said to Jiang Zizhan: "Brother, there is a long-haired woman in red clothes sitting on your quilt. ”

Then he turned his back to him in disgust and calmly went back to sleep. !!

Jiang Zizhan Huoran jumped up, kicked the futon with unprecedented force, and threw out the shiny leather shoes.

"I'll fuck you uncle." He scolded and jumped over on one foot, picked up his shoes and put them on his feet angrily, angry and angry.

It's really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs, as a ghost king, he was frightened by a female ghost who only didn't enter the stream.

Ling Xiaoxiao let the movement be so disturbed that she couldn't sleep anymore, rubbed her eyes and sat up, her eyes moved speechlessly from the grimace with a shoe print not far away.

The female ghost looked straight over, her lifeless pupils fixed on the charm of the Buddha's light lingering on her neck, and she grinned and protested at the little girl.

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't react.

……

It's not fun, change people and try again.

It retracted its gaze gloomily, crawled to the side of the kang, and then slipped in and faded into its figure.

Without spiritual power, he can't even see ghosts, and he's not as good as a little girl.

"Brother, where did Sister Luo and her ghost go?"

Jiang Zizhan's anger did not dissipate, hearing her ask, he just wanted to answer, Qin Luo pushed the door in.

"Tsk, it's really here." She glanced at the two of them who were jumping around, and let go of her heart to check on Ling Xiaoxiao's condition.

"Sister Luo, I'm fine, but it's my brother, he screamed in fright."

"Who was scared! What do children know, I'm suppressing them with the spirit of a king! Jiang Zizhan had a stiff mouth and barbed his neck to argue loudly.

Ling Xiaoxiao blinked, and looked at him innocently with black eyes: "Brother, what is the Qi of Wang Ba?" ”

Qin Luo sneered and took over, "The temperament of a shrunken-headed turtle raised in the water." ”

Jiang Zizhan: #*%...... $The boat of friendship is capsized!

Now only Jiang Zichun and Xiao Hei are left without convergence.

- The camera turns to Jiang Zichun's side.

It is said that he and the black cat were walking, and he was suddenly pulled back by a hand by his hair.

Outcome......

Xiao Hei jumped on the beam and covered his eyes, unable to bear to look at it again.

First, you shouldn't touch his hair.

Second, purebred thousand-year-old ghosts can see through the hiding place of this group of scum.

Third, the Ghost King has experienced several incidents of being dragged recently, Qin Luo can't do anything to her, but, you are a Piao with no background from an unknown source, you dare to do this!

That unsung hero, you really call yourself dead......

Jiang Zichun exerted force under his feet, and the ghost hand could no longer pull him a bit.

He slowly pulled back his green silk, his red lips hooked the arc of Mo Sen's coldness, and his smile was gorgeous.

"Good."

The murderous intent contained in the hoarse and charming voice made the cats on the side shiver.

The miserable white hand retreated under the pervasiveness of his terrified aura, but how could Jiang Zichun let it go.

"Want to go? What's the hurry......"

The low laughter rang out and shuddered.

——On how Transformers are trained——

"Don't fight, don't fight......"

The sad ghost who was beaten and didn't even have a place to fight back, tremblingly raised his hands and begged for mercy again and again.

"Which hand touched the king? Stretch it out so that I can take a look. ”

Jiang Zichun lifted a rusty firewood knife and asked softly and gently.