What the hell is this?

As if dissatisfied with such a stalemate, the ghost slowly raised his head, as if looking at Zhang Luo, and the corpse water flowing out of the black hole's eyes was increasing. The passengers behind him, holding the death notice, stood up stiffly almost at the same time, the army was not as uniform as they were, and then stepped out of their seats and squeezed out of the aisle.

Not to mention how shocking this scene was, those people had their eyes closed, plus the old and weak women and children, but there were at least sixty or seventy people, and several people in the carriage were notified of their deaths.

Zhang Luo was not so frightened when he dealt with the culprit level street lamp ghost alone, it was really weird, this ghost could still control the person who was handed out the leaflet! Could it be that from the moment the leaflet was handed out, it was already dead?

Zhang Luo became scorching instead, if he wanted to kill people in the future, he would directly let this ghost throw a flyer and slap it on the other party's face, scaring the bastards on the other side.

This ghost......

"I want it!" Zhang Luo tried his best to resist the power coming from the ghost's hand, and let out a roar from his throat, "Wuxin! ”

With a call, Wuxin fell out of the compartment where her luggage was placed on the train, and threw it out with a candlestick that had rolled to the side thicker than her waist.

It's worthy of being unintentional, and it's really powerful, and it's already around the ghost.

A candlestick thrust into the ghost's coat. The crowd behind the ghost suddenly lay down in the aisle as if they had lost their support, and the notices in the hands of the passengers also fell to the ground.

The ghost feels the drop in his own strength, and although he sometimes appears stiff when he touches the rules, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to weigh the pros and cons and be flexible.

He actually put down Zhang Luo's notice, turned his head and prepared to pull out the candlestick on his body, just like the culprit that Zhang Luo met a few days ago. This kind of action that completely ignores the structure of the human body is something that only a ghost can play.

But how could Zhang Luohe and Wuxin allow him to continue to commit murder?

Zhang Luo pointed at his head, but it turned out to be useless.

But then he was shocked that the damn dogskin hat actually blocked the physical damage of the ancient book, and this was the first time he had encountered it.

The ancient books that used to deal with ghosts have also lost their effectiveness.

"! I hate flags! He remembered Bai Suli's flag before, and his mood was even more unhappy.

Sure enough, there was a moth, and there was actually equipment that was immune to physical attacks, and this ghost's supernatural item was much more powerful than that poncho.

"No matter, reckless wave!"

Zhang Luo was born from the side of his guts, and he didn't know what to think, so he grabbed the notice on the crook of the ghost arm and ran. That hand speed is extremely fast, no worse than those great magicians who have been single for 30 years.

Seeing that his arms were empty, even the ghosts were stunned for a moment.

This time it can poke the hornet's nest, the ghost is entangled with Wuxin on the candlestick with one hand, and at the same time, the girl stretches out another paw and begins to chase him frantically, no longer the kind of forced style that he just teleported in front of Zhang Luo.

Zhang Luo clearly saw that the black-and-white photos on these notices in his hand were all hideous ghosts, and they were even moving, trying to break free.

There are ghosts on his hands, and he chased one behind his ass. A group of remnants of the defeated army who had just suffered a big loss at the hands of the other side actually dared to break ground on the head of the culprit-level ghost.

It's so daring.

Zhang Luo felt the wind behind him scratching and scratching in his ears, and the pride in his heart arose.

Ghost snatching stuff, it's exciting!

Bai Su's eyes widened and he saw Zhang Luo rushing towards him in front of him, Zhang Luo didn't care about the others, and shouted directly: "Su Su! Come on! ”

Bai Su trusted Zhang Luo very much and followed suit.

However, Bai Su didn't know at all that the ghost was just chasing Zhang Luo, and she just needed to give way and not be targeted. Poor little girl, she has to be tossed again in the middle of the night. Unconsciously, because of the appearance of Zhang Luo, the Destiny of Heaven, life has become unrecognizable.

Having said that, there was a loud roar, and the travelers who had been asleep by the ghost's supernatural abilities struggled to wake up. If they wake up and see a skeleton in a dirty coat chasing two teenagers down the aisle, they don't know how much of a storm it will cause.

Now it is basically certain that the other party is the culprit, and he has been suppressed by the candlestick for a level and can still fight with one hand and Wuxin, which in itself represents the strength of this ghost. And Zhang Luo actually wanted to completely detain this kind of thing, it was so bold, if he was not careful, he, Bai Su and this carload of people would all have to go back to their hometown to get married.

And Wuxin, who had just been greatly injured in strength, although the thin silk thread trapped the ghost's whole body, it could only contain one hand of the flyer ghost. And the corpse water that kept seeping out, almost wetting the heartless palace suit, was corroding and breaking those silk threads one by one.

She won't be able to hold out for long.

And Zhang Luo, who was chased by the ghost, walked all the way with sparks and lightning, and the light bulbs were flashing non-stop. It's also a shame that the train's bulbs are durable, otherwise it would have exploded.

"It's not the way to go on like this!"

He remembered the structure of the dogskin hat, as if he had made up his mind.

The foot suddenly accelerated and jumped, widening the distance between him and the ghost.

The ghost is actually speeding up.

Zhang Luo turned around and picked up the ancient book, and his backhand was to smash the door directly, and the book was directly eaten by the chasing ghost with his face.

Flyer ghosts, heads are knocked off.

That's right, it's not an adjective. How strong do you expect a skull without the protection of a ghost coat to resist hits?

Even the hand with the demon in the way was scattered, and a skull with a dogskin hat rolled far away, and the muddy water was sprinkled all over the ground.

Now, he didn't have a head to go to Canada.

Although there is no Canada in this world.

"This is the time!" Zhang Luo unfolded the ancient book, and the ghost who lost his head was still acting instinctively, but his only intact hand was still under unintentional control.

Zhang Luo tore off a piece of paper and printed it on the ghost hand without the slightest hesitation.

"Dangchang." The ghost disappeared in an instant, along with the coat. It seems that he was judged by the ancient book to have lost his ability to resist, and he was directly imprisoned, and Wuxin and the candlestick fell down.

Zhang Luo picked up the candlestick and the small puppet, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and beckoned Bai Su to hurry back to his seat.

A male traveler had just woken up with what appeared to be a little girl in front of him, but soon his focus changed.

"Fuck, which red guy brought rotten eggs in and broke them......"

The scolding sounded behind him, and Bai Su, who had been running away and was still a little dazed, walked faster, and returned to his seat as if he was fleeing.

Zhang Luo took the bag from her, and put the books, candlesticks, and wet and smelly puppets into the bag, but his heart was happy. He had a stack of death notices in his hand.

"I'm sorry, sir, we'll clean up ......," the voice of the lady in the service came apologetically, as if she had just arrived. Some of the guests here who had been given death notices woke up. Although there is a smell here, it is not worth mentioning compared to the strange death notices around me.

The carriage was also noisy.

"Fuck, who the fuck sent me this, dead in seven days? Bad luck! ”

"I also have it, who is so lacking in morality, what's the situation? Threatened? What's going on with this train? ”

"Why am I lying on the ground?"

"My heart ......"

"Oh, come on, do you know how to give first aid!"

……

"Brother Luo?" Looking at the uniformed big sister who ran over in a hurry, Bai Su wanted to say something.

"Don't talk, we still have things to do, this kind of thing will be handled by professional people, anyway, we have already got rid of the ghost."

There was a commotion over there, Zhang Luo subconsciously stuffed the notice into his bag, and said while pretending to be indifferent.

He was a little weak-hearted. For fear of being regarded as a flyer, he was arrested and beaten.

Moreover, he can't save people, and killing people is almost the same. You still have to be a professional to wipe your butt.

But his heart turned upside down, what's the situation, hasn't the ghost been imprisoned? Why are there still flyers? In addition, would it be useful if I distributed my own flyers?

It was a strange thing, but I believe the people at the railway bureau will take care of it.

Instead, he pretended to read the book and actually checked the newly acquired pages, which made him a little concerned.

Forbidden Record of the Culprit - Giving (Mutilated)

(Explanation for a fool): Forbidden is a list of incarcerations, and imprisonment is not for punishment, but to make up for losses.

He is a taboo at night, wandering between life and death, not to touch, not to approach, not to speak. He is the merciless god of death, announcing the end and destiny of the living. For those who are targeted by him, death is unstoppable, unchangeable, and irrevocable.

Aside from this slightly secondary two introduction, there is also that malicious hint.

This is such an awesome mess.

It sounded like a total weapon of cause and effect, and from the moment the flyer was handed out, those people were doomed to death. In other words, Zhang Luo glanced at the travelers over there. The hapless ones are dead, and they know how to die.

It can only be said that they are unlucky, this strange world, it is not easy to live.

At the same time, the danger of this ghost can also be seen.

Even if Zhang Luo doesn't control him, he throws this ghost to the other party when he needs to, and they are busy.

But it's broken...... Zhang Luo was silent, recalling the skull wearing a dogskin hat and a hand that he had beaten away.

That is, a part of this ghost ran away.

It's just a head anyway, so it should be fine, right? Thinking about it, Zhang Luo was relieved, but he was just a head. Could it be that it will grow back?

Yes, another flag was erected.

On the trunk of the train, a skeletal spider with its head pressed on its hand crawled by, and muddy water was oozing from the eye sockets of the black hole, and it disappeared in a flash.

A few hours later, the train arrived at the station, and it was already dark.

When Zhang Luo walked off the train with Bai Su, a bunch of soldiers with guns surrounded him, and he was so frightened that his liver fluttered.

By the way, he also met old acquaintances.