Let's be honest.

Lao Zhou's age is definitely not an old critic.

Moreover, he planted the soul of his daughter-in-law on his arm, causing him to suffer together with his daughter-in-law, which is enough to show that he is an infatuated and very extreme person. is so extreme that he can't bear to watch his lover die for many years, so extreme that he can't forgive his sins, and this kind of extremism will not disappear until he dies.

The female paper man didn't expect Lao Zhou to play this play, and the ghost hiding in the paper figure naturally saw at a glance that Lao Zhou and Fang Fatzi were living people, so they thought that Lao Zhou and Fang Fatzi had accidentally gone astray and were squinted at this "entertainment place" that only ghosts can find. ”

O living man!

The living are better than these dead ghosts!?

The middle-aged man in front of him was thin and as if he was about to die.

The handsome young man behind him, his temperament is very dusty, he must be a practitioner, otherwise the yang energy will not be as dazzling as the sun.

If you can take a sip...... Isn't it refreshing!?

The female paper man put down half of the bra, exposed the snow-white skin and the furrow between the two peaks in front of Lao Zhou's eyes, shook the appropriateness twice, trembling with the aftermath, and led people to reverie: "Official~ Look at how I dance!" Official~ I don't know if you can dance with me?! ”

"Oh! It's exciting! ”

Lao Zhou laughed until his nose was dry, wiped his nose like an old hooligan for many years, licked his lips, and pinched the melancholy organ under his crotch: "Should you say it or not, you dance really fucking well!" Let me think about it! In the future, there was a second Wu who had a cerebral thrombosis in the east of our hometown village, and he danced and exercised the same thing, pouting and pouting! ”

"Official, what do you mean by this?"

The prediction is that the death of the ghost hiding in the paper figure is not too late, and he can understand the stalk of Wu Lao Er, so he is not very happy to put up the shelf: "You bad old man is so unreasonable!" Ask these distinguished guests in the audience! Who doesn't think I look good dancing? The one who doesn't want to fall under my pomegranate skirt? ”

"JB eggs!"

Lao Zhou was angry about the anger of going up the tree and scratching the wall after drinking, and banging his head against the telephone pole, and he was not happy at the time: "Really, the paper people I bought two catties of old burned paper are more beautiful than you!" What are they? They're ghosts! People can hold back for seven or eight years! You don't even know how many years these ghosts have been dead! Perverts and perverts! Can you still be a ghost if you don't have a color? Can it be a competent ghost? ”

"Aren't you a ghost!?"

The female paper man always looked at Fang Fatzi, deliberately pointed out the true identities of the two, hung high, and gloated to see the excitement.

But!

Who is Lao Zhou?

That's a ruthless person who can swallow vomit back into his stomach after drinking too much!

Can he be afraid?!

Could he be afraid?!

Lao Zhou was quite steady, stretched out his hand to pat the stage, glared at him, and then said: "Don't believe rumors!" Don't spread rumors! Be a legal ghost in the 21st century! ”

"Is this man mentally ill!?"

"Yes, yes...... Shouldn't ordinary people be afraid when they see us? ”

"I think he's a little scared...... He's not going to come and bite me out of the blue! What if I have rabies?! It won't infect me! ”

"Contagious fart! You're a ghost! ”

"Sensei said something else...... He hacked our kind to death with just a few stabs...... It can't be the same as the one who jumped out of the window and ran away before! ”

"Chances are, both he and Yin Cha are like psychopaths."

Seeing the excitement, the ghosts did not suddenly burst out to kill Lao Zhou as they imagined, but discussed Lao Zhou's true identity one after another.

A ghost who can come here.

That's more or less a bit of status or something.

Easily kills and hurts people, Tete is cold, and Tete has no face.

I'm embarrassed to say hello to my neighbors when I go out in the future.

When Lao Zhou heard the words of the yin who jumped out of the window and escaped, he was shocked all of a sudden, and he no longer pretended to be crazy and stupid, and forced the nearest ghost to ask him: "Which yin cha jumped out of the window and escaped!?" In which direction did he run away!? ”

"I don't know...... It was a jump from the second-floor window. The things that were watching the scene just now are all out. But I don't know why it's gone, the field is still open, and we've been playing here. ”

The ghost told the truth, and he didn't dare to confront the murderous old Zhou.

"Bang dang!"

The old man turned around and slapped the knife on the stage, pointed at the female paper figure with one hand, and scolded: "C You blood grandma's!" Come! Look at the scene?! Isn't it awesome?! Isn't it amazing?! Didn't you force my godson to jump out of the window?! Today I'm going to find a place for my godson! ”

"Whew......"

Hurried footsteps ran from the second floor stairs to the first floor.

Eighteen strong men and paper men who were proficient in all kinds of weapons formed an echelon to surround Lao Zhou, and the most majestic paper man held Fang Tian's halberd, and shouted at Lao Zhou: "Where did you come from!" I'll tell you tonight! That yin cha died early! If you know each other, hurry up! Otherwise......"

"Otherwise, your grandma is a horse manure spoon!"

Lao Zhou picked up the short knife and slashed people on the street in the old boy movie, there is no routine move at all, it is more like an ordinary person who is forced to swing a knife. Even so, the strong man who hit him by surprise was caught off guard and broke an arm. Even so, the frightened ghosts scattered and fled, and they didn't want to miss the excitement, so they formed a hollow circle, but it was not a big deal to watch the excitement. There were even two ghosts who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and they applauded Lao Zhou again and again, like watching the scene of people practicing juggling on the street.

But as strong as Lao Zhou, how can he be so incompetent.

After a few slashes, Lao Zhou stood in place, the blade pointed directly at a group of strong paper men, and explained the mystery in one sentence: "It seems that my godson is not dead, you are too stretched, there is no formation to support you, you must not be a dog!"

"Chop him!"

How could a strong man bear such humiliation.

The leader of the strong man paper man gave an order, and the rest of the strong man paper man behind him held the weapon in his hand and rushed to kill and encircle Lao Zhou like thousands of troops.

"Little Fangzi! Show off your unique skills! ”

Lao Zhou saw that there was no way to retreat, so he immediately kicked the strong man paper man who rushed to the front, and then took out a piece of red rune paper that he had kicked in his trouser pocket earlier. The palm holding the rune paper slashed across the blade, and the blood opened the light for the short knife.

Then the commander Fang Fat Man made up for the emptiness of the defense.

Fang Fatzi was full of sword energy in his heart, and he held up a bronze sword and slashed at the strong man paper man who was about to pounce on Lao Zhou. The pure white sword qi cut the strong man's paper figure in half, separated the left and right sides, and fell to the ground.

Maybe it's Fang Fatzi who is eager to save me.

This sword qi did not make him weak, but made him more clear about the path he wanted to take, so he covered the surface of the bronze sword with the sword qi. From an auxiliary mage in charge of long-range attacks, he has become a flesh-clad melee warrior, standing in front of Lao Zhou with small steps, slashing or chopping or cutting with one sword after another.

The Bronze Sword belongs to the companion weapon of the System Mother.

The quality is naturally extremely high, far from being comparable to ordinary people.

The weapons of a group of strong paper men collided with the bronze swords and shattered to the ground.

In just three minutes, the ground was littered with the remains of weapons and fragments of the limbs of the brawny paper man. Fang Fatzi didn't open his eyes until the end, and he looked like a blind chicken chopping around, but he didn't suffer any injuries.

A group of strong paper men must be impossible to solve easily.

Looking further down, a group of strong men and paper figures abandoned the weapons in their hands, gathered two teams of eighteen paper figures, divided into two fronts on the left and right, and lined up in echelons of five four and three to stand in a ladder shape. The rest of the paper figures are in the Hung Fist starting style, some are in the Wing Chun starting style, and even more excessively, there are five consecutive whips thrown out of lightning and messing around. There are different moves and a lot of tricks.

If you have to find adjectives to describe it.

The formation of the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple is suitable!

Lao Zhou was stunned, he really had never seen such a battle.

Fang Fat Man was dumbfounded, the arms and legs that had been broken just now grew back into them, as if they could never be killed.

"! And this unique skill?! ”

"The boss behind this Spring Garden is really unfathomable!"

"That's not to be done! The eighteen bronze men of Shaolin Temple have all done it!"

"This Nima is obviously eighteen paper people! Look at the monkey boxer! It's like drinking fake wine! ”

"There is still Xingyi Fist that has not been born for a long time!"

"Ouch, I'll go! That's awesome, isn't it? I don't know if Mr. Ma Baoguo can break the formation here! I'm choking on these two living people!"

"I was careless! I didn't foil! ”

"Young man, what's the matter with your kidneys! Let's stop watching the excitement! ”

"It's open, it's open! If the living get out alive, one loses three! ”

"I'll crush people to win!"

"I win the paper press!"

……

Seeing the tension in the situation, the ghosts who are about to fart open the gambling market at will.

But who will win?