Fang Fatzi naturally couldn't see such a bleak situation without opening his eyes, so he grabbed his cheap daughter-in-law's hand, and said to me and Yu Xiangrou, who didn't dare to act rashly: "What are you two doing?" Why don't you go? ”

"Let's go, let's go."

I shook my sister's hand and was the first to walk down the steps.

Yu Xiangrou Shred's hands were still in his pockets, and after Fang Fat Man went down the steps, he followed closely behind, so as to ensure Fang Fatman's safety.

There is a saying that is very good, a hundred ghosts walk at night in the heavy rain, and people hide in it, and they are happier than ghosts.

I don't think this sentence is quite right, in fact, most of the time, ghosts will infinitely magnify the character defects or psychological shadows that existed before incarnation, so that a single negative emotion grows into a major "personality".

Therefore, after some ghosts become powerful ghosts, if they are brutal in life, then they will become even more brutal. If you are depressed before you die, then you will become more depressed.

But then again, this ghost lives in the underworld, and of course the underworld has a way to deal with the shortcomings of the ghosts, and it is absolutely impossible for a mad dog who has lost his mind if he can implement the policy of visiting relatives and put him back into the yang world. Otherwise, the underworld is making trouble for itself, making a mess, and having to wipe his butt himself.

"Why am I a little cold......"

Fang Fatzi zipped up his originally open coat, trembled and let the wind blow his wool rolls, and took a cigarette in his mouth, wanting to smoke to keep warm, but he didn't find that his daughter-in-law was abnormal.

"Chubby ......"

Yin Ruhua is not strong at this moment, but more like a timid girl next door who is afraid of the dark, holding Fang Fat's arm, hiding her head in the gap between her arms, slightly jerky and timid seeking protection.

"Yes, yes."

Fang Fatzi's head was soft and yin like a flower, as if he thought of something, stopped, bowed his head and said to Yin Ruhua: "Is Huahua scared?" Fat carry you, we'll be home in a while, good!"

"That chubby carries me!"

Yin like a flower raised her head, blinking her big pure and flawless eyes.

"Good!"

Fang Fatzi turned around and bent over, letting Yin Ruhua jump to her back, and then walked forward like Zhu Bajie carrying his daughter-in-law's Yin Ruhua.

The KTV is the middle of a street, the street is a crossroads, and the time close to 12 o'clock, and this strange day, there are not many pedestrians and passing vehicles on the street, and there are even debris left on the side of the street after burning paper.

The cold wind blew and danced in the air with paper ashes.

Before 12 o'clock in the evening of July 15th, the ghost must return to the underworld before the ghost gate closes, otherwise it will be dealt with according to the crime of defection, and it will be the end of the soul being scattered. This is the main business of the yin in the yang, every day comes, the yin is the busiest, and if something goes wrong, it is a big deal.

I listened to what my mother was saying in my head with blank eyes, and I couldn't help but start thinking about it in my brain.

Now the ghosts wandering around or hurrying around.

Will there be any of them who don't want to go back? Could there be some ghosts who conspire to defect to the underworld? Will the system mother be naughty and mischievous to give me such an unreliable task as catching ghosts?

"Brother......

Yu Xiangrou, who was walking at the end, didn't know when he walked to my side, Nunu mouthed, and called me softly.

"What's wrong?"

I woke up in a daze, and when I looked back, I saw that Fang Fatzi had fallen behind with great difficulty, and there were seven or eight ghosts around his body, but there was no next move, as if he was waiting for an opportunity to do some bad things.

"Why is the wind so strong?"

Fang Fatzi, who didn't know it, still raised his feet to move forward, his eyes were covered by a ghost, his legs were hugged by two ghosts, and there were several sneaky ghosts in front of his body who were waving their arms, creating a gust of yin wind that disturbed people's hearts, forcing Fang Fatman's speed to gradually slow down.

"Daughter-in-law, if you can't come down, I can't carry you anymore."

Fang Fatzi walked another two steps, panting a little to collapse, and his forehead was covered with hot sweat on a cold day. The undulating chest made him feel like his lungs were going to explode, and he was apologetic and put down Yin like a flower.

However, as soon as Yin Ruhua's feet hit the ground, he sat on the ground in a panic and fell, his hands were like falling into the ocean, and he kept calling: "Fat! Flowey is afraid! People all around! None of them are good people! They want to hurt you! There's no way to save you! Huahua is useless!"

"Flowey?!"

When Fang Fatzi reacted, his eyes were blurry and he couldn't see the road ahead, and he couldn't find his most precious daughter-in-law, and he was as anxious as a blind man who lost his crutches and tried to find hope for the dawn in the darkness.

"What a TM face race! Shredded meat protects my sister!"

I double-clicked on my temples, summoned the ghost king mask to apply my face, held the watermelon knife in my right hand, rushed forward in a few steps, and slashed sideways at the ghost who covered Fang Fat's eyes.

"Huh!"

This ghost is having fun, there is no defense, and the watermelon knife that has the ability to hurt the ghost chops off two forearms, and the two shocking wounds on the forearm do not shed blood, but they really leave wounds that are difficult to heal.

The moment he fell to the ground, the ghost looked up and just saw me, like a mouse frightened when he saw a cat: "There are ghosts!"

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for scaring the mutant ghost, fear +100!"

After listening to the news from the system mother, I couldn't help but stop my attack in shock.

Mutant ghosts? What the hell? Why is there a mutation?

"Hell!"

"There's a ghost!"

……

"Congratulations to the host for scaring the mutant ghosts, with a total fear value of +1000!"

Thanks, luck!

The Ghost King Mask can scare these ghosts, which is enough to prove that they are not as good as me at the moment, so you can let it go.

"How many floors can a bag of rice carry?!"

I finished the constipation action in an instant, and successfully summoned the ghost king's cloak, and then without hesitation, I activated the flight function, turned into a big demon king who was more like a ghost than the ghost, and confidently controlled the watermelon knife to slaughter this group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"Hell......"

The eleven ghosts who fell to the ground were all like they had terrible nightmares, and none of them could struggle to get up, let alone resist.

"Fatty!"

I first woke up Fang Fatzi, and then helped Yin Ruhua to protect the two of them, and then they slashed at the head of the ghost at the forefront of the front.

"Boom!"

The watermelon knife came into contact with the head of the ghost, and there was a sound of hitting the iron and hitting the hard, which shocked my mouth numb, but I successfully cut off a head, and the head grunted twice and then the body of the ghost turned into nothing in an instant.

"Help! Ghost kills ghost!"

We don't know why the psychological endurance of the mutated ghost is so weak, the ghost in the middle of the ghost crowd actually pointed his finger at me and shouted out a word that didn't make sense at all. The facial expressions and body movements are neatly arranged as if I am a villain, which is very absurd and shameful.

"Who's killing ghosts?!"

Who would have thought that he really shouted something out of his voice, hit the other corner of the street, and a man appeared in a trance.

The man's figure jumped one step at a time, three steps and one float, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of me, protecting the ghosts behind him like a calf.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for scaring the underworld to defect to the C-class Yin Liu Shancong, with a fear value of +1!"

C-class yin?!

I was stunned and looked closely at the man's appearance, he had a straight mouth and nose, a pair of embarrassed big eyes with spiritual light under the thick hero's eyebrows, at least 1.85 meters tall, and wearing a black official robe, an official hat on his head, but the official hat had more wings than I had, quite like the long-winged black gauze hat of the Song Dynasty.

But how could a person with a decent face do such a despicable thing as defection?

"Why do you kill ghosts? Why do you wear such a disgusting mask? What is your heart? Do you want to be the enemy of the underworld? ”

Liu Shancong stood on the moral high ground, aggressively conspired with the tiger, and asked a series of extremely strong questions, not at all like a so-called defector.

"Ding!"

The system prompt sounds.

The system mother quickly read: "Yin Bad Breath to return to the host, please the host properly face the enemy, hold a policy, if you can't fight, run!"

Oops, your uncle!