Chapter 291: A Slap Like a Wind

Wang Fan looked really thirsty, and a bottle of mineral water was directly solved by Wang Fan.

Mr. Liu pulled out the empty bottle from Wang Fan's mouth and said, "According to Fairy Ying's Taoism, there should be few people who are her opponents."

"That's, you don't look at whose female ticket it is!" Daoist Zifeng said shamelessly.

Mr. Liu is also accustomed to the image of an elder like Zifeng Daoist and the posture of swaying a wave of dog food from time to time.

And Wang Fan, who had just finished drinking the water, moved his lips, and was about to open all the mouths, and when he bombarded Mr. Liu again, a strange feeling suddenly emanated from the ward.

"Huh!?" When Mr. Liu turned his head, he noticed that a liquid resembling blood had flowed through the gap in the door of the ward.

Although the color of the liquid is similar to blood, it does not emit the characteristic smell of blood.

Mr. Liu took a few steps back to prevent the red liquid from touching him.

I saw that the red liquid slowly flowed to the side of a wild ghost, and after touching the ghost body, several bright red hands rushed out of the liquid and grabbed the wild ghost, tearing it to pieces.

The wild ghost screamed because of being beaten by Mr. Liu, and the hands that had no ability to resist at all were torn to pieces, turning into wisps of ghost qi and being absorbed by this pool of red liquid.

Mr. Liu frowned, took off a cinnabar-stained Five Emperor Coin from his hand and threw it towards the pool of liquid.

But after the five emperor coins came into contact with this pool of liquid, it was like touching clear water, and there was no reaction, and after making a clear sound, they were swallowed by this pool of liquid.

"Rub!" Mr. Liu scolded secretly, "What the hell is this?"

After such a delay, this pool of liquid had already torn and absorbed five or six lonely souls and wild ghosts alive, and I saw that the liquid flowed faster, and the original bright red color was also mixed with a hint of black in it.

With a "brush", the liquid burst out of five arms, three of which grabbed a lonely soul nearby, and the other two grabbed Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu easily dodged the two bloody hands on one side of his body.

The blow missed, and the bloody hand didn't continue to pursue, and with a sharp retreat, he reintegrated himself into the liquid.

After that, the puddle of liquid did not stretch out its palm to attack Mr. Liu, but single-mindedly tore up the lonely ghost.

Taking advantage of this, Mr. Liu stared at the liquid to prevent it from suddenly bursting, and asked, "Who of you knows what this beach is?"

“………”

"Speak!!" Seeing that no sound came for a long time, Mr. Liu shouted in an aggravated voice.

“………”

Still no sound came.

"Huh!?" Mr. Liu turned his head, only to see Daoist Zifeng and Wang Fan with their mouths wide open, their eyes staring at the ceiling, and their eyes were full of confusion.

"! What's wrong with you guys? ”

"King Bald, wake up!" Mr. Liu pushed Wang Fan's head and said.

No matter how Mr. Liu pushed, Wang Fan opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide, and his eyes stared at the ceiling blankly.

"Soul Rush!?"

"That's not right! The soul is there! ”

"Day! What the hell is going on......"

Mr. Liu's head exploded suddenly, although Mr. Liu is in charge of the firm, but to put it bluntly, he is a clerical job, let him recite the mantra of the dead, bully and bully the lonely souls and ghosts, that's okay, as for the more difficult ones, Mr. Liu has no way.

Of course, not all the people in charge of the firm are like Mr. Liu, some of the people in charge of the firm are very strong, but it just so happens that Mr. Liu is more scum!

Having said that, Mr. Liu saw that Wang Fan was still the same, his brows tightened, his heart was ruthless, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Monk Wang, don't blame me!" It's also to save you! ”

After that, Mr. Liu raised his hand, planning to reward Wang Fan with a few slaps.

Mr. Liu slapped and exhaled decisively, but when he was about to touch Wang Fan's face, Mr. Liu stopped his hand.

"Monk Wang is injured now, and he looks like a mummy, if I slap him a few times, will it aggravate his injury!" Mr. Liu looked at the scarred Wang Fan and thought.

In the next second, Mr. Liu turned his head to look at the Zifeng Daoist on the side.

"It's still Uncle Fanfeng! His injuries were relatively minor! ”

After thinking about it, Mr. Liu turned around, raised his palm, and slapped down on Daoist Zifeng's face.

"Smack!" A crisp sound resounded in the ward.

"I'll rub it, it's so cool!" Mr. Liu thought secretly in his heart. (￣～￣; )

"Ni King Ma! When did you still want this. Mr. Liu scolded himself.

"I poke! I didn't wake up! Mr. Liu looked at Zifeng Daoist who was slightly swollen on half of his face and scolded.

"It's definitely not enough!" Mr. Liu nodded and thought.

At this point, Mr. Liu continued to raise his hand, slapping his forehand and backhand, and kept appreciating Uncle Feng.

"I'm going, it's really cool, this feeling is really addictive!" Mr. Liu became more and more energetic. (。 -`ω´-)

Daoist Zifeng's face became more and more swollen by Mr. Liu, and it was about to swell with a pig's head.

"Huh! If you don't wake up, then I'll continue to fan! A few more palms will definitely wake up Uncle Feng! Mr. Liu ignored Daoist Zifeng's swollen face and continued to fan.

"Not awake yet! Slap two more palms. ”

"Female, two more palms!"

"Fan two more fans below, and you'll definitely wake up!"

"If you don't wake up after slapping these two palms, I'll find another way."

"Maybe you'll wake up with two palms away!"

"Try two more slaps!"

"These are the last two palms."

"It's really the last two palms."

"It's really the last two palms."

"It's really, really, really the last two palms."

"Almost, it's time to wake up! Your face doesn't hurt, but my palm still hurts! ”

"Forget it, it's all fanned here, it's not bad for these palms, let's fan more!" ー(￣～￣)ξ

Mr. Liu gritted his teeth and slapped Zifeng Daoist with both hands like a gust of wind.

"Alas......... The fan is so tired, and the hands are so painful! Mr. Liu gave up, shook his already red and painful hand, and had already given up the method of slapping the son Feng Daoist with a slap.

I saw that at this time, the Zifeng Taoist not only had a large swollen face by Mr. Liu, but also could see obvious traces of copper coins on his face.

When Mr. Liu slapped the wind Taoist, he still had copper coins in his hands, and when he fanned again, he was ruthless a few times, and he also fanned a few copper coins away. It is conceivable how hard Mr. Liu has worked.

Mr. Liu was shaking his hand to relieve the pain in his palm, the liquid had absorbed most of the lonely ghosts in the ward, and the liquid had changed from a thin layer to a thick layer.

At this time, there were countless ghost crying and howling sounds from this mass of liquid, which made Mr. Liu shiver directly.