"Amitabha, I'm scared if you really become a Buddha?"

The fat monk lifted his long trench coat upwards, revealing his belly like glass beads. He seems to be quite confident in his defenses, will

His crystal clear belly slapped,

"Hmph, when it comes to defense, I really haven't been afraid of anyone, Buddha."

In front of him was a black mist as thin as a mist, but it gradually eroded through the light, engulfing everything in it.

It's strange that it's already pitch black around you, but you can clearly feel that these two are different kinds of darkness. One is a dark environment that seems to be immovable by iron

, and the other, with a rotten and rusty aura, slowly and erodedly towards the monk along with the mannequin.

The cement road on the campus began to carry specks of mold, the surrounding trees began to decay and wither, and the stinky wind blew from nowhere, so that this mannequin appeared directly in front of the monk's eyes.

"I'll go, what the hell is this?"

The obese monk gasped as he watched as the skinned mannequin, with rolling blood and jumping muscle fibers, running and walking step by step.

Is this guy ready to eat himself?

Such a strange thought suddenly popped into the monk's heart, and he inexplicably felt in his heart that the mannequin who was still worried about his escape or getting help seemed to be not panicking, so he would come so unhurriedly.

Speaking of help, could it be that this mannequin is a little afraid of the person who spoke out just now?

This is impossible, listening to that guy's voice, even if it's not a ghost who wants to deceive me, or it's really a ghost master, a newborn ghost master can actually make this level of weirdness and jealousy?

The chubby monk felt that his worldview was about to collapse, but he didn't dare to be careless, the skin of his whole body was in a strange state, like glass, which could actually reflect light.

However, unlike the seven-colored glass color on his abdomen, although the other parts are in a crystal state, they have no color, just a transparent and colorless appearance.

"Da Da Da!"

Finally, the mannequin walked up to the monk's side, and it stared at the monk so calmly and without any waves, that for a moment the air was quiet, and there was nothing more than the sound of blood beating louder and louder

Other voices.

"No, the shadows of these two guys are actually intertwined!"

The monk couldn't see anything but himself, although the black mist of the mannequin didn't know how to dispel the darkness in the environment, so he could see the mannequin.

However, this monk was not like Chu Hang, who could see the entire environment completely, so he didn't notice that the shadow of the mannequin was getting longer and longer.

In the end, it was directly attached to the sole of the monk's feet, like a bridge, changing from a human form to a rectangle, and straddled the mannequin and the monk.

"Huh?"

The monk who was just thinking about doing something suddenly turned stiff, and beads of sweat began to drip down like rain, and his eyes were about to pop out, and he looked at the mannequin in front of him in disbelief.

"How is this possible, I can't move? Under the protection of the golden bell jar, it is impossible for me to be affected until the ghost power is exhausted. Even if the ghost power is exhausted, it should be my life force that cannibalizes, what's going on? Am I delusional? ”

Then, an even more surprising scene happened, his arm was raised uncontrollably, synchronized with the mannequin, and stretched out to his forehead and neck together.

"Nope! No! This is impossible, you can actually control me? ..... However, even if you can control me, my attack power will not be able to break through my defenses,"

The monk was only slightly anxious for a moment, and then relieved slightly, knowing that his forte was defense. Unless it is a higher-level existence than oneself, it is impossible to break through one's own defenses before one's vitality is exhausted.

As for what happens if the life force is exhausted?

It's dead anyway, and if you can live a little longer, maybe you can wait for a turnaround.

Thinking of this, the monk did not resist anymore, and let the mannequin control his arms to his neck,

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it, Buddha my defense ....."

Before the monk could finish his words, he only felt a cold and terrifying strange force on his neck, and his movements were very stiff, as if he had lost his joints, but he twisted his neck one hundred and eighty degrees so lightly.

"No, how is this possible, how can I break through my own defenses?"

The chubby monk screamed like madness, and he reached out and danced forward before he was dead, trying to grasp something, but to no avail.

"Boom!"

His fat corpse quickly swooped forward on the mannequin, his thick fingers stabbing directly into the mannequin's shoulders as if they hadn't encountered the slightest obstacle.

"Ahhh

It reacted almost synchronously with the mannequin, and after the monk poked his finger into the mannequin's shoulder, ten identical appeared on his shoulder, and even the position showed symmetrical blood holes, swishing outward

Bleeding.

He was already dying, but after a few seconds, the screams disappeared, like a stone falling into the water, only a ripple, and soon regained calm.

"This's abilities are kind of interesting,"

Chu Hang somewhat understood that ghosts don't die, but people do. The ability of this mannequin is equivalent to exchanging injuries for injuries, when this black shadow is connected with a person, what damage does the mannequin suffer, and what damage does the person who is connected together.

Ghosts don't die, they can smile when they turn their heads to 180 degrees, but people die, like this monk, after being connected by shadows, they barely took a single move, and their heads were directly twisted.

The mannequin faced the dead monk, its stiff body as if melted, blood and hair-like fibers falling vertically into the shadow.

The pitch-black shadow was like a bottomless pit, absorbing all the blood of the mannequin, and then purring and absorbing it along the monk's fat body.