"Wow!"

Although no one could hear it, a scream still resounded through the heavens and the earth, instantly echoing throughout the living room.

After grabbing his ankles and dragging the ghost out of the ground, Ma Shuo immediately shook the ghost like a meteor hammer. The left hand and the right hand are exchanged with each other, and the big arcs are thrown up and down, left and right.

Unfortunately, there is no air friction, otherwise you will definitely hear the "whirring" sound of violently rubbing the air.

"Run, sneak up on me, keep going!"

Ma Shuo didn't let go for a moment now, and his mouth kept provoking viciously. Anyway, he had already caught the ghost in his hand, and with the huge increase in power given by the glove, he couldn't feel the ghost's struggle at all.

It's not so much that he's fighting ghosts, it's more like he's finishing the game.

The speed of the forward and reverse rotation and shaking is getting faster and faster, and the ghost's screams are becoming more and more terrible, more and more miserable and hoarse.

Later, Ma Shuo stopped verbally provocative at all, and slowly hummed a random little song to the ghost's scream. It looks like a garden walk, but it barely moves.

The ghost's screams are still so unmasculine and unfeminine, but Ma Shuo's little song is obviously a little relaxed. The voices of two extreme contradictions and opposites came and went, making the entire Henry family mansion even more weird and infiltrating.

But now the vast majority of people outside have entered the dream, and the only tavern where there is still noise is heard, except for drunks, it is also a drunkard who laughs and screams.

When the miserable howl and the light-hearted minor key are entangled, it gives people an inexplicable sense of harmony.

After two or three minutes of this, the ghost's screams had gradually weakened. Ma Shuo stopped shaking in an instant, and turned the ghost from the upside-down posture in three or two strokes. grabbed the ghost's neck with one hand and smiled coldly: "Isn't it fun?

But the ghost, who had been forced to spin at high speed countless times, had already fainted when the screams disappeared. How can I answer any more questions now? Rolling his eyes is like death.

Seeing this, Ma Shuo sneered again.

"Smack!" is a slap in the face to raise your hand!

It has the power to beat a rhinoceros into minced meat, but it doesn't cause any external injuries to the ghosts. It's just a moment of trance, as if the slap just now was just an illusion.

But the ghost really felt the power, and woke up with a sudden scream again. When he found that he was being lifted in his hand, and Ma Shuo's face was less than two feet away from him, he immediately struggled violently.

"Ahhhh

His hands danced and swayed, but Ma Shuo's hand around his neck did not move.

"Smack!"

Another slap back: "Shut up!

The ghost's figure was in a trance again, and this time the blur time was obviously longer than the first time. But as Ma Shuo's warning sounded, the extremely harsh and vomiting sound came to an abrupt end.

Looking at the ghost who tilted his head and was a little dazed, Ma Shuo was about to provoke two sentences again, only to see the ghost instantly turn his head and look directly at Ma Shuo, and there was no panic in his eyes, all of which were about to overflow with resentment and hatred.

"I'm going to kill you!" followed by a pair of large pale and blue-gray hands. The purple-black nails at the tips of the ten fingers are as terrifying as sharp knives.

But since Ma Shuo dared to choke the ghost's neck at such a close distance, it was impossible for him to be defenseless. When he saw the ghost's crazy eyes, he immediately let go and quickly took a half step back.

The ghost thought that Ma Shuo was afraid of his claws, and he was about to pounce on him in an instant. He's going to kill this damn little bastard, the pariahs who almost spun him to death!

But in the next moment, the outside of each of the two forearms instantly covered a golden knight's glove, and the forward fluttering and scratching action suddenly couldn't move forward a bit. Looking up at Ma Shuo's eyes staring at him again, the ghost immediately felt a basin of ice water pour down his head.

Sadistic, mocking, dismissive sneering, as if he was an idiot. All of this complexity was accompanied by a sigh that completely trampled the last bit of hope in the ghost's heart into the mud, completely crushed into mud and filth.

"Humph!"

Ma Shuo didn't want to provoke anything at all now, and from the very beginning when he made a counter-sneak attack plan, he was always on guard against a surprise attack. After all, the distance between the two was so close all at once, would the ghost not want to seize the opportunity to kill him?

Definitely!

But this kind of opportunity is definitely a two-way street, the ghost can hurt him at close range, and Ma Shuo can also use himself as a bait to trick the ghost into showing his fangs from the stupor and begging for mercy that he may pretend to be!

Traps and dangers are always double-edged swords, under the premise that the strength is strong enough, if someone like Ma Shuo can still remain calm and cautious, he will return the danger to the other party exponentially!

It just so happened that the ghost's uncoolness and the urge to take revenge and kill the enemy greatly contributed to the speed of his tragic fate.

Ma Shuo, who was too lazy to say anything, grabbed the two hands of the ghost's arms and squeezed and flipped outward. In an instant, the joints of the ghost's two arms were immediately reversed and fixed, and his right leg was like a cannonball from the bottom to the top, kicking straight towards the tip of the ghost's frightened and inexplicable chin.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, and the ghost suspended in the air rose a foot higher again, but his arms had already been completely restrained by Ma Shuo, and they were instantly pulled back to their original positions.

Immediately afterwards, Ma Shuo pulled his hands into his arms hard, and grabbed the ghost's neck again with his left hand. Under the gaze of the ghost's terrified eyes, he watched as a golden metal fist slammed down on his face again and again.

"Run, bang, sneak attack me, bang, bang!"

With every punch, Ma Shuo would grit his teeth and question, and the screams resounded throughout the living room again, and at first he could still block Ma Shuo's heavy punch with his arm. But as the body was in a trance again and again, the force of blocking and struggling became smaller and smaller.

But Ma Shuo felt that it was not interesting to beat people like this, and the moment his left hand spread the ghost's neck, he immediately began to practice the joint skills he learned from Old Man Liu. And it was at this time that the ghost realized that his mouth touched his buttocks, and his arms and legs were twisted.

"Click, click!" The screams of the ghosts resounded in the sky again.

When two or three minutes had passed, and the gloves had returned to his body, Ma Shuo stopped this somewhat horrific torture, holding the ghost's left arm in one hand, allowing the rest of the part that had been twisted into a ball to hang in the air like a pendulum.

"Alas!" Ma Shuo shook his head and sighed regretfully, looking at the already translucent ghost clenching his right fist and raising it high: "Honestly dissipate!"

The heavy punch slammed into the ghost's face one last time, instantly smashing the poor guy into dozens of points of light. Just as Ma Shuo was about to turn away, he found that every fragment was rapidly expanding.