Park Shangyin and Bayin couldn't help themselves, they were dazed, and they became puppets from the top shirt, and the discerning people could see that the two had lost the qualification to continue the game, and they all knew that the shirt yarn would not do anything to the two, at most, it was to make the two of them lose face and use it, but I didn't expect these two to be really useful, and they could withstand thunder......

Wang Xiaobai didn't expect that he didn't hurry to stop at all, the yellow fu hit Park Shangyin's body, and he trembled with electricity, just such a kung fu, the shirt yarn came and threw a white charm towards Park Shangyin's back, and the white charm hit Park Shangyin's back, producing a strange force, and pushed him forward in a daze, just blocked between the rune array arranged by Wang Xiaobai and the paper figure array arranged by the shirt yarn, poked there like the god of the door, grinning and unable to move.

Mr. Park Shangyin no longer has the heart and lungs to wake up, he feels extremely ashamed when he comes to his senses, he is Wang Xiaobai's thunder charm on his chest, and the white charm from the shirt yarn is attached to his back, he can't move, he can only secretly accumulate strength to break free from the shackles, what Park Shangyin didn't expect is that his position at this time is exactly the middle ground between the two formations.

With him as the center, an invisible zone was formed, and the formation between Wang Xiaobai and Shangshan Shalai maintained a delicate balance, which made both of them feel very comfortable, neither too wary of each other, but also calmly carried out the task, so after Park Shangyin was fixed, Wang Xiaobai and Shangshan Shalai returned to their respective formations with a tacit understanding.

Wang Xiaobai continued to summon spirits, leading the surrounding dead ghosts into his formation, and began to practice it, her practice was more despicable, that is, she used flowers to drive away those dead ghosts, and she had no compassion at all, but many of the dead ghosts who came here were led into her own formation by Wang Xiaobai.

The task continues, Shang Shirt Shalai and Wang Xiaobai each hold their own formations, no one goes out to adventure, no one cares about anyone, there is a lot of momentum to get along with each other, to everyone's surprise, under the toss of the two people, the forest is still white fog, only this flat land, near the two formations, the fog is gradually dissipating.

Of course, the dispersal of the fog is the result of the practice of the upper shirt yarn, before she thought that the fog was the illusion of the little madman, but the more she waited, the more she felt that it was wrong, the fog was too thick, and the time it lasted was too long, and the yin qi was heavy, it should not be the result of illusion, but fortunately, the upper shirt yarn was not small, and the paper man formation was completed, and while doing the task, the nearby fog was expelled.

So the entire suicide forest has become the only one that can see the live broadcast, it can be watched, but there is nothing to see, Wang Xiaobai and Shangshan Salai are each completing their tasks, the little madman and Sasaki's assistant are very serious, there is no fierce fighting, collision, and there are no particularly fierce ghosts, even Hanako has not appeared for a long time.

The only bright spot at the scene is Park Sang-eun, who stood in a key position, and the audience of China and Japan suddenly burst into barrages, due to historical reasons, the audiences of China and Japan have not been very friendly,-for-tat, but they are surprisingly consistent with South Korean player Park Sang-eun, looking down on him.

"This player from South Korea, is he here to be funny? Think you're a model or something? ”

"Koreans are always so good at acting, stealing the camera, and even inexplicable, I don't understand what Koreans are doing in such a show when they don't complete the task and stand between Wang Xiaobai and the top shirt? Is it just to disgust these two excellent pioneers? ”

"To be able to be such a funny and funny character in such a tense competition, sure enough, only Koreans can do it, I feel funny when I see Park Sang-eun now, and I can't help but want to laugh, excuse me, can I laugh now?"

"Is this a comedy show live? Why does Mr. Park Sang-eun act like he is mentally retarded? ……”

All of the above barrages were targeted by Japanese audiences against Park Shangyin, what happened before The audience didn't know, only saw Park Shangyin and Bayin have been following the shirt yarn, and thought they had formed an alliance, but they didn't expect that in the process of Wang Xiaobai and the shirt yarn to fight, Park Shangyin rushed out and blocked in the middle, which made the audience very unhappy, because since he appeared, the scene has become calm, and the last thing the audience wants to see is calm.

What's more, Mr. Park Sang-eun's posture is indeed quite funny, Japanese netizens can still bear it, and they have barrage complaints, the Japanese audience is quite restrained, and the domestic audience is more ruthless, "Mr. Park, you can't stand still, what are you doing standing there?" It's really a toad, don't bite people, you should respond to people......"

"Mr. Park's face is green, and his eyes are about to bulge, did you just glance at Hanako?"

"Don't be embarrassed about this little ability, go back to South Korea Smecta and eat kimchi, the earth is very dangerous......"

"He's also a Taoist? This is the virtue of the Taoist priests in Korea? Aren't you really afraid that Master Zu will be angry? ”

"Shut up upstairs, don't talk nonsense to remind the Koreans, they should say that the religion is Korean, and Lao Tzu is also Korean, hey, Lao Tzu, I am indeed the ancestor of Koreans......"

The barrage is very joyful, it is rare for Chinese and Japanese audiences to complain together, sure enough, the friendship between China and Japan depends on South Korea, so complaining for half an hour, Park Sang-eun is still standing still, Wang Xiaobai and the shirt yarn come to no one cares about anyone, they are busy with their own, and many viewers who watch it feel bored.

The audience is bored, but Wang Xiaobai has been very careful, careful to summon spirits, careful guidance, careful precautions to come to the shirt yarn, in this half an hour, Wang Xiaobai recorded five or six dead ghost information here, and the shirt yarn also recorded five or six information, it stands to reason that the number of shirt yarn is far inferior to Wang Xiaobai, but she is not in a hurry and confident.

Wang Xiaobai wondered, this girl is so sure that she is so sure, is there any trick that can't be done? The defense of her was raised by three points, but she was still diligently summoning spirits, and after more than ten minutes, there were no dead ghosts in the formation from the shirt yarn that could record information, so the shirt yarn began to practice, waving the folding fan, taking steps, and chanting the incantation softly.

You don't have to guess that Wang Xiaobai knows that the upper shirt yarn is communicating with Hanako, and sure enough, a few minutes after the upper shirt yarn finished chanting the spell, the fog in front of him rolled, and the faint Hanako appeared in the thick fog, unlike before, Hanako did not rush over too many dead ghosts, just two or three panicked hanged ghosts.

To Wang Xiaobai's surprise, Hanako actually looked a little panicked, as if someone was chasing her, floating quickly, her body continued to grow bigger and smaller in the fog, Wang Xiaobai originally wanted to sneak attack Hanako, and took the opportunity to grab two dead ghosts to lead them into the rune array, but seeing this situation, he immediately changed his mind and decided to respond to all changes with no change.

In the mist behind Hanako, there was a strange aura surging, like a hidden monster, of course Wang Xiaobai would not act rashly, not only did he become cautious, but his shirt also changed from his previous calm and indifferent, his brows were raised for no reason, and he couldn't help but glance at Wang Xiaobai, obviously she also felt that something was abnormal in the fog.

Hanako panicked, couldn't ignore the yarn on her shirt, took out a white talisman, and recited the incantation softly: "Return!" Universal! Buddhas! Sturdy and sturdy! King Kong Wall! Terror! Destroy! Destiny! Ben is not born! Tathagata! Great vows! Void and phaseless! Everything is as it ......."

The white rune was thrown out behind Hanako, like a sharp arrow piercing into the cloud-like mist, and the swishing sound was very imposing, but after entering the mist, the white rune buzzed...... The chaotic sound, followed by the rolling of the fog, a person flashed out of the fog, Wang Xiaobai was ready to do it, but he did not act rashly, and looked at the figure, and saw that it was the Indian contestant, the great yogi, Abu Shek. Singh.

Abshek. Singh. is a real yoga master, a grandmaster-level figure, no fixed dojo, has been wandering around with a little apprentice, has long seen through life and death, it is said that he has cultivated to the realm of the unity of heaven and man, participating in the show is not to be famous or anything, but simply to earn some money, to be able to change the environment of children in some poor places in India, is a very compassionate old man, he is over sixty years old this year, but he doesn't look like it at all.

Singh is like an ordinary Indian, dark-skinned, very thin, very energetic, very bright-eyed, there is nothing special about it, unlike some ascetic practitioners, who make themselves so miserable, looking very ordinary, only in his fifties, his expression is full of indifference and calm.

Singh's sense of presence is very low, but whether it is Wang Xiaobai or Shangshanshalai, they all know that this yoga master is a character who is not easy to mess with, and they don't understand each other's language, so stay away, what the two didn't expect was that at this time, they saw Singh in this place.

Awesomely, the yoga master appeared very coolly, dressed in the traditional Indian costume and wearing a hat, and easily walked out of the fog, followed by more than twenty hanged ghosts with folded hands, each of them so religious, following in Singh's footsteps.

Follow Singh's footsteps, it's not an adjective, that's the case, I don't know what method Singh used, every time he took a step, more than 20 dead ghosts behind him would follow a step, he stepped on that foot, the dead ghosts would take that foot, before the dead ghosts were still floating, but now they are all solid feet on the ground.

Singh took the lead, more than 20 dead ghosts followed him in a move, this scene was very spectacular, and what was even more awesome was that his assistant, Singh's apprentice, actually put the camera above his head, steady, shooting flexibly, not to mention, he was still holding a flute in his hand, and he was playing it with his mouth, and the flute sound was melodious, attracting more dead ghosts......