Hearing this, Lu Shibai looked down at the wound on his hand, and he didn't understand it a little, the three of them were wondering, and suddenly there was a wail of dry bones outside, Wei Kun secretly screamed that it was not good, and hurriedly pressed his hand against the wooden door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sure enough, the blood corpse quickly staggered step by step, and Wang Simiao was ghost who couldn't use a little strength, so he had to stomp his feet in place.

"Bring the pieces." Wei Kun spread out his hand, Lu Shibai was stunned for two seconds, and then hurriedly took out the fragment and handed it over, seeing that Wei Kun cut the palm with the sharp corner of the fragment, and then printed the blood on the door.

But the blood corpse was still hitting the wooden door with its body, and only then did the three of them understand that what the blood corpse was afraid of was only Lu Shibai's blood, and the blood of others had no effect.

Lu Shibai obviously understood this, and immediately cut his palm with the fragments, imprinting the blood on the door, as expected, the dry bones really stopped crying, and the blood corpse also retreated for the second time.

"Those bloody corpses will definitely come back in a while, we can't use blood to drive them away every time." Wang Simiao said anxiously.

Wei Kun also broke out in a cold sweat for a lifetime, and reached out to unbutton the Tang suit, revealing the black vest inside, and the strong muscles were wrapped under the vest, which was even more obvious.

"Do you dare, fight?" Wei Kun turned around and asked Lu Shiba, the other party lowered his head and frowned and thought about it, nodded resolutely, turned around and opened the hand-held box thrown to the ground, and took out a delicate black gun from it.

He pressed the barrel of the gun with the blood stains in his hand, and after dripping a few drops of blood, he turned back to Wang Simiao and said:

"You hide well here, don't go out."

As he spoke, he and Wei Kun opened the door together, and the blood corpse danced as if it was suddenly excited, and Lu Shibai hit the blood corpse with his injured palm, and the tentacles felt soft and sticky, making people can't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies.

Wei Kun put his hand into the pocket of the Tang suit, took out a handful of copper coins from it, put his hands together, twisted the copper coins in his palms, and then gradually strung them into a copper coin sword, which stabbed on the blood corpse to instantly disintegrate the pile of rotten meat.

The wails around him were endless, Lu Shibai saw that the gun was about to be empty, and Wei Kun gradually lost his physical strength, only to find that there were more and more bloody corpses, and the initiator was naturally the dry bones behind the bloody corpse.

Wang Simiao hid behind the statue of the goddess, felt that Wei Kun and Lu Shibai were slowly struggling, and suddenly touched the pocket left by Wang Tiansheng on his body, the copper bell inside was very hot, and he touched the palm of his hand and was burned red.

With the determination to fight, Wang Simiao tightly grasped the cloth bag hanging on his body with both hands, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and ran like a bloody corpse with a step, and let out a roar from his mouth.

"Ah!!!h

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he had already passed through the group of blood corpses and stopped in front of the dry bones, his face was full of horror, the bangs on his forehead were wet with sweat, and he was panting and staring at the toothpick, a six or seven-year-old boy with a terrifying appearance.

Suddenly, the psychic in the cloth bag trembled, and many scriptures were picked out of the cloth bag, Wang Simiao pulled the belt, feeling that the treasures in the cloth bag began to tremble uncontrollably, and finally threw themselves at the dry bones.

The sudden force caught Wang Simiao off guard, and his whole body fell on the body of the dry bones as soon as his feet were soft, originally Wang Simiao thought that he must be dead this time, and closed his eyes tightly and waited for the next huge pain of being skinned and drinking blood.

But he didn't want to, and after a period of silence, the dry bones let out an even more powerful cry.

Wang Simiao stood up with his hands and feet, watching the golden Buddhist scriptures surround the dry bones, and the bright and abnormal light instantly devoured the bloody corpse.

Lu Shibai and Wei Kun's eyes widened, looking at this scene in surprise, Wang Simiao was even more shocked and didn't know what to do.

In the end, I could only watch the Buddhist scriptures peel off the rotten flesh on the boy's body layer by layer, and the white bones gradually revealed more and more, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out, and the three of them invariably blocked their eyes.

The cry of the dry bones gradually became smaller, and finally the light disappeared completely, and what appeared in front of him was a little boy who was white and pure at the age of seventeen or eight, like a dry bone that had been tossing for a night, and disappeared as if it had never appeared.