Chapter Seventy-Eight: Painting the Wall

A number of pangolins on the tattoo suddenly began to crawl irregularly, jagged and staggered, row upon row, rearranged and combined, and gradually merged into a complete ghost gate pattern!

The black scale armor pieces are of different sizes, uneven, and the blades are like autumn frost, all spread outward, like a sharp blade on the door of a ghost, and they are stuck horizontally on the back of the brother-in-law!

My eyes were a little itchy and my head began to ache, but my curiosity was still undiminished, and I was wondering in my mind that this picture of a hundred dace carp crossing the mountain was really godly!

Before I could clear my mind, the picture in my eyes made waves again!

A ghost claw suddenly appeared from the black scale armor blade, broke out of its back, quickly extended, and rushed towards me!

I couldn't dodge, and I was choked by this ghost claw!

Oh, my God! What's going on!

I hurriedly grabbed the ghost claw, it was covered with black scales, and the nails were slender, especially the middle toe claws of the forefoot, like the claws of the big pangolin in the painting!

This ghost claw is very powerful, and it dragged me into the tattoo on my brother-in-law's back!

Stunned, completely stunned, my brother-in-law turned out to be like a dummy, didn't move at all, and kept his back to me coldly!

The ghost gate transformed into the black scales of the pangolin in the tattoo was like a bloody mouth, and it suddenly opened suddenly!

Suddenly, a burst of dust blew into my eyes, and I felt a little sore, so I had to close my eyes tightly, not feeling a few tears. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The whole body is still working hard to break free from this ghost claw, and according to the distance, it looks like it will crash into the back of my brother-in-law!

Could it be that the pangolin in my brother-in-law's tattoo is going to eat me?

After just a few seconds, my eyes were no longer sore, and then I felt the power on my neck disappear in an instant, I rubbed my eyes, and found myself standing in front of the ghost gate in the inner city of the underground palace, and the surrounding environment was still the same.

But I was the only one left!

Brother-in-law, sister, scarface-faced gorilla, little beggar are all gone?

I didn't know what to do for a while!

Did I really get into my brother-in-law's body?

It should be bloody viscera!

Impossible, absolutely impossible, but where did they all go?

And I'm the only one left trapped in the ghost king's underground palace?

"Brother-in-law! Sister! Where are you? Don't scare me! Come out! Want to play my rhythm to the death! ”

Suddenly, there was a rush of running from behind me!

I hurriedly turned around and found a young man running towards me not far away, dressed in a yellow coat and armed with a rifle, covered in stains and bloodstains, with shiny hair, flustered steps, panicked expression, and a loud panting voice.

The more I look at it, the more wrong it is, the more I look at it carefully, I go, why does this person's face look so much like me?

It should be said that it is carved out of a mold!

The person on the other side was shocked when he saw my face clearly!

He hurriedly stopped, his eyes widened, first gave himself a resounding slap in the face, then raised his rifle and yelled at me:

"Who are you?"

I was blinded by the reaction of the person in front of me, and I wanted to slap myself in the face, but it seems that there is no need for that, so I cautiously asked:

"Who are you?"

"You don't care who I am! Don't you know who I am? I don't believe you haven't looked in the mirror since you were a child!

Say! You're not the scar-faced gorilla turned in! Dare to pretend to be Lao Tzu, what about my brother-in-law and sister? Where did the little beggar hide again? Be lenient in your confession! Resist strictly! Shoot or kill! If you don't do it, you won't die! ”

I didn't feel the hairs standing on my body, and the rows of huge question marks popping up above my head were a lot of information! He knew everything!

But what he said also reminded me that it really depends on the theory of who has become who!

I sneered and said lightly:

"It's not certain who pretends to be whom! How do you prove that you're not Scarface? ”

"Without further ado, how can I prove that I am me? Look at the guns! ”

The person on the other side was not polite at all, and he was really moving, and he went straight to kill me, I went, I didn't feel very happy to beat myself, I was very unhappy, the matter has come to this point, the water is coming to cover the earth, the soldiers are coming to block, I will fight!

It doesn't matter who you are, let's talk about it!

I rolled up my sleeves, picked up my rifle and fucked him!

A burst of short-handed combat, crackling, the sky was dark, the black smoke miasma, even kicking and kicking, mouth and foot at the same time, which is Huashan on the sword, purely street fighting, half a day does not distinguish between victory and defeat, the problem is, this person's skills are as out of tune as me!

Cut the tree on the left, cut the tree on the right, and retreat when you see that the situation is not good!

The offensive and defensive routines he used were almost at the same level as mine, as the saying goes, the more you play chess with the stinky chess basket, the more stinky it becomes, and the two of us just have a bottle of vinegar!

In the pretense, we both found that this problem was a bit tricky, and hurriedly took a few steps back, staring at each other, panting and sweating profusely, and the person opposite couldn't help but speak first, and asked suspiciously:

"Boy, what's the name of the person who will live in your lower bunk when you go to high school?"

Hey, he's trying to test me?

"Wang Chen, Wang Fatzi, do you know the house number of our bedroom?"

The person on the other side replied decisively:

"Eight buildings 512!"

He even knew that!

The person on the other side looked at me again from beginning to end, and said:

"Does Fat Wang usually use chopsticks or spoons when he eats white rice?"

I rub, this problem is absolutely amazing, the level is too high!

IQ is no longer below me!

Wang Fatzi is tired of eating white rice!

I never saw him eat white rice once in my three years of high school!

Except for the brothers in the high school dormitory who know the special living habits of Wang Fatzi, the scar-faced gorilla will never know!

Could it be that this me in front of me is me? Is he real? What about me?

For the time being, I am sure that this person is not a scar-faced gorilla, so I relaxed my guard a little, and deliberately put the formal rifle in my hand on my shoulder to show friendliness, and calmly replied:

"Dude, Fat Wang never eats rice, his underwear is only washed once a month, his online name is Double Egg Knife Monster Shu Xiao, he likes to read the yellow little book when he, and he also uses my leftover instant noodle soup to eat。。。。。。

Let's not bother talking, since I know what you know, and you know what I know, we don't know each other, so let's treat each other with sincerity, talk well, and don't hide from each other, where did you come from just now? ”

The person on the other side was also taken aback after hearing my words, thought for a moment, put the middle official on his shoulder, nodded kindly and said:

"In this case, let's make a long story short, after I saw the tattoo on my brother-in-law's body, I was choked by a ghost claw, and in the blink of an eye, I found that the people around me were gone, and I had the heart to find my sister, but I couldn't go back to the sky, and in desperation, I thought about going out to move the rescuers first, and then coming back to support them.

But I ran back and forth, left and right, and it was always empty, and the low house and exterior wall seemed to disappear out of thin air, no matter how I ran, I would eventually run in front of this ghost gate.

Why are you standing here in a daze? Did you see a few of them? ”

Hearing this, I fell into deep contemplation, saying that I was able to meet another self, this stubble is really unreasonable, and it completely subverts the scientific value of a literary young man!

Could it be that the dace carp tattoo on my brother-in-law's back has some special ability, and it has copied another me?

One of them I'm guarding the door here, and the other I'm going to explore the way?