Chen Fan couldn't cry or laugh for a while, this guy beckoned to him, and said to him kindly: "Nian Nian, come here, I won't beat you." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Nian Nian walked out slowly from behind the tree, his little tail swaying, and walked over slowly, Chen Fan grabbed Nian Nian, and was about to pat it hard, but he also withdrew his hand in distress, and turned to touch Nian Nian's head.

"You guy, really, tell you not to run around."

Not far away, the old lion looked at the harmonious man and dog under the shade of the tree, nodded with satisfaction, and then touched the lion who was squatting like a kitten on the side, and whispered: "It seems that he has understood what a spirit is." ”

At this time, Zhang Hua on the other side was crawling on the ground covered in blood at this time, and the clothes on his body had already turned into rags.

"Damn, I knew it wasn't that simple, what did these ghosts say wouldn't kill me, they would only attack me, and this was just an attack? Where is the most powerful ghost? ”

Zhang Hua cursed in his mouth, but his hand kept crawling forward, leaving a bloody drag mark on the floor behind him.

"Ahh Zhang Hua suddenly felt a burst of pain on his face, and he couldn't help but wipe his hand, and his hands were covered with bright red blood.

Zhang Hua looked along the bright floor, and saw a bloody scar on his face running diagonally across the entire face, from the forehead to the chin, the flesh turned outward, and the white fat layer could be faintly seen.

At this time, Zhang Hua was more like a ghost than a person, and Zhang Hua was also startled by his current appearance, but he immediately roared, and continued to crawl forward with his hands and feet.

And the girl who left before was not far behind Zhang Hua, frowning and watching Zhang Hua crawl forward with his hands and feet.

"This guy, doesn't it really hurt? I kept climbing up from the first floor, and the ghosts I met halfway were not a thousand but eight hundred, what is this guy's body made of? ”

Finally, Zhang Hua climbed to the end of the corridor, and there were no more ghosts attacking Zhang Hua at this time, Zhang Hua took a long breath, supported the floor with his hands, and slowly stood up.

"This is the end of the eighteenth floor, and there must be the most powerful ghosts." Zhang Hua finally found his pocket from the tattered strips of cloth on his body, took out a bottle of cow tears given by the girl who claimed to be a mentor before, and dripped it on his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he saw that behind him were densely packed with all kinds of ghosts, without heads, bleeding from seven holes, with purple faces, and their tongues were almost dragged to the ground, but at this time, they were all far away from themselves, and looked at themselves with a look of fear, yes, fear.

Zhang Hua turned around, but only saw the camera, there was a middle-aged man with a big belly and a bare chest who was sitting on a chair, with a table in front of him, and a few small dishes and a large vat of wine on the table.

Zhang Hua looked at the ghost behind him and was very afraid of this middle-aged man, and he didn't even dare to get close to this piece, it seems that this guy is the most powerful ghost on the eighteenth floor.

Zhang Hua walked up to the middle-aged man and sat down, and said to him, "You are the most powerful ghost here?" ”

The middle-aged man with a big belly put down the wine tank, glanced at Zhang Hua, and said drunkly, "What are you?" ”

Zhang Hua replied: "What is it? I am human. ”

"People? Haha, I haven't seen anyone in a long time, who are you? The big-bellied middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"What people, living people, what people? Can you give me a sip of this wine? When I first came over, I was so miserable by those ghosts. Zhang Hua pointed to the bloody wound on his face, and then pointed to the wine vat in front of the middle-aged man.

"You want to drink this wine? Hahaha, I'll give you a drink. The middle-aged man with a big belly pushed the wine vat over.

Zhang Hua looked into the wine vat, but Zhang Hua was startled, a fishy smell came to his nose, which is wine, it is clearly a vat of blood, Zhang Hua's face turned pale for a while, and his stomach churned.

"What? Don't dare to drink? Isn't that what you want to drink? The middle-aged man with a big belly said with a smile.

The middle-aged man's tone suddenly changed, "If you don't drink it, I'll make you into wine." ”

Zhang Hua's heart was horizontal, wiped a handful of blood that still didn't stay on his face, and said, "Who doesn't dare to drink it,, Lao Tzu will drink it for you." ”

As he spoke, he raised the wine vat and poured it into his mouth, which was strange to say, obviously there was a smell of blood, but after the liquid entered his mouth, there was a strong aroma of wine, Zhang Hua poured a few big sips and put down the wine vat.

praised: "Good wine, it tastes so good." ”

The middle-aged man watched Zhang Hua take several sips, and then pushed the wine vat in front of him again, and the middle-aged man also raised the wine vat and poured a few sips.

"You kid, it's kind of interesting, eat vegetables."

Zhang Hua looked at the dishes on the table again, and saw that there were bloody human fingers on the plate in front of him, human ears on the other plate, and the last plate was a person's eyes, all bloody, as if they had just been taken off a person's body.

Zhang Hua swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his stomach suddenly churned again.

"What? I don't dare to eat it, I don't want to say it a second time, if you don't eat it, I'll make you a dish. The middle-aged man said viciously to Zhang Hua.

Zhang Hua's right hand trembled and picked up a bloody finger in front of him, closed his eyes, put it in his mouth, clicked and chewed, but the expression on his face was a twitch, and blood dripped down with the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Hua stretched out his hand and praised it: "Damn, the taste is okay, it tastes like pickled pepper chicken feet, fragrant and crispy." ”

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Hua, then pushed the plate of eyeballs over and said, "Try this, this one is more fragrant and crispy." ”

Zhang Hua looked at the bloody eyes, and his expression suddenly became ugly.

"What? Don't eat again? The middle-aged man asked.

Zhang Hua gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, grabbed an eyeball, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it with a burst of sounds, and swallowed it with a stalk.

At this time, Zhang Hua's stomach was tumbling for a while, coupled with the blood left on the road before, his face was as pale as paper, and a scar ran through the whole face, plus the blood he drank just now, and what he ate, which made the self-proclaimed mentor woman standing not far away on the side feel frightened.

"Haha, what else do you want Lao Tzu to eat? Take it all out, I've never eaten human flesh or drunk human blood when I'm so big. Zhang Hua took another big sip of the blood wine in the wine jar and said to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man also drank a large sip of blood wine, "You kid is a little interesting, I have only been guarding this place since I was here, and there are countless people who want to assimilate me, or they can't bear the torture of ghosts along the way, and give up halfway, otherwise, they came to me after withstanding the torture of ghosts, and they don't dare to eat what I give, you are the second person who dares to scream and talk to me after eating and drinking." ”