"Third brother, what are you running! Save Mrs. Mo! The blood in the eighth uncle's mouth dripped down his jaw, and the situation was very bad, and he didn't forget to blame Boss Luo for only hiding from himself and not caring about the life or death of his employer. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only then did Boss Luo realize his behavior, the soil worker can die, and the rules cannot be broken! Gritting his teeth, Boss Luo rushed towards Mrs. Mo with a brisk walk!

It's a pity that he is a mortal fetus, how can he be faster than a ghost? Before he was halfway through, Liu Chongtian had already floated in front of Mrs. Mo and grabbed her clothes. It's just that Mrs. Mo instinctively wants to break free, it's okay if she doesn't earn it, as soon as she wrestles her clothes, she immediately slid down her shoulders, she is a half-old, not to mention how fragrant the scene is when her shoulders are exposed! It's just the current situation, who has the heart to appreciate it?

"You wicked woman! You killed them! They have no grudges against you, why are you so ruthless! Liu Chongtian said angrily.

Mrs. Mo's face was originally frightened without a little blood, but when she heard Liu Chongtian's words, she didn't know where she got the courage to sneer.

"Hmph, it's not thanks to the money you earned, otherwise you would have to go to jail for killing that pair of dogs." Sichuan women speak roughly, and they usually claim that they do not call Lao Niang like in other provinces, but say Lao Tzu like men. Mrs. Mo is also a ruthless lord, and she uses Liu Chongtian's money to buy murder, which is not vicious!

"I'm going to kill you!" As soon as Liu Chongtian heard this, he suddenly became angry, raging like a violent wind, and it was difficult to open people's eyes.

"If you want to kill, you will kill, Lao Tzu has been with you for thirty years, and he gave birth to three sons for you, you are not only grateful, but you also want to kill me for a slut! He also injured his three sons for a scumbag! ”

Mrs. Mo was also angry, ignoring Liu Chongtian's ghost crying and soaring to the sky, and she had long forgotten her fear and dared to argue with the revenant! No wonder they all say that Sichuan girls are spicy!

"Die!" Liu Chongtian is not a human being after all, he has long lost his remaining sanity by Mo Yunqi's anger, and his cruel instinct as a ghost has been exposed! A brutal anger rushed out in all directions, and pushed Mrs. Mo out on the spot, of course, the driver Xiao Wang next to him was not spared.

Xiao Wang also deserves it, he was an inferior person who was oppressed by the society and survived, and met Liu Chongtian by chance, Liu Chongtian was also kind when he was a person, and he accepted him as a driver when he saw that he was living a hard life. Xiao Wang's life has changed dramatically all of a sudden, with a monthly salary of up to 10,000 yuan, and he has no less benefits during the New Year's holidays. But some people are white-eyed wolves who are not familiar with it, Xiao Wang does not know how to repay the favor, and he also does such dirty things after the death of the benefactor, in the old days, this kind of person was to be locked in the pig cage, and it is not a pity to die!

It's just that he is pitiful to the brave Boss Luo, he just rushed over and didn't touch anyone, and he was swept out by this force, and there were seven or eight rolls on the ground, and the roll was dusty.

As for Mrs. Mo, she is a woman and has a weak body, where can she afford such a toss? After a few rolling dragons, he fell unconscious.

"Evil is to be killed!"

The situation was critical, and the eighth uncle's injury stabilized a little, so he dragged his stump and rushed to save people, and whatever emergency magic weapon he was carrying on his body was touched out and thrown towards Liu Chongtian regardless of whether it was useful or not.

It's still difficult for the Eighth Uncle of Angry Souls to deal with, let alone ghosts? Before all the magic weapons hit the ghost, they were all blown away by a gust of wind, and the eighth uncle himself was thrown aside like a short-term kite.

At present, the eighth uncle and the eldest brother are injured and can't fight anymore, Boss Luo is also far away and won't be able to come back for a while and a half, and the driver Xiao Wang can't count on it at all, and the seventh brother is hiding in the tent as a ghost-hunting paper man. In this way, who can save Mrs. Mo? It can only be a stupid July and a half.

Mrs. Mo's behavior is so perverse, two lives are added, and she still doesn't abide by women's morals, I really don't know if such a person should be saved? Maybe this Liu Chongtian is the ghost sent by God to collect her? Because of this, he was stunned.

"Hit it with your demon pestle!"

It was difficult for the eighth uncle to get up when he was seriously injured, and seeing Liu Chongtian floating in front of Mrs. Mo, he could only count on seven and a half months at this time.

In the middle of July, he was full of excitement and was called back to his senses by the eighth uncle. At this moment, he had figured out how Mrs. Mo's behavior could be punished by her own law, and he only needed to call the police afterwards. As for the fact that you must save people first, if you don't save them when you die, it will be your own fault.

"Liu Chongtian! Look here! ”

A loud roar first attracts the attention of the ghost before he can save people, otherwise before he can run, Mrs. Mo will burp.

At this time, Liu Chongtian had already lost his consciousness, and the ghost instinct was naturally to look at whoever called him, and sure enough, he turned around and stared at the seven and a half months who were holding the demon pestle in his hand with dark eyes!

"Whew!!"

With a roar of anger and ghostly roar, Liu Chongtian opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of black wind and twisted towards the seven and a half months, this black wind is not ordinary, the wind blade is extremely sharp, and the scratches are about half an inch deep, deep into the gravel on the side of the road. Sichuan's landform features are mostly limestone, this rock is almost as hard as copper, and it is not difficult to leave a mark on it with a knife, but it is not humanly to cut such a deep gap with a knife!

How fast is the wind? It's definitely too late to hide now, out of instinct, I have to protect my head with both hands, as for whether I can survive, how can I think about it?

Black Wind is like a giant python with a bloody mouth that swallows seven and a half in one bite! The wind raged and engulfed his thin body in an instant!

It's over...... This kid is dead. The eighth uncle's face was pale, he had been doing earthwork for so many years, and it was the first time he had seen a ghost, and generally this kind of work could not be done by his generation, and it was all taken over by the masters of his grandfather's generation, and he didn't expect bad luck this time...... It also killed that kid!

"That kid isn't dead!" At this moment, Boss Luo pointed to a thin figure in the black wind and said.

Uncle Eight's pupils shrank, and sure enough, he saw Qiban standing unharmed in the black wind, a rolling pin in front of him, and the thunder flashed all over his body to form a shield, blocking all the black wind.

"What kind of artifact is this?" After seeing the power of the "rolling pin", the eighth uncle naturally thought that Lei Guang was also the magic power of the "rolling pin"!

At this time, Qiyue was in the middle of the black wind with his eyes closed, but the sharp pain that he had expected did not appear on his body. But it's not easy to be in it, he is dizzy and dizzy from the smell of fish, and I don't know if this smell is Liu Chongtian's breath?

Slowly opened his eyes, and he found himself bathed in thunder and light, and the black wind had no effect on himself at all! Since the black wind is ineffective against itself, what is there to be afraid of?! Hold high the demon pestle, like the demon King Kong, and rush towards Liu Chongtian against the wind!

Irrational ghosts don't know what fear is at all, and watching the July Half rush even more provokes the ferociousness of the black wind in his mouth and keeps spitting, but no amount of black wind can break the thunder light cover, let alone hurt July at all!