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"Stupid, she's a psychic medium, she can't do it!" The woman next to her said. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Psychic? Is it just a sacrificer? Is this woman a woman who makes a living from divination?

"If I make a move, I can only invite God, if I invite it, I may not be able to send it away, if I can't send it away, we will all have to die." The aunt said.

I suddenly smelled a burnt smell. Looking back, Xia Houyan was holding her husband's corpse and kept crying, but in her hands, her husband's corpse was in her arms, but her skin began to become red and shiny, and after a while, even the blood stains on her clothes seemed to be about to evaporate.

She really has the ability to heat up corpses!

Now what? When I saw the dead bodies in front of me, I had no fear, no matter what they looked like or what they smelled of, they were like watermelons and cabbages in front of me. It's like I'm ordering watermelon. The woman with heavy makeup next to me was smoother than me, she kept cutting, every time the knife cut, the corpse was split in half and disappeared, and every time I clicked one, I burned in front of me. I gasped for breath and kept making handprints, but my mind wandered and felt like I was playing a mobile game of cutting watermelons.

The woman next to her drank: "How much have you cut?" 230.”

The Taoist priest replied, "278."

The monk also recited, "268."

"I don't know." When everyone heard my answer, they didn't speak, probably because they were speechless to me. I muttered to myself, I studied liberal arts when I was in school, and I was not sensitive to numbers at all, how did I know that I would have to do arithmetic problems when I grew up to kill ghosts.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly emptied, and no dead bodies entered. And we're all finally exhausted. With the last dead body killed by the Taoist priest with a Dao talisman, only our respite was left in the carriage.

The train jerked, and the speed began to slow down. It seems to have pulled the brakes.

The Taoist priest hurriedly shouted: "Before the car stops, quickly find the last one, there is not much time." With that, he rushed to the carriage of the other train.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Xia Houyan still crying with her husband's body already bubbling with white gas, and my aunt was sitting on the side and chanting with her eyes closed. The figure of the monk flashed and followed the Taoist.

The woman with heavy makeup said, "Follow me!" He hurried to the carriage in front of him, and asked as he ran, "What's your name?" ”

I also followed, but I felt that my whole body was very soft, and my body was a little unbearable for this run. "My name is ...... Dream in the dust. ”

"My name is Mi Shuhan, and I am a demonic warlock. Zhuo Zhixue's door. She ran as fast as she could, shouting without looking back.

I've never even heard her name. Who is Zhuo Zhixue? Isn't it Bai Rui's door? Her figure was ghostly, leaving me behind. I followed her closely and ran to the previous carriage.

Looking at the situation of the carriage in front of him, it was different from the carriage he was in, not only was it rusty everywhere, but the carriage was covered with cobwebs and dust, the window glass had been shattered, and the glass stubble was all over the ground, and as the train ran slowly, the white curtains like rotten rags fluttered in the wind.

Mi Shuhan walked in front and slowed down. I saw that there were scattered pieces of iron and steel plates blocking the road in front of the carriage, and the pieces of iron were covered with bloody minced meat. The air was filled with the smell of corpses and blood. There was a black, unknown viscous liquid dripping from the side of the car. The drops on the twisted steel plate emit a "dang. When." sounds.

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