Che Lao Dao spoke so vigorously that he couldn't help but pac his square steps, as if he was a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was teaching the students: "So, I sacrificed the Blood Talisman and the Five Thunder Talisman just now, not to seal the dead ghost in your body, but to use his resentment as a medicine to awaken the undead who have been dormant underground for decades." Sure enough, you guys were fooled, and you directly helped introduce the Five Thunder Bombardment Talisman into the ground, and woke up those bloodthirsty demons before and after death, and now, they are about to come out for a delicious meal, haha......"

When Che Laodao said this, his eyes turned to the fat man who was still lying on the ground, and he didn't know if he was talking about it to the fat man or the ghost in the fat man's body.

In short, the fat man still looked at Che Lao Dao with an unruly face: "The old girl is upright, and all the opposition who stand on the opposite side of the people will not end well." ”

The fat man is still a mouthful of Peking films, and he is still the characteristic slogan-like language, but I don't feel funny at all, because I really see that there are already ragged, bony skeletons coming out of the ground little by little, and not one or two.

You know, this small dirt mountain is what the common people call a mass grave on weekdays, and those dead people buried before the cremation are carried out I am afraid that there will be tens of thousands, and those who have been reincarnated will be removed, even if there are only a thousand lonely souls and wild ghosts left, it is enough for me and the fat man to eat and walk around.

At this time, the ghost claws that grabbed the fat man's ankles also revealed their deities, and they were actually five skeletons wearing wicker hats and vaguely hanging a few strips of tattered cloth made of labor cloth. After these 5 skeletons drilled out of the earth, they rushed to crawl on the fat man, I was shocked, and I couldn't help but think of the terrifying scene of those Japanese ghosts gnawing on people's heads in the Jianxing Hotel.

I didn't dare to hesitate, so I immediately pounced, raised my palm thunder, and opened fire on the 5 skeletons. To say that this person is weak and strong, I vented all the Wang Ba's anger on Che Lao Dao to these skeletons, not to mention, this palm thunder in the use of one by skill and two by momentum, my hair is like an ordinary bullet equipped with a dum warhead, the lethality increases sharply, after a few muffled sounds, 3 of the 5 skeletons crawling on the fat man's body emitted black smoke in an instant, and began to desperately escape into the soil.

However, there are still two skeletons, although the lumbar vertebrae are about to break by the thunder in the palm of the palm, but they still stubbornly clasp the fat man's body, look at the posture, if I can't break up the soul hidden in the skeleton, these white bones will be iron determined to merge with the fat man's body.

Fuck, now Kai Ye is also a member of the Daomen, and he doesn't have the ability to cross mountains and seas, but it's still safe to clean up a few of you wild ghosts who are wandering away from the yin and yang worlds with a mouthful of grievances. Thinking of this, I drew a Five Thunder Spell in the void, thinking that at the beginning, Uncle Li used the Five Thunder Spell to level the old female ghost in black clothes and black pants, and the murderous aura of this curse is definitely not covered. Today, Kai Ye is really going to pretend to be "Thunderman" again.

However, I had just drawn half of my Five Thunder Spells, but I had no intention of drawing them again, because I suddenly found that although the two skeletons were in pain from being struck by the thunder in the palm of their hands, they did not gnaw at the fat man's head as I imagined, but tried to enter the fat man's body with their lives.

Just when I was puzzled by my discovery, I suddenly found that there were a hundred and ten skeletons gathered around me and the fat man, but these skeletons covered with wet mud did not rush to tear and bite the flesh and blood of me and the fat man as Che Lao Dao wished, but fought with each other.

Yes, in the woods where the wind was high on the dark moon and the graves were everywhere, a group of skeletons from an unknown era were almost hysterically catching and fighting each other, and the posture was like a fight in the underworld, absolutely to death, although they were already ghosts who had died once.

Seeing that the situation was out of control, Che Laodao was also a little unbelievable, looking at the posture, this old miscellaneous hair was also quite angry, probably pondering: What kind of extras are these, why don't you listen to the director's orders and change the script without authorization, it's too unprofessional.

Originally, it was to lure the ghosts to eat us, but I didn't expect these ghosts to pinch themselves, Che Lao Dao is intestines are repentant, he could have easily killed us, he just drew snakes to add to the foot, he had to play a little difficult, this time it's good, it's easy to send ghosts. These ghosts made such a fuss, but it gave me and the fat man a chance to breathe.

At this moment, one arm of the two skeletons lying on the fat man's body had sunk into the fat man's back, and it seemed that they were struggling to pull something out? Damn, did they change their recipes and eat fat man's offal? No, although the expression on the fat man's face is painful, the expression is clearly that of another person.

I rubbed my eyes vigorously, but there was no need at all, because I had already opened my eyes, and as far as my eyes could see, there would be basically no errors. That's right, there is indeed a fairly delicate facial outline that is hidden under the skin of the fat man's face, and it keeps writhing, so that the fat man's big swollen face will bulge a big bag for a while, and the cheeks will come out with a nose outline for a while. It looked like the face in the middle of the face was wrestling with something.

In this situation, I really couldn't distinguish friend from foe for a while, and naturally I couldn't attack those two skeletons anymore.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more chaotic, Che Laodao and Hong Weidong were also a little flustered, although Hong Weidong didn't dare to complain about Che Laodao's extra move of taking off his pants and farting, but the vicious eyes had already turned the dissatisfaction in his heart. At this time, Che Laodao had no time to take care of Hong Weidong's disrespect, but was eager to find a good way to stabilize the chaos.

After a while, Che Lao Dao seemed to have come up with a way, but when he saw that this old gang had picked a high grave bag and stood up, he concentrated his energy, and put his hands on the dantian with his fists like a Taoist priest meditating, and then suddenly opened his mouth and let out a sharp shout: "Convey the highest instructions!" ”

Damn, I'm holding my breath to see what kind of evil spell this old shameless guy is going to do, and I was on guard, but I didn't think that he would come to such a voice, which scared me: What is your ghost called, you think this is the voice of China PK live soaring high pitch, your uncle.

However, shouting out at this voice really brought down the miracle effect, and the skeletons who were fighting in the group looked at Che Lao Dao in unison and listened quietly.

Che Laodao cleared his throat: "**Teach us that we must insist on fighting in the struggle, not fighting, because fighting can only touch people's bodies, not people's souls." Only by persisting in fighting with culture, without fighting, by presenting facts, reasoning, and convincing people with reason, can we fight to a high level and truly achieve the goal of educating the people. Anyone who beats someone with his hands shall be punished in accordance with the law. The vast majority of armed struggles were instigated by a small number of bourgeois reactionaries with ulterior motives, who deliberately undermined the Party's policies, undermined the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution, and lowered the prestige of the Party. ”

Don't say it, as soon as Che Lao Dao finished saying a few words of incomprehensible words, those skeletons really didn't fight, but turned around and left stiffly, and they all fell into the ground in an instant, as if they had never come out. Even the two skeletons on the fat man's body quickly sank into the earth, and there was no trace of them.

At this time, the fat man, who had been lying on his stomach and was grounded, also got up, but the fat man seemed to be a little staggering, like two drunks supporting each other, but they couldn't walk together. A few seconds later, a white shadow shot out of the fat man's body and plunged straight into the grave bag where we had just been hiding.

The fat man shook his head and sighed: "Oh fuck, this uncle, you can go, stay a little longer, and I will have to be divided by a few of them." ”

Seeing that the skeletons were gone, and the ghosts that the fat man had invited to his body had also left his body, Che Lao Dao laughed dryly: "Two, our big drama tonight should also come to an end, right?"

Hong Weidong looked impatient, and muttered in a low voice: "If you don't want to fuck it, it's not you pretending to be an egg, it's already over." ”

Che Laodao pretended not to hear: "Two, we are our own masters, don't blame me for being ruthless, you don't die, my boss can't sleep, I'm sorry, I can't bear it...... Oops, little, I'm going to kill you. ”

It turned out that the fat man saw that Che Lao Dao still did not modify the true character of the coercion, and his heart was infinitely nauseated, so he took advantage of Che Lao Dao's inattention, picked up a brick that was used to place offerings when he went to the grave and smashed it on the face of the old gang, and his mouth was not idle: "Your mother's old thing, Zi said, it is not appropriate for those who pretend to be forced to be beaten and not used to it, haha." ”

In fact, the fat man's sneak attack Hong Weidong saw it all, but out of dissatisfaction with Che Laodao's self-righteousness, Hong Weidong pretended not to see it, and as a result, the fat man smashed it so much that it was so sincere that nosebleeds came out.

Che Lao Dao is proud of his profoundness, but he doesn't want to be planted in the hands of two juniors in a row tonight, and he is all defeated in the artifact that does not enter the stream?? Under the bricks, this old miscellaneous hair suddenly became angry, and he didn't care about his identity, covering his nose with his hands and scolding, completely revealing his true colors as a hooligan.

The fat man's brick, although he was quick for a while, also smashed the old road into a nameless fire, completely lost the shelf of the grandmaster that this old miscellaneous hair has been carrying, and completely revealed the true face of the gangsters who are brave and ruthless.

I saw Che Lao Dao pull the brush and pull the robe on his body to the ground, revealing a red Tang suit painted with golden charms that he was wearing closely. Then, Che Lao Dao began to walk around Hong Weidong in a circle, just like practicing Youlong Baguazhang, muttering vague spells in his mouth.

Seriously, looking at Che Lao Dao dancing around Hong Weidong, the fat man and I really had the heart to rush over and kill these two scourges directly with one person and one brick. However, just as Che Lao was doing this, the temperature in the graveyard was getting lower and lower, and a strong chill invaded our bodies, making our bodies stiff, our legs like lead, and it was difficult to even move our fingers, let alone shoot people with bricks.