After distancing themselves from us, the remaining ghosts, like a group of humiliated resentful women, let out a creepy scream on their backs, and invariably grabbed the black hat from their heads, revealing their true colors that had been kept secret. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fat man and I couldn't help but look at the ghosts, trying to see what virtues these walking corpses looked like, whether they were the legendary skull faces or mummies.

At this glance, the fat man and I were completely fertilized (surprised), Mom Sang, the faces of those ghost servants were like slides, constantly changing the faces of various men and women, and each face was angry, resentful, and desperate expressions trying to break free from the ghost servants' human form, which was not scary.

As far as the fat man and I could see, we couldn't help but retreat again and again, our faces like ashes.

Grandma's grandson's legs are evil, we still underestimate the magic of these ghosts, I didn't expect that I don't know which bastard warlock with high mana actually sealed different ghosts in the shell of a ghost at the same time, so that those sealed ghosts lingered in the same body, and naturally wanted to vent their resentment on other ghosts, and then they would fight together.

This kind of situation is actually similar to the Gu raised by the black wizard of Miaojiang, that is, different poisonous insects are placed in an urn, and they are not fed and let each other kill and devour, and the poisonous insect that can survive in the end is the most poisonous Gu worm in the world, and the final result of the different ghosts who are sealed in the body of the ghost servant killing each other is that all their resentment and hatred are fused together and remain in the ghost servant's body, so that the ghost maid's body is filled with endless resentment and evil spirits. A more ruthless, vicious killing machine.

And here, it is the ultimate goal of those demonic outsiders who do not hesitate to risk being eaten by the backlash to cultivate ghosts.

The sad thing is that these ghosts that the fat man and I met tonight are the enhanced version of the ghosts who have accumulated countless evil thoughts of resentful ghosts in their bodies, and to deal with these fierce dirty things, Jiang Mi is useless at all.

In the meantime, those ghost servants are like drug addiction, scratching their faces with their hands, as if they want to tear out the faces of people who are constantly changing like changing faces, and the more they scratch, the more manic they become, that feeling, it's really a bit hysterical, I can see that the fat man and I are creepy, I don't know which one these ghost servants sing, what they want to do.

After a while, those ghost servants seemed to have vented enough, and they all looked at me and the fat man with a pair of blood-red eyes, and the same strange smile appeared on their faces, that smile, with a little resentment, a little cruelty, and a little mockery, yes, it was indeed a sarcastic smile, and it looked a little familiar, as if it had been seen there before.

But the fat man and I didn't have the heart to think about the ozone layer at the moment, because the ghost servants were already pressing down on us again, and each of them had an extra white rope in their hands, waving it around us.

The fat man and I took a step back to see what the ghost servants were doing with the ropes they were hanging.

When the ghosts approached me and the fat man, they put up the ropes in their hands, apparently trying to strangle me and the fat man.

The fat man and I feel a little unpredictable, and we have seen the evil ghosts that drain blood, the ruthless ghosts with teeth and claws, and the difficult ghosts that want to cut our stomachs and tear out our hearts at every turn, but we have never seen this kind of ghost who wants to strangle us with that hemp rope, and this method is too uncreative.

However, it soon became clear to the two of us that we had underestimated these smirking ghosts, for the ropes in their hands were not meant to strangle us, but to bind us.

I saw those ghost servants raise the white ropes in their hands into the air, and those white ropes seemed to attract each other, and began to intertwine with each other in an orderly manner, forming a huge net, and then covered me and the fat man.

The fat man and I were so frightened that we quickly split up to escape the big net, not wanting the huge net to be as if it had spirituality, and continued to pursue me and the fat man separately without relenting.

Seeing this situation, the fat man and I secretly complained, knowing that once we were wrapped in this white strange net, then the two of us would be like tigers falling into the trap, and we would not be able to use our strength, and when the time came, we would become the fish and meat slaughtered by these ghosts, grandma's.

Thinking of this, the fat man was angry in his heart, and shouted: "Grass, fuck you, no matter how awesome you are, I don't believe that the sword will cut you." ”

As he spoke, the fat man unleashed a pillar of optimism, ready to use the Darkiron Sword to pick up the huge white net that was falling on his head.

As soon as the giant net touched the tip of the fat man's sword, it immediately broke open from the middle like a thin silk, revealing a large hole, and then fell lightly.

After seeing this, the fat man just opened his mouth and laughed proudly a few times, and immediately deflated the eggplant, what's the matter, my day, the huge net was broken from the middle not because it was separated by the blade of the dark iron sword, but it had been calculated in advance, in order to wrap the fat man like two shells, and the fat man was really deceived, and was tightly tied up by the white rope net made of thin silk, and it looked like a silkworm cocoon that was about to retreat and spin silk.

The situation on my side is not much better than that of a dead fat man who is cocooned and self-bound, and after the other half of the white rope net hovers over my head for a while, I saw that I was running with the head of the wolf between the corpse cabinets, so that it could not cover me smoothly, and I seemed to be very impatient, and actually spun at high speed in mid-air, and then slowly fell, and the rope nets that looked like white flying saucers actually carried the corpse cabinets that were in the way of it to the east and west, and some of the corpse cabinets were actually carried up by the white rope nets, and then fell to other corners.

As soon as I saw the rope net rushing towards us, the momentum was so terrifying, I fled in a hurry, and I didn't even notice a detail that caused us a lot of trouble later, that is: Didn't the ghost stumps that were cut off by the fat man's dark iron sword crawl into the corpse cabinet and hid, but at this moment, those stumps were undoubtedly gone, so where would they go?

But at that time, I had no time to care about this, and I only thought about how to get rid of the huge net on my head first, and then rushed to save the silkworm baby who had been strangled and rolled his eyes, the dead fat man.

However, it backfired, just when I saw the unlucky appearance of the fat man being strangled and sticking out his tongue, and the work of a distraction, the huge net seized the opportunity, and rushed in between the two corpse cabinets at once, and wrapped the back of the unprepared pocket, I sighed, damn it, run around, the prostate almost vomited, and was still caught at the end, where the is reasoning,.

However, when the white rope net really entangled me, I knew why the fat man was strangled so badly, the white rope was not made of cotton and linen silk, but the out-and-out, genuine wet white hair, lock by lock, clammy and cold, fishy, as soon as it touched the skin, it made people shudder, and goosebumps all over the body.

What's worse is that those wet hairs are extremely tough, although I have opened the immortal bone energy of my left and right arms to the maximum, but after the black evil qi touched those wet white hairs, its ferocious strength disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea, and even the sparkling spark on the right arm lost its temper after touching the wet white hair, and after a few wisps of green smoke, it began to sullen.

Damn, isn't this white wet hair just for me and the fat man?

But it's not right, the immortal bones of my left and right arms are the spiritual creatures of thousand-year-old purple zombies and thousand-year-old ghosts, and the yin qi is extremely strong, how can it be restrained by this wet hair of unknown origin, not to mention that the dark iron sword in the fat man's hand is made of pure yin cold iron that has not been tainted by yang in the underworld, and its yin and cold evil qi even gods and ghosts have to avoid three points, how can they continue to cut this white hair that is not gold and jade.

No, everything is wrong, it's too perverse, it's too counterintuitive.

While secretly trying my luck to fend off the white hairnet that was tightening and seemed to be about to break my ribs and pierce my muscles, I looked at the fat man and laboriously spat out a few words: "Brother, brother, something is wrong......

Although the dead fat man was strangled and rolled his eyes, he was still conscious, and when he heard my voice, he tried to adjust his eyeballs that were rolling up, and looked at me with a wry smile: "Waste, jb, words, I'm all, fast, braided, son,, something is wrong,......"

As soon as the fat man's last interjection was halfway through, the word "" was forcibly blocked in his chest by the suddenly tightened white hairnet, and it turned into a "bang" sound as if he was angry.

I was strangled to the point that my head was congested and I had a splitting headache, but I still managed to restrain my physical discomfort, and I searched my mind to go through the contents of the Yin Fu Hidden Sutra, trying to find out the cause of the sudden failure of our magic weapon.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred to me, and I seemed to have found the reason for this.

I struggled to lower my head and look at the long white hairs that had strangled my body badly, and sure enough, between those strands, sporadically spilled dark black liquid and smelled fishy.

Wang Ba Lamb Gray Grandson, no wonder the magic weapons of me and the fat man will suddenly be out of luck, after a long time, these ghost servants have really been manipulated, Niang Xipi.

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