"Kaizi, our brothers didn't cross over, right? I used to just play the bloody war on the beach, but I never thought that your brother and I would be able to catch up with the big deal of anti-Japanese blood and shame in my lifetime, oh I fuck, I was so moved that I was about to cry. "The fat man is really convinced of you, I really don't know if he had meningitis when he was a child, when is this, he still has the leisure to think about the game, you are really my own uncle.

And just when the fat man was angry, Mo Xizi and Mo Feiming were also happy and crazy. Especially the Mo evil son, because he couldn't control Mo Fei's body, he urged his son to hurry over and let him see the dried corpses of the Japanese soldiers. But Mo Feiming did not listen to his Lao Tzu's mercy, but raised his hands to the top of his head and recited a strange incantation: "Bu, epidemic, Bo, Na, Qi!" The spell seemed to have a resonant function, and the blood in the sarcophagus seemed to be sucked in by a tornado, and the heads of the people who had been soaked in the blood rolled all over the ground and squeaked.

After a few moments, the dried corpses that had been rained with blood were like dry sponges soaked in water, and the dry brown skin began to become elastic, and the skeletal face began to develop black, gelatinous skin. At the same time, the corpses seemed to have regained their instincts, and began to chase the squeaky heads all over the ground, and frantically gnaw on the heads with the gums that were still bare bones.

Needless to say, the fat man and I threw up again.

Looking at the dried corpses of the Japanese soldiers who were crazy about eating people's heads, the fat man and I really trembled. To tell the truth, when I used to go to school, I saw the Nanjing Massacre in my history textbooks, and I was always filled with righteous indignation, and I couldn't wait to borrow Doraemon's time and space shuttle to go back to the past and fight to the death with the Japanese beast soldiers, but when we really faced these veritable Japanese "devils", we still urinated.

It's not that brothers are not righteous, fuck, we're not afraid to do anything with people, but what the fuck are these ** things? Zombies are not zombies, ghosts are not ghosts, tigers bite the sky, where does the master come from?

At this moment, the ink evil son is happy, that guy is scared, looking at the posture of fire in his eyes and sores under his tongue, he can't wait to hug the Japanese dried corpse and give a wet kiss. And Mo Feiming was also excited, grabbed the hair of the parasitic head of the ink evil son, and shouted through gritted teeth: "Old ghost, you saw it, I did it, I really did it, hahaha......"

The ink evil son was bared his teeth and grinned: "Little bastard, what are you waiting for, don't you kill them quickly." ”

"Kill them, do you want me to use your non-human and ghostly head to awaken the evil spirits of these ghost legions?" Mo Feiming looked bored with a look of damage (Northeast dialect: reprimanding and hurting people with words) Mo Evilzi, and then looked at Uncle Li with a smug face, "Uncle Li, you have seen what you should have seen, and you have also watched what you shouldn't have seen, now, I will send you and your two waste apprentices to the Netherworld to reunite with your daughter, okay?" Mo Fei's yin eyes swept over Uncle Li, the fat man, and my faces one by one, and the courteous hanging look was like taking a taxi to take us home.

As he spoke, Mo Feiming took off his sunglasses, revealing his eyes that were as red as coals. I'll rub it, shouldn't this grandson use the same trick as killing that ghost old eunuch again? Thinking of this, the fat man and I seemed to have seen the tragic scene of the red mist enveloping us, we were covered with bloody holes, and the blood was like a waterfall, and we couldn't help but lean straight to Uncle Li's side.

Strangely, the grandson seemed to be deliberately torturing our nerves, and instead of spewing red mist at us, he condensed the red mist into a red air mass and hung it over our heads with his mind. We are wondering, what kind of plane is this grandson doing, this is, playing Hong (red) luck? No, he wouldn't treat us like that, would he?

At this time, Mo Fei Ming spoke again: "These Japanese soldiers have been buried deep in the ground for nearly 70 years, let your blood awaken their beastly souls, Brahmanas!" ”

It didn't matter if he shouted out in his voice, those Japanese corpses who were holding people's heads and gnawing with relish were like hearing his mother call him home for dinner, and they threw down the heads of people whose hands were gnawed to the point of blurred flesh and blood, and their eyeballs and flesh fell to the ground, and began to outflank Uncle Li and our grandfather in a triangular formation.

Your uncle, this little devil really fucking pays attention to quality, and he doesn't forget to pose when he is a ghost. No wonder the whole world beat up little Japan during World War II, I've seen people who love to pretend to be forced, but I've never seen a national group like them, isn't this purely a motorcycle not catching fire?? Under-kicked?

But Grandpa Mao also taught us that we must despise the enemy strategically and attach importance to the enemy tactically. Now I want to despise them very much, and I don't like them, but I also really value them, because these horrible calves are getting closer and closer to us, and I can even see the fresh shreds of meat hanging from the teeth and jaws of some Japanese soldiers.

Luckily, when we were five paces away from the bureau, the Japanese corpses suddenly stopped, and began to make some strange gestures towards the red air mass above our heads, their feet like a bear standing on a hot iron plate, back and forth, and their arms like a girl, making some twisting and twisting movements. However, in the face of the strange movements of a group of stiff limbs, covered in sand, and with skeletal faces, I didn't notice any joy at all, except for the weirdness.

This kung fu, the fat man who has been trembling with fright, and almost threw out the meat oil, has opened his mouth: "Hey, what about these stupid things, are you looking at the red balloons on our brains like plaster flags, playing worship?" ”

This dead fat man, if he doesn't speak, he can really suffocate him to death. Sometimes, however, his nonsense, which seems to be car exhaust, can really get unexpected miracles.

The fat man woke up Uncle Li with a word, and saw his old man kick at the fat man's knee, and the fat man knelt down in response, and Uncle Li stepped on the fat man's shoulder, jumped up with his strength, and dragged the red cloud, and jumped to the whirlpool where the Japanese soldier's dried corpse emerged.

Uncle Li is really smooth these days, not to mention that the fat man and I are dumbfounded, even the Mo Evil Son and Mo Fei, who have been hugging their arms and watching the excitement on the side, have not come back to their senses for a while, and when they wake up, Uncle Li is already standing by the whirlpool.

And the dried corpses of the Japanese soldiers were indeed led to the whirlpool like flies smelling rotten eggs.

"Li Shiqi, you are just delaying a little time, is there still a way for you to send these old evil ghosts who have been released back to the Ghost Gate?" Mo Fei was not surprised, and seemed to have already calculated Uncle Li's helplessness.

"Hmph, the reason why you little characters of the evil devil can't become the climate is because the private word in your heart is infinite, so you never know that there are still people in this world who sacrifice their lives to feed tigers and take righteousness."

When Uncle Li said these words, he was righteous and awe-inspiring, and there was no shadow of that obscene charlatan, so that my blood was gushing and the corners of my eyes were moist. The fat man on the side also tilted his head and opened his mouth widely, stretched out his right thumb and gestured: "Uncle Li, it's too awesome!" ”

At this moment, Mo Feiming also sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly gathered his energy, preparing to use the blood mist to drive the Japanese army to kill us again, in order to complete the procedure of reviving the evil spirits in their bodies with blood.

However, Uncle Li has already made a preemptive strike.

I saw that Uncle Li threw off the clothes on his body, revealing a blood-red dry slimming board, and the front and back of the heart were painted with golden images of separation. No, the hexagram actually came out from under Uncle Li's skin, obviously those hexagrams are in Uncle Li's **, God Jesus Avatar, what kind of kung fu is Uncle Li, it's too dazzling.

Subsequently, Uncle Li used the red air mass as the carrier, meditated cross-legged, and harnessed the red air mass suspended above the whirlpool, and the gathering soul of Leng Qifeng, which had been spinning wildly? It's the same as the **, and it fell to the ground.

"Ahh Mo Fei's life was like seeing his wife sleeping on someone else's bed, and when he screamed, he was about to rush over and fight with Uncle Li.

"Stop," Uncle Li interrupted, "Let me tell you, before I came, I had swallowed the Blood Sand and the Heavenless Slashing Rune, and now, my physical body is the best magic weapon, enough to seal this ghost gate?" ”

"But, how do you cast a spell, do you cut the arteries and sprinkle the blood on the bodies of these ghost legions? Surely you have that much time? "Mo Feiming's red eyes have already inspired a small spark similar to a spark, and it seems that this grandson is really in a hurry.

"Hahaha, that's why I say, you always think that there will be no one in this world who is willing to give his life to take out evil and uphold justice. Today, I'm going to open your eyes. ”

"Uncle Li, what are you going to do? Don't mess around. "I listened to Uncle Li's words, how to figure out what was wrong, Uncle Li's posture seems to be like Dong Cunrui's top explosives bag, what's the situation?

"Xiao Kai, Yifei, remember Uncle's words, life to the source is not fate, the snow moves the cold plum bitter love knife, run to the tunnel, fast." After Uncle Li finished saying the inexplicable two wonderful sentences, he suddenly asked us to hurry to the tunnel.

I was stunned, and before I could react, the fat man wiped away his tears and pulled me into the underground passage.

Before entering the underground passage, I subconsciously glanced back at Uncle Li, who looked at us with a relieved expression and pressed an object in his hand.

A golden light accompanied by a huge wave of air and dust rushed towards us, pushing me and the fat man into the underground passage at once. In the moment when I lost my instincts, I suddenly heard Mo Fei's angry voice: "Damn, this old ghost has explosives strapped to his body!" ”

After that, I entered a state of chaos, as if I saw the little girl with the blue lantern again. This time, though, she used an old-fashioned blue silk umbrella to cover me and the fat man.

Oh, little sister, why are you crying?