After the completion of the T City Workers' Gymnasium, the utilization rate is very high, but the equipment in it is top-notch, and there is basically no damage. Therefore, the maintenance tool storage room built above the stadium is rarely visited, and it has become a paradise for rats. No matter what kind of place, there are always such small things, they are tenacious and very capable of life.

When Wang Bingying was stuffed into the storage room with a gold knife, it was dark and she was in a trance, and she didn't notice the environment in the storage room at all. She opened a small crack in the door and peeked out at the golden knife to deal with the skin ghost, always careful and careful, and the fear made her dare not make any extra movements. But for women, there is something that surpasses the existence of death, which is ten thousand times more terrible than a ghost! And this kind of thing happens to have a nest in the storeroom, not one, but a nest.

This kind of thing, naturally, is a fat mouse.

Wang Bingying watched intently as the Painted Skin Ghost approached the hell passage reflected in the gossip mirror, and her whole mind was focused on the Painted Skin Ghost, so she didn't notice that the nest of rats had come out of hiding and was circling around her. The smell of perfume on her body, as well as the ornaments she wore for the show, filled the nest of rats with curiosity. The rats sniffed hard with their noses beside Wang Bingying, and the last swarm crawled on her.

Seeing that the painted skin ghost was about to enter a black hole and return to hell, Wang Bingying's tense heart was also slightly relaxed, and only then did she have time to pay attention to her own problems. What is that itchy feeling?

A woman coldly shows that she is crawling with rats, what do you think will happen?

This is a question for Wang Bingying. The answer was frantic yelling and slapping out of the storage room. This litter of rats makes a living in the gymnasium by eating snacks thrown by people. Seeing more humans, they don't feel afraid. But Wang Bingying rushed outside. Still shouting so frantically, reaching out and slapping their bodies, the rats suddenly jumped back to the storage room. They are not afraid of humans, but they are afraid of being exposed to open places, which is insecure.

The mice on her body have run out, and Wang Bingying is still slapping and shouting wildly, dancing with her hands, making people think she is convulsing. This went on for a few minutes until Wang Bingying got tired. Running out of strength, she slowly stopped. That's when she felt something was wrong, an eerie silence, an inexplicable aura of tension and fear.

Wang Bingying came back to her senses, and suddenly secretly screamed in her heart. The golden knife persuaded the Paintworm, and anyone could see that it had reached a critical juncture just now, and the Paintworm was only one step away from being swallowed by the black hole and returning to hell. But when Wang Bingying interrupted it like this, it broke free from the suction of the black hole and retracted its hands from the black hole. A pair of eyes stared straight at Wang Bingying's left hand, flashing with a dangerous light.

Wang Bingying lowered her head and saw that the rune paper on her palm had been thrown off at some point, and the wound cut by the Mao Jin knife was constantly oozing blood. She didn't know that this delicious virgin blood was an irresistible temptation for the Paint-Skin. But she knew that the situation was very bad at the moment. She interrupted the process of the Paintghost's return to Hell, and the Painttooth continued to stay in the world, and the people who were eaten by it were not all killed by her?

The Paintboy slowly floated down from the air. After falling to the ground, he walked straight to Wang Bingying. Wang Bingying clenched her hands tightly, turned around and wanted to escape. The pressure on the Painter is too great, and it is a kind of fear from the soul.

"Don't move!" Mao Jindao shouted softly. "Chick, don't move, come over to me slowly, do you see that ink coil? Walk in slowly, don't run around. ”

Wang Bingying trembled and walked to the ink coil mentioned by Mao Jindao, and the painting ghost followed, but stopped next to the ink coil, and it looked at the ink lines that were wound into many circles on the ground, and suddenly became crazy, and shouted with teeth and claws. Mao Jindao ran to Wang Bingying's side, handed her a pitch-black wooden stick and said, "You stand in this circle and don't move, I'll go out to deal with it, and remember to see my signal to throw Sha Huashi out!" ”

After saying that, Mao Jindao walked out of the ink coil with a spell in his hand, and Wang Bingying opened her mouth behind her to ask what the signal was? However, as soon as the golden knife stepped out of the ink coil, it immediately fell apart with the painted skin ghost, which was completely two extremes from the gentle drizzle just now. The Painted Skin Ghost just lost the memory of his previous life, not a stupid monster with zero IQ, the Golden Knife used its defenselessness at the beginning, not only clever words to tempt, but also used spiritism to confuse the soul, which can coax the Painted Skin Ghost to almost drill into the black hole of hell in a daze.

was interrupted by Wang Bingying like this, and the painted skin ghost was already sober, and it has become a luxury to want to take it down without blood. He knew very well that the current Painted Skin Ghost had burst out with cruel resentment and ferocity, and there was no other way to deal with it but to fight. And Wang Bingying's fragrant virgin blood made the painted skin crazy, but the golden knife firmly blocked her in front of her, protecting her tightly. Therefore, if the skin ghost wants to eat Wang Bingying, he can only kill the Mao Jin Dao first.

A person and a ghost are like thunder and fire, and they will be inseparable as soon as they meet. The Painted Skin Ghost has eaten so many people, although it has the appearance of a human being, but it has also lost the ephemerality of a powerful ghost, and its advantage is that it is infinitely powerful and invulnerable. The gold knife is flexible, and there are many props, such as charms, willow branches, glutinous rice, dog blood, Buddha beads, peach wood swords, etc., as long as the legendary things that can ward off evil spirits, he has everything here, I really don't know how he got so many things.

The battle was fierce, the huge 1ed light box was smashed, and the thunder and fire that exploded from time to time knocked out many large holes in the cement brick wall. On the surface, Mao Jindao and the painted skin ghost are evenly divided, but he knows that if he continues to stalemate like this, he will definitely die. The Paintskin Ghost has given up on the erratic ghost and turned into a flesh and blood body of infinite strength, which sounds like it has become easier to deal with. But in fact, its flesh and blood are all condensed from the flesh and blood that devoured humans, not only is the skin rough and the flesh thick and durable, but more importantly, even if it destroys its body, it will not do any damage to its body at all.

The gold knife can maintain the balance on the surface, all thanks to his endless props, but no matter how many things he prepares, when he runs out, the energy of the skin ghost is endless. When his props are depleted, that's when he dies. The Painted Skin Ghost also seemed to realize that the Ujin Knife could not hurt it at all, and it went on a rampage, making it unbearable to chase the wolf after the Ujin Knife.

In the process of fighting, a person and a ghost intentionally or unintentionally bypassed the ink coil where Wang Bingying was, and Wang Bingying stood in the circle and rubbed her hands anxiously. The big scenes that can only be seen in movies in the past are now real in front of her, and although the ending of the fight is a matter of life and death, she still has a fresh and exciting feeling. She clenched the cyan swasa stone in her hand, trying to calm herself down, the swasa stone shimmered red, and the light flickered and flickered, as if it was echoing the gossip bronze mirror floating in the sky.

The props in the hands of the golden knife began to be stretched thin, and the situation slowly spread in the direction that was not in his favor. The Painted Skin Ghost regained its senses at this time, and only then did it show its cunning nature, it pressed the gold knife unhurriedly, but it did not relax all the time, it was like a patient angler, constantly dragging the gold knife with a fishing hook, and kept consuming the energy of the gold knife.

Mao Jin Dao is panicked but not chaotic, and every time at a critical juncture, he can always get out of danger in a millimeter and pass by death. He is like a butterfly wearing flowers, circling around the skin ghost quickly, and from time to time he uses thunder charms and other evil magic weapons to give the skin ghost a ruthless. The human form that the painted skin ghost finally condensed into was almost blown into a broken sack by the gold knife, his flesh and blood were blurred, one of his eyes fell off, there was no good skin on his body, and it was full of traces of smoke and fire.

For any person, being beaten like this is definitely dead and can't die anymore, but for the Paintboy, such an injury is not even a tickle. It didn't even feel the slightest pain, and even if the shell was shattered, it would have been able to reunite with just a few more people. Slowly, the Painter began to intensify his attacks on the Ujin Knife, because it was hungry and tired of playing. (To be continued!)

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