Mao Jindao couldn't help but say that he had fished Wang Bingying's hand, and before she could react, he cut a thin wound in her palm, and blood flowed out instantly. Wang Bingying screamed softly in pain and said angrily, "What are you doing?" ”

"Your virgin flesh has a great attraction to the Painted Skin Ghost," said the Golden Knife with a blank expression, "so let your smell spread, and it will come to you when it smells you." ”

Wang Bingying's cheeks were crimson, and she took a sip and said, "How can there be someone like you, and you don't say hello to others, it hurts, you know?" ”

Mao Jindao stood on the edge of the light box, looked down and said with a solemn expression: "You quickly hide in this tool storage room, the painter is coming." ”

Wang Bingying stood beside Mao Jindao in disbelief, followed his eyes, and the scene in front of her suddenly made her sit on the ground with a scream, and she didn't recover for a long time. At this time, there was no longer a living person in the stadium below, it had become a large slaughterhouse, and it was also a human purgatory, countless bloody corpses were stacked into a pile, and the stadium was full of blood, broken corpses, white bones, and blood-stained intestine-like things, densely like spider webs floating over the stadium.

The terrifying Paintskin Ghost has completely evolved into a human form, its eyes, ears, mouth and nose are very clear, and its body is **, and its skin is shining with blood-red light. This thing looks quite handsome, if it weren't for the bloodstains on its body and the bloody mouth that keeps chewing human flesh, no one would have thought that this is a terrible ghost who eats countless people!

Wang Bingying's brain went blank, and the beating of her heart was very rapid, and it seemed to be the only sound she could hear. She really didn't expect the gymnasium to become like this. So many people's corpses, white bones. The hellish scene of Shura made her almost unable to breathe.

Her screams echoed far over the silent arena. The strange thing is that she and Mao Jindao argued so loudly before, but there was no movement at all. The Paintskin's ears moved, and it sniffed hard, then got up from the ground, threw away half of the corpse in his hand, and twitched its nose as slowly approaching the light box like a dog looking for food.

The golden knife lifted Wang Bingying's shoulder, stuffed her into the tool room, and picked up a yellow rune paper and pasted it in the palm of her hand. Whispered, "You stay here and don't move, don't make a sound." As long as I scream, 'Soul to hell'! You just rushed out and threw the swashiker at the ghost, remember? ”

Wang Bingying was like sleepwalking, her face was sluggish, her spirit was greatly stimulated, and she couldn't hear Mao Jindao's words at all. Mao Jindao looked back and looked out, an anxious look appeared on his face, and he shook Wang Bingying's shoulder, trying to wake her up. But Wang Bingying only knew that she was sitting stupidly, with a blank expression and empty eyes.

"Little girl, the soul is back!" An imperceptible coldness flashed in Mao Jindao's eyes, and he slapped Wang Bingying's Heavenly Spirit Gai and shouted.

Wang Bingying was slapped with a gold knife. The whole person was excited, and he wanted to stand up with a pop. Unexpectedly, this storage room usually only holds some maintenance tools, and the inside is low and narrow. Her head "slammed" against the masonry on top, and she groaned in pain.

Mao Jindao sighed helplessly. hurriedly said, "Little girl, don't be afraid. Remember what I say, and remember, watch me do what I do! ”

After saying that, Mao Jindao turned around and walked out of the storeroom, and closed the door casually outside. Wang Bingying was stunned for a long time, and suddenly thought of a question, what is the signal? She was frightened just now that the fugue space soul was not possessed, and she didn't hear what Mao Jindao was saying at all, he seemed to vaguely mention some signal, but what was the signal?

If you don't know the signal, if you delay the big thing and let the Paintskin Ghost escape, wouldn't it be a big disaster? Wang Bingying was in a hurry, and she wanted to go out and ask about the signal of the golden knife, but when she opened a crack in the door, her whole body froze.

In the light box outside, the bewitching painted skin ghost had slowly climbed up and was standing opposite the golden knife. A suffocating feeling of fear permeated, making Wang Bingying's hands and feet numb, she couldn't help but tremble, and she didn't have the courage to push the door open anyway. Mao Jindao quietly walked slowly to the center of the formation that had been arranged for a long time, looked at the painted skin ghost and said, "Have you recovered your memory?" ”

The Painted Skin Ghost looked straight at the Golden Knife, this person was not afraid at all, which made it curious. It said word by word in a strange voice: "Remember, remember, no, you, know, Tao, me, who?" ”

"No memory? So where did you get your sanity? Mao Jindao frowned and said, "Of course I know who you are, and I also know where you came from and how you came from. ”

"I, who? From, where, from? The Painted Skin Ghost asked with a confused expression.

Mao Jindao was silent for a moment, took out a small and delicate gossip bronze mirror and held it in his hand, he had words in his mouth, and lit three runes of paper and covered the bronze mirror one after another. When the three rune papers were burned, the bronze mirror looked solemn and shining, and he raised the bronze mirror to shine a small pillar of light in the air. All the facilities in the gymnasium had been destroyed, the night sky was pitch black, and the light reflected by the pillar of light illuminated by the bronze mirror from nowhere, straight straight to the sky, like a powerful laser, seemingly endless.

The pillar of light flickered a few times, stabilized it, and the golden knife casually threw the gossip bronze mirror into the air, and the bronze mirror floated in mid-air, completely violating gravity. He said cautiously: "In your previous life, you were a corrupt official, you were burned alive for a treasure, and then your soul was suppressed under the pagoda, and after thousands of years of suffering, you continued to devour your soul and evolve yourself. Now you're a paint-skinned ghost, below the red ghost and above the green ghost, you have to stay in Senluo Hell, and you shouldn't come to the world to cause trouble. You see, this is the passage of the gates of hell, and you just need to go to this pillar of light, and you can go back to hell, back to where you are supposed to go, and the world is not where you should be. ”

Mao Jindao stretched out his hand and pointed at the pillar of light reflected by the Bagua Bronze Mirror, the originally bright and golden pillar of light instantly turned black, it was the kind of darkness that almost wiped out everything, and even the darkness that could swallow the night! It was no longer a pillar of light, but a black hole. The painted skin ghost looked at the black hole, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, it trembled a few times, and said inarticulately: "No return, difficult, uncomfortable, no, food, you, food, I eat." ”

Like an evil uncle luring Lori to see a goldfish, he shook his head and said, "I can't eat it, my meat is sour." Listen to me, you belong to hell, and there are many fun things in hell, such as getting into the oil pot, cutting your tongue, peeling the skin and adding grass, why don't you go back and have fun? You're full now, go back and play, and come back when you're hungry to continue eating? ”

The skin ghost looked at the black hole reflected by the gossip mirror, and its movements seemed very hesitant, it stretched out its hand to touch the black hole, but when it was about to touch it, it quickly retracted its hand, like a cat playing with a ball of thread. Mao Jindao said step by step: "There are many powerful psychics in the world, if you don't go back, someone will definitely come to arrest you, and if they catch you, they will refine you into a horcrux." Not only will it wipe out your sanity, but it will imprison you forever. Hell is full of ghosts like you, and that is your paradise, so hurry up and go back, or you'll be too late to regret it when the psychic comes. ”

Mao Jindao coaxes a powerful ghost who eats countless people like a child! It's a fantasy to say, but it's unbelievable that this skin-painter actually listened to him! Wang Bingying, who was hiding in the storage room, saw this scene, and suddenly felt that her brain was a little insufficient, where is this, this is how the great psychic master subdues demons and catches monsters? Slightly sharp, right?

Under the coaxing and deception of the golden knife, the painted skin ghost slowly floated up, gradually approaching the black pillar of light. The black pillar of light began to rotate and expand, and in the blink of an eye, it became a whirlpool, and it sucked the painting skin ghost with a powerful suction. Mao Jindao looked solemn, and he didn't dare to look at the painted skin ghost, and smiled at it from time to time, so as not to make it anxious. Seeing that the two hands of the painted skin ghost had reached into the whirlpool, his head slowly approached the whirlpool, and his whole body was about to be devoured, but at this time, a scream suddenly came from the storage room where Wang Bingying was: "Ah! (To be continued!)

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