You go back and tell Gao Zhengdao, I will come again. The departing Ma Yidao suddenly dropped this sentence, and the sound was like a bell, deafening.

God, it will be related to the righteous path, Fuka's surprise is not trivial, I really didn't expect Ma Yidao to drop such a sentence.

You guys...

Before they had time to say anything, they had already gone away with a knife from the horse.

Fuka didn't have time to discern anything for a while, and left the locust tree with some sadness, in his opinion, all the mysteries can only be explained by the righteous way, but the righteous path is still in the hospital, and he seems a little powerless at the moment.

The journey back was a bit heavy, and it looked like they would be back, at least the gut told Fuqua that it wasn't over, and that it wasn't that simple.

Fuqua thought about it, and he didn't know how long he had been gone.

Entering the building, Fucca cautiously ascended the stairs, the building was much more deserted, and it seemed that he was the only one left in the whole building.

Soon came to the dormitory, there were a lot of sundries on the ground, hindering Fuca's footsteps, rarely taking care of it on weekdays, once it was a holiday, it was even more allowed to develop, this is good, but the feet are going to suffer.

I don't know if it was because I ran into something, or if I didn't move lightly enough, but at this moment, Foca heard the movement, which came from behind him.

Fuka looked back very sensitively, probably because the sky had darkened, and he fell into a confusion in front of him in an instant, just when Fuqua felt slightly strange, a hand shadow instantly appeared in front of him, black, vague and unclear, Fuqua instinctively stretched out his hand, and wanted to grab it, but his leg had frozen at some point, and he almost collapsed.

Who... Who... Fuqua shouted with some alarm.

—I -is-ghost-

Suddenly, a strange and somewhat eerie voice came, and Fuqua held his breath, sure that it was the shadow that had come from.

I was so scared that Fuka almost cried and laughed because he had already recognized the voice.

It's a little familiar, but I can't remember for a while, who is it, playing with me? Hmph, I'll play with you to the end.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, or for some other reason, Foqua found that his leg was already healed.

-Yes -I -just-is-ghost--The other party obviously didn't see Fuca's intentions, and even talked even more unsatisfied.

-ghost-will-speak-person-talk-?Fuca deliberately learned the other's voice.

-I-Want-Eat-You-

-Eat-I-I-Good-Afraid-Ah-

-Ha-ha-I'm afraid-just-good-you-wait-I-eat-you--

-You-to-the-end-is-what-ghost-I-too-to-eat-you-Fuca deliberately lowered his voice, sounding even more terrifying than the other party.

What do you say again, I. . . I am ... I-yes-ghost-ah- Fuca seemed to have shocked the other party, only to see that the tone of the other party's speech had changed significantly.

If you don't say yes, I'm going to be polite this time. Fuqua didn't want to give the other party a chance to breathe anymore.

You... You're saying, what.

Hell, I'm going to subdue you.

Subdue me, haha, I'm a ghost, aren't you afraid?

Mr. Ghost, I'm going to let Yang Mo spit out ghosts.

What do you say?

Yang Mo was a hero who subdued ghosts with saliva in ancient times, you don't know, it's too lonely and unheard.

No, what are you going to do?

Fuka really didn't expect that the ghost would have a panicked time, and it seemed that his plan was about to succeed.

Mr. Ghost, of course I want to use Yang Mo to spit out ghosts.

Haha, I'm not afraid, it's not going to work for me.

Okay, so let's try? Fuqua obviously couldn't resist his desire to try it.

No?

I'm going to throw up.

No?

Suddenly, a burst of saliva flew by.

Are you throwing up?

This trick really worked, and the ghost was instantly exposed.

Haha, Mr. Ghost, you're exposed.

Damn, I didn't expect you to find out like this.

Mr. Ghost didn't expect that, right?

I really didn't expect that if you won, I will admit defeat.

How do you know it's me?

I didn't, I didn't know it was you.

Then you are still ...

Actually, I'm tempting, you can't fool me, who am I, you don't look at it, did you deceive me, but then again, even if you're smart, I was really startled by you when I just came in.

You're too bad, aren't you, are you really throwing up?

If that's not the case, how can you not confess yourself, since it's exposed, let's talk about it?