In the face of the stubborn imp, the anger in my heart is incomprehensible, but just when I was about to pinch the little guy to death, an unexpected situation suddenly appeared.

At that time, the little ghost's body suddenly "creaked" and moved, and then its limbs and body quickly split apart, becoming four separate parts.

As if they had a life of their own, those four parts wandered around like worms in the house as soon as they left their bodies, quickly escaping my control.

Seeing the little ghost play the advanced trick of "disintegration of the heavenly demons", I fell into extreme depression all of a sudden.

This is when things get complicated.

For a while, the porcelain, photos and various tourist souvenirs that I had collected for a long time, plus Zhao Shuihe's cosmetics, incense and underwear flew everywhere, and they were all thrown by the hands and feet of the little ghost, slamming them into my body, making me embarrassed and heartbroken.

In the midst of such frantic smacking, I watched my room turn into ruins, watching the four meandering things jump up and down and destroy like crazy.

In the end, brother was furious!

With irrepressible anger and the determination of the anti-aircraft guns to fight the mosquitoes, I used a force in my arm to pinch and explode the body in my palm that was still gnawing at my tiger's mouth, along with the skull, and then ran quickly towards the limbs that were swimming in all directions.

In my swift attack, the four rabbits dodged as quickly as wolves, taking advantage of their slender bodies, some dodging my TV, some under my bed, and some into the wardrobe that had been filled in after the water lotus.

In the escape of the scattered ghosts, I didn't let go of any of them, and there was no need to let go.

With irrepressible anger, I shot out angrily, the little hand hiding in the wardrobe, I broke it together with the wardrobe, and hid it in the TV, I used the bedside table to directly smash the TV series to pieces......

In the end, under my frantic onslaught, the four arms, legs and feet that had destroyed my body eventually turned into pools of blood, flowing quietly in front of me.

Eventually, when the red in my eyes subsided and everything calmed down, I was out of breath...... By the way, I also demolished the house.

Facing the scarred home, Zhao Haipeng and the others were stunned, and the fourth child and Chen Shimei, who was still deprived of oxygen, were even more on the ground, asking what happened one after another.

Listening to their questioning, I sat on the side of the bed, shook my head at the blood on the ground and said, "Nothing happened, I just went crazy!"

As I spoke, I glanced up at the time again, and was stunned to find ...... From the time I broke my chopsticks to the mess in the place, it only took me more than ten seconds.

Looking at this "result", I sincerely sighed in my heart, the power of this bamboo poem is really bullish, a chopstick for a few seconds, this so-called extremely difficult "five fallen ghost fetuses" was bombarded and even the scum was left, during which even if the guy used an inexplicable disintegration technique, but basically had no ability to fight back.

But...... The firepower of this little bamboo poem is really a bit excessive.

After venting my eyes, I knew that my home had been completely ruined, and that all the previous decorations were not only completely ruined, but I was afraid that I would have to pay extra money to clean up the battlefield.

In desperation and grief, I covered my face and shook my head and said, "Too...... Brutal. ”

As I spoke, Chen Shimei had also been relieved, and the woman sat on the ground, looking at the pool of cautious blood on the ground, and shook her head in pain and said, "Child...... My child, dead ......"

Although the ghost fetus almost killed Chen Shimei, as a mother, she didn't blame the little ghost at all, and such a scene was extremely sour and helpless in my eyes.

Faced with such a situation, I hurriedly explained to Chen Shimei: "It's okay, you're still young, and you're still ...... There is a chance. ”

Listening to my persuasion, Chen Shiliu still said melancholy: "But that's my child, five times ......"

Chen Shimei's successive attitudes made me very helpless, but at this time, Zhao Haipeng took over the conversation and said to Chen Shimei: "Your child is not dead! You don't have to be too sad." ”

With Zhao Haipeng's words, all of us looked in his direction, with surprise and expectation on our expressions.

In this anticipation, Zhao Haipeng stood up with a smile, and then picked up a sheet from the bed.

The sheet in Zhao Haipeng's hand was white and clean, and Lao Zhao held it in his hand, torn it into a square about a foot long and held it in his hand.

After taking the sheet, Lao Zhao smiled slightly and infected the white sheet in the puddle of "mud" that was already blurred by the ghost's flesh and blood, and then picked it up with his hand and showed it to Chen Shimei.

In Zhao Haipeng's smile, he continued: "Look at what is on this quilt list. ”

With Zhao Haipeng's words, all of us looked at the white cloth sheet in Zhao Haipeng's hand, and then ...... Stunned.

It turned out that the sheet was stained with the blood of the fetal spirit, and the blood was crooked, and the bright red actually showed a distorted smiling face.

Zhao Haipeng held a smiling face in his hand and said to Chen Shimei: "See, the child is still smiling, which means that he still likes you, and what was killed by Huo Sansi just now is just its anger." ”

After speaking, Zhao Haipeng folded the piece of cloth wrapped in a blood-colored smiling face, handed it to Chen Shimei and said: "Take it well, if you still want it, put this thing in a jar, soak it in rice wine, and burn it when you are pregnant again, if you don't want it, then burn it directly." ”

After saying this, Lao Zhao added again: "Of course, I still hope that you will keep it, after all...... If it's yours, you can't drive it away, and if it's not yours, you can't ask for it. ”

Listening to Zhao Haipeng's instructions, Chen Shimei, who had just recovered from another false alarm, nodded, and held the blood-stained cloth with both hands.

After dealing with the matter of Chen Pomegranate and the ghost fetus spirit, it was natural for all of us to focus our attention on Zhao Shuihe again.

At that time, Zhao Haipeng quickly wiped off the traces of the king on the top of the unconscious Shui He's head, and sprinkled some water on her face.

When these steps were completed, Lao Zhao stretched out his hand, measured Shui He's breathing, and then said to us with relief: "It should be no problem, it is estimated that you will be able to wake up in a while." ”

And just after Zhao Haipeng made his own judgment, Shui He coughed a few times at the same time, as if in order to echo Lao Zhao's words, and his eyes gradually opened.