Watching the inexplicable evolution from a horror movie to an eight-o'clock drama in front of him, the god stick said that his worldview collapsed.

What about revenge? What about horror visuals? I've changed my pants, so you're going to show me this?

What is the difference between you and those domestic horror movies now?

Just as the divine stick was shattered, Lin Tian's voice sounded again.

"They are all excellent actors, how many actors does the Oscars owe over the years. ”

Listening to Lin Tian's words, the god stick looked at him inexplicably, indicating that he could understand every word of his words.

But together, why can't you understand a word?

"Just now, my brother didn't hesitate to pierce the heart for my sister, and next, it's time for my sister to sacrifice herself to save her brother. ”

Ignoring the puzzled expression of the magic stick, Lin Tian was like a narrator of a drama, talking about the next direction of the plot.

In fact, under the action of a magical force, Lin Tiannezha and the god stick at this moment are indeed like watching a 3D version of the movie.

Because, although the thing happened right in front of me, I don't know why, the three people who were racing turned a blind eye to the three of them, and even seemed to have forgotten their existence.

However, for Lin Tian's words, the god stick was skeptical.

"What, don't you believe it? A million, bet or not?"

After a little hesitation, while the woman named Cui Yingyi recovered from the confusion caused by the sudden shock, screaming and rushing to her husband to take her husband into her arms, the god stick gritted her teeth and took out the checkbook, and swiped a check for one million.

"Bet!"

Small gambling pleasure, big gambling hurting the body, and the canopy is in ashes.

It's just a million, and he can afford to gamble.

However, as soon as he handed the check, the next moment, he regretted it.

"You...... You evil ghost, you have killed your father and killed so many relatives.

We've avoided you to get here, why...... Why won't you let us go?"

Cui Yingyi's eyes had tears falling down, and she didn't know whether it was because of sadness or fear, her whole face looked a little distorted.

Now that your brother is dead, I don't want to steal my life, come on, kill me!"

Cui Yingyi looked crazy, looking bent on death.

However, Anya just glanced at her indifferently and did not hurt the killer.

Drops of blood and tears dripped from her eyes and dripped on An Jianguo's body.

"Brother, Xiaoya is already dead, and she doesn't care about dying again.

Promise me, you have to live well and live well for Xiaoya. ”

Bits and pieces of the year flashed through my mind.

At the age of eight, I received my first doll made by my brother, and I smiled like a fool who got the whole world.

At the age of ten, he ran out with his brother for the first time, and when he came home, he saw his brother being tied up and beaten by his father, grinning with pain, and smiling at himself so that he should not worry.

I snorted and laughed, laughing and laughing..... And he cried.

At the age of twelve, under the control of his parents, his brother took his sister-in-law, and hid in his room alone and cried for a long, long time, like a child who has lost his beloved toy.

At the age of thirteen, my brother became a father for the first time, and he held his little nephew, carefully like his brother holding himself when he was a child.

At the age of fifteen, my sister-in-law saw her diary and wanted to talk to her.

At the age of fifteen, the night of the blood moon stained the earth red.

At the age of fifteen, my brother stood in front of his grave, crying like a helpless child.

At the age of fifteen, weeds grew on the grave, and my brother was pulling the grass while crying out sorry in tears.

At the age of fifteen, her brother is old, but she has frozen time forever.

......

How many fifteen years have passed?

Twenty-nine, or thirty?

I can't remember.

is still fifteen years old, his face is already good, and his face is full of wrinkles, finally got out of his cowardice, compensated himself with his life, and washed away his grievances with blood.

"Brother, promise me to live well. ”

With his hand to his mouth, he opened his mouth and spat out a bead that radiated a holy light.

"Ghost Pill!"

The god stick blurted out.

That's right, this bead, which exudes holy, angelic brilliance, has a name that does not match its image, the Oni Dan.

Perhaps it is the darkest thing in the world, the collection of all murder weapons and resentment-ghosts, the source of their power, the ghost pill, but it is such a sacred appearance without a trace of filth.

The ghost pill, the source of the power of ghosts, is also the foundation of the existence of ghosts.

Without the ghost pill, the ghost thing will be weak and no longer have a trace of strength, and it will slowly disappear into this world because of the retreat of power, and the soul will be scattered.

In addition to providing power for ghosts, the ghost pill also has another role that people are eager to seek - to rejuvenate their lives.

Yes, the ghost pill can renew the life of a person, and the more powerful the ghost, the stronger the effect of the ghost pill.

Of course, there is a premise for all this - this ghost pill was given by that ghost willingly, without the slightest resistance.

Only in this way can the ghost pill play the role of renewing life and rejuvenating the soul.

And at this moment, the female ghost named Anya took out her ghost pill and fed it to An Jianguo's mouth without the slightest hesitation.

As soon as the ghost pill came into contact, it instantly disappeared into An Jianguo's mouth, and at the same time, An Jianguo's bloodless face began to recover a few dividends.

The wound on his chest, which was bleeding from the drawing of his saber, began to revive at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"This ......"

Looking at this scene, the god stick regretted wanting to slap his mouth.

Why are you so cheap? Why do you have to bet with that kid!

Why can't you control your own hands?

It's just that no one cares about the performance of the god stick.

The two people who can remember his existence are watching the bitter drama in front of them with relish.

And the three leading actors of the bitter drama, under the interference of Lin Tianyi's law power, would not notice their existence at all.

Raising her head to look at Cui Yingyi, Anya was so weak that even the action of raising her head almost exhausted her whole body.

"Promise me...... After he woke up...... Take care of ...... Poof!"

Lifting the strength of her whole body, Anya confessed her last words before her soul flew away.

At this moment, she doesn't love or hate anymore, her soul is gone, what can't she let go of these grievances?

It's a pity that the object of her last words didn't seem to listen to her explanation.

Therefore, while she was laboriously speaking, without waiting for her last words to be explained, a dagger engraved with strange runes in unknown blood, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, stabbed into her Heavenly Spirit Cover from top to bottom.

With a "poof", Anya opened her mouth and spat out a large amount of black mist, as if squirting a mouthful of blood.

Looking up at the woman who had plunged the dagger into her celestial spirit cover, Anya's eyes were filled with disbelief.

It seems that I don't understand why at this moment, this woman still has to kill herself.

Myself...... I'm about to be gone!

Myself...... I can't do any harm to her anymore!

With this doubt in mind, starting from the Heavenly Spirit Gai, Anya's ghost body dissolved, turned into a cloud of ghost energy, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

ps: The third update, please recommend!