The other end of the live room.

It was the actions of the other two ghosts.

It's hard to separate.

They were reluctant not to look at the mustard boat, but they were also reluctant to look at the actions of the two newcomers.

The old man's name is Zhang Zhihai.

He died of lung cancer, and his weapon was a pipe given by Mustard, which was in line with the cause of his death.

The Soul Hook Lock is something that every black impermanence has.

These are all extra ghost weapons given by the mustard boat.

The pipe is smoked on weekdays, and when you get into a fight, it's something that sets off hellish fire at any time.

Zhang Zhihai smoked two puffs of cigarettes, and his task today is to bring a powerful ghost who has stayed in the world for a few years back to the underworld.

Over here.

Commonly known as the choice of the cross.

It's a life-and-death crossroads.

I heard that a female high school student was hit and killed by a drunk driver while crossing the street, and before she died, she stared viciously at the fleeing driver.

Three months later, the getaway driver was hit and killed by another drunk driver at that intersection.

And the driver who was killed in the end also stared viciously at the driver who hit him and escaped.

And so on.

This crossroads.

Six people have died.

The interval between months, half a year, a year, or more than ten days is not necessarily.

This intersection caused everyone to panic, and it was later demolished and rebuilt, but this strange omen still circulated.

Zhang Zhihai took a deep breath.

A puff of cigarette was spat out.

The smoke grew louder.

Shrouded in this crossroads.

The intersection where the car had just returned was silent.

Not a single car could be seen.

"Oh my God! Another trick? ”

"It's a scary atmosphere."

"Ahhh

Continue to popularize science in the barrage.

Mustard Boat looked at the screen in the underworld, holding his chin with one hand, eating melons and fruits.

……

The intersection was foggy, and before Zhang Zhihai entered the smoke, he held the pipe in his hand, and the four words on the high hat on his head suddenly turned blood red.

This proves that Black Impermanence has entered a combat state.

Through the smoke.

One in.

It's a different world.

It was foggy and black, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Zhang Zhihai still had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he glanced at the smoke, waved his hand, and the smoke dispersed.

A blood-red intersection appeared in the live broadcast room.

It seemed to be stained red with blood, and there was a trace of warm white gas emitting from it, and it was in the middle of the crossroads.

A girl in a school uniform collapsed in a pool of blood.

There was eerily silence around.

The girl who appeared to be lying in a pool of blood was particularly weird.

There was a glimmer of light in the pipe.

I saw the girl's head move, and then it spun in an extremely strange circle, her head turned three hundred and sixty degrees, and her hair fell out.

The sailors in the live broadcast room swallowed their saliva frantically,

Obviously, I was mentally prepared.

But the moment the girl opened her eyes.

Blood and tears flowed to the door of the brain.

"Ahh

I only heard such screams coming from many university dormitories, and even many people were scared to pee on the spot.

But no one laughed at them now.

After all, it's really too much.

"What the hell?" The girl was stunned.

There was a hint of incomprehension in the eyes of the non-eyed people.

"Tian Yi, you killed more than a dozen people, it's time to stop." Zhang Zhihai buckled the pipe, and the sparks in the pipe fell to the ground.

In an instant, the entire intersection was filled with fire.

"Damn it!" The girl stood up strangely, her whole leg broken, and rushed up strangely.

I want to fight to the death with Zhang Zhihai.

was grabbed by Zhang Zhihai with one hand.

Her facial features were deformed.

The surrounding hellfire also burned Tian Yi's body, and the burning sensation on her body made her miserable.

"Ahh Let me go! Let me go! ”

A scream resounded in the live broadcast room.

Zhang Zhihai still smiled, his voice was gentle, it was the unique kind voice of the elderly, it sounded gentle, but it was urgent.

It's chilling.

"Go to the eighteenth layer of hell and be sentenced to 130 years before you can be reincarnated."

Zhang Zhihai worked hard.

directly pinched Tian Yi's head, but fortunately, Tian Yi was a ghost, and he was sent to hell just as a wisp of green smoke.

The fire spreads.

The smoke from the burning became lighter and lighter.

Everyone watched the smoke dissipate little by little, and then the fire became weaker and weaker, and the traffic suddenly appeared, and the fire disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Zhihai took two puffs of cigarette leisurely.

With a smile, he opened the door of the underworld and walked in.

……

Zhou Linlang is a special ghost.

Or a special kind of black impermanence.

Her wheelchair was a weapon, and the book was the weapon that Mustard Boat had given her.

And the soul hook, she never used it.

The wheelchair is made of Xuantie, which itself has its own coercion, and that book is even more outrageous, if it is said that Ma Liang uses a pen to draw the world.

That book is Maleonn's drawing paper.

Anything drawn on it can become a real thing, but there is a big limit, it can only be a dead thing, and it can only be a thing from the underworld.

Dead things here don't refer to ghosts.

It's an item.

Originally, I liked this weapon Mustard Boat very much, but there were only 100 sheets of paper in that book, and she used one less at a time, and she couldn't draw well.

Zhou Linlang has studied art since he was a child.

It's just right for her.

Zhou Linlang's wheelchair walked unhurriedly, she lowered her head, pushed the frame, and concentrated on painting on the paper.

The barrage was stunned.

Is this here to hunt ghosts, or is it here to go shopping?

Zhou Linlang didn't know this, and even if she knew, she wouldn't have any reaction, she needed to concentrate on painting to complete the weapon she had always wanted to get.

"Sister, you see, it's a ghost in a wheelchair." My sister was hiding behind a tree, her blood-red hands still ticking blood.

My sister licked the blood from her fingertips.

"What's the panic? The two of us sisters killed not one or two ghosts. My sister didn't even lift her contemptuous eyelids.

The two ghosts have been running rampant and tyrannical in the small villages of the human world.

The village gradually stopped being inhabited, and in the past ten years, the village has been emptied, but there are still some unlucky people who like to find excitement and want to try their luck to the extreme.

If you don't die, you won't die.

This didn't allow them to catch a lone unlucky egg.

"This man is really old, and he doesn't taste good at all."

My sister has eaten people's hearts, but she is still not satisfied, but the essence of people has been sucked by her sister, and she can't help it. I can only eat this man's heart.

Smell the blood all around.

Zhou Linlang frowned and continued to scribble on the paper.

My sister couldn't help it, and quietly floated to a tree that was very close to Zhou Linlang's painting, and watched her paint.

My sister frowned, "You're not afraid of death, why are you running so close?" ”

My sister smiled, "Sister, look, is she drawing weapons?" It's weird, it's like two scythes are put together and placed upside down. She covered her mouth and snickered.

I saw Zhou Linlang draw the last stroke.

A flash of white light.

The weapon suddenly appeared in Zhou Linlang's hand, and the whole body was cold, black as obsidian.