[When the sun appears, all filth will escape its holiness and scorching]

Fang Xing couldn't remember where he saw this sentence from.

However, this sentence is a good description of nuclear bombs.

Even if the Mary Sue's hair had reduced the power of the nuclear bomb to a range of only one kilometer, the shock caused by it could not be underestimated.

When the nuclear bomb exploded.

Fang Xing really had the illusion that it was dawn.

The light behind him directly pierced through the layers of black mist, bringing different warmth in this silent and dark night.

The old ghosts in the car hid themselves early, and no ghost dared to look at them directly.

In addition to the artist -

"Look!"

"This is the weapon crystallization of human intelligence!"

"How can this light not make the ghost unforgettable!"

"Ahh————————!!h

"I'm smoking!!"

Fang Xing had already taken over the drive, stretched out his hand and knocked down the old ghost who was dying to discuss the art of death, and rushed directly into an underground parking lot with one foot of the accelerator before slowly stopping.

Wait for the car to come to a complete stop.

Only then did the ghosts in the car dare to come forward.

The other old ghosts carried the artist out of the car.

There was a moment of silence, and no one spoke.

The ghost boss looked at the smoking artist and suddenly burst into tears.

"I knew he was a bit of a pervert."

"I didn't expect it to be so serious"

"It's just a matter of being a human being and dying, and being a ghost is still dying, isn't this a nerve!"

"It's all smoking!"

"Where can I find a doctor for the ghost!"

"Besides, I really don't know if to go to the emergency department or see a brain department first!"

The old ghost, the writer, stepped forward, looked at the artist who was still smoking, and patted the ghost boss on the shoulder with emotion and said:

"It's okay."

"Didn't we all have a memorial service?"

"If you open it again this time, it will get better and better."

"Wait until I prepare a memorial speech!"

The other ghosts all stood in a row in tacit understanding, holding guns and ammunition in their hands, and placed them in front of the artist one by one as if offering flowers.

Wen Ya was among them, holding a bazooka in her hand, with tears in her eyes.

After offering the bazooka, he turned around and hugged the beautiful female ghost and cried together.

The beautiful female ghost was also sad at first, but she hugged Wen Ya and laughed when she hugged her.

He even reached out and touched his gentle waist, and his expression began to become obscene.

"Hey...... It's so sad, hehe! ”

"Come, Wenya, hold me tight!"

"I comfort you!"

Fang Xing looked at the artist who seemed to be still twitching.

And look at the old ghosts that have begun to weep and mourn.

“…………”

The ghost boss wept as he sent things to the other ghosts.

Then start singing with your head:

[Brother, you go to Xitian Road, my sister will cut down trees for you, cut trees for you to make an old house, and the old house is covered with cotton mattresses]

[Brother Yo ~ I drop my brother, you live in the underworld ~]

Fang Xing: ............

Who can understand how explosive it is for a group of male voices to force themselves to sing female falsetto!!

Ghost crying wolf howl is really not an adjective!

"Next, we have a farewell ceremony again."

"Our artist, our dear friend, the house ghost we ate and lived with, has just passed away."

"Hum - uh - seventeen days!"

"Next, invite the artist's friends to come to the stage to pay their respects."

As soon as the old ghost finished speaking, the beautiful female ghost rushed up.

Looking at the smoking artist, he said very sincerely:

"Good death!"

"Thank you!"

"It's a dream come true!"

"Self-denial...... No, sacrificing yourself as a ghost is worthy of you! ”

Fang Xing stood by and watched, the expression on his face couldn't hold back!

Do you want to tell them that the artist is not dead, but that he is injured?

Looks like they're having a good time!

Wouldn't it be disappointing to know that the artist is not dead?

emmmm…………

Just when Fang Xing was pondering how to open his mouth more appropriately.

The artist who was being sent to the west by everyone finally woke up.

He spoke.

Scare the beautiful female ghost who is bowing!

The beautiful female ghost reacted immediately, screamed and threw herself into Wen Ya's arms, and began to humble.

"Woo woo, he's not dead yet, he's scared me to death!"

"Gentle and hug me!"

"It was too scary just now!"

Fang Xing silently looked at this scheming aluminum and copper, and didn't know what to say.

Since the artist is not dead but injured, this memorial service can only be suspended.

Yi Xing's understanding of the nuclear bomb in the world.

As long as you dodge the initial wave of influence, there will be no big deal in the future.

The other ghosts carried the artist into the car, got back into the car and began to blow to each other.

"You didn't see it, I was holding two AKs at the time, and I was shooting at the ghosts who rushed over, which was so cool!"

"Your AK can't do it at all, I'm holding a bazooka from beginning to end, it's a big piece at once, and that's what I want!"

"Huh~~Turn me over~~"

"What's that? I throw grenades in a bunch, not more powerful than a bazooka? ”

"It's really cool! I saw the ghosts hiding before, but this time I was angry! ”

"I just took a look, we still have a third of our weapons left, and we don't have to take a detour when we meet a ghost in the future!"

"That is, among the surrounding cities, our hearse has the least reputation, and who dares to underestimate us this time."

"Huh~~ You pretend not to leave me, help turn over, I want to pretend too!"

Back to the hotel.

Fang Xing shook his head slightly, feeling that something seemed to have been forgotten.

I still remember the use of nuclear bombs.

But why is it not so powerful?

Well......

Forgotten, it seems to be an unimportant thing.

This thought swiped in Fang Xing's mind, making Fang Xing no longer care about this matter.

The world mission is accomplished.

However, Fang Xing did not receive a reminder that the task was completely completed.

It seems that the world quest has nothing to do with the main quest.

I still need to wait for the plot line to end.

It won't take too long to believe.

After all, judging from the degree of perversion of the male protagonist Chen Weixing, it won't take long for him to make that corpse into a specimen.

I just don't know if the artist's corpse has decomposed like that, and whether it can withstand the toss.

Fang Xing thought as he walked into the elevator.

Soon, I returned to the floor where I lived.

However, Fang Xing did not open the suite he originally lived in this time.

Instead, he continued to walk forward and walked to the room where Yawen lived.

Reach for your room keycard.

【Didi】

The door opened.

As soon as Fang Xing entered the door, it was like returning to his own home, and he directly took off his shirt, and then took off his pants again.

Wearing big pants, he walked to the big bed and lay down without looking.

【Hum——】

The phone rings.

Fang Xing had no choice but to sit up, go back to find his pants, and get his mobile phone.

"Hey, Yawen, what's wrong?"

"Huh?"

"Am I in your room?"

"Don't be so easily misunderstood, didn't you say that this room has a better view, and you let me live here to thank me?"

"Then you go to my room to live, and you agree."

"Don't make me take advantage of others, be careful to sue you for slander!"

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