Chapter 218: Blood is the lead, close the door and beat the dog
Looking at the resentful baby with a mouth full of fangs and biting into my belly, it scared me to the point that my whole body was half cold.
That fear was even more terrifying than when he came directly to bite me on the neck, and I didn't want to be a eunuch.
Make a knee between the limits, and want to push the resentful baby away.
But this thing was so agile that it hugged my knee in mid-air.
Although the body is small, the mouth is large.
When he opened his mouth, he bit me into the vital point under my belly, as if others were approving it.
This dog thing is really looking for a place.
In a moment, the good brother Mao Jing grabbed the long umbilical cord dragged by the resentful baby on the ground, pulled it away with a hard pull, and he took a sip.
The sound of fangs and fangs colliding sounded, and he bit the air, and then the danger was saved.
At this moment, the feeling of palpitations in my heart has never been better.
Mao Jing tugged on the umbilical cord and chopped it.
The resentful baby stretched out his small ghost claws and caught the sword hard.
I was also very angry, so I picked up the black umbrella and smashed it at the head of the resentful baby.
The resentful baby rolled over, cut the umbilical cord at the same time, and dodged to avoid it.
Two steps back, a disillusionment vanished into the mist.
I would love to rush in and kill him.
But reason tells me that the opportunity is gone, and impulsiveness will only lead to a miserable death.
You can only open the black umbrella to block the front, and quickly go backwards:
"Go back to the house!"
Mao Jing nodded and I quickly stepped back.
The resentful baby screamed in the mist, unable to determine his exact location.
Retreating to the door, Pan Ling was greeting us.
"Come inside!"
Mao Jing retreated as soon as possible, and even used a peachwood sword to directly cut his palm.
For such bloodthirsty things, the blood of living people is the easiest to irritate them.
He let the blood drip and drip it down the gate, dripping it into a path.
With that, we retreated into the room.
This room is a dining room, just a table and a few benches, relatively empty.
Charms have been put on the windows.
"Evil Suppression Net here, two!"
Pan Ling pointed to the evil net.
I nodded:
"You and Mao Jing use, I have a black umbrella."
The two of them also said "um" politely.
I was in the innermost part of the room with the evil cult suppression website, and I retreated behind the door.
If he dares to enter the house, I will close the door, close the door and beat the dog.
The room was so big, I saw how he was "disillusioned" and attacked us.
Therefore, I hid behind the door for the first time.
Mao Jing and Pan Ling held the evil net in their hands and retreated to the house.
Liang You's wife fell asleep in the corner.
Mao Jing had no intention of stopping the bleeding and let the blood continue to flow.
Even walked in front of Liang You's wife and cut his palm with a peachwood sword.
Let Liang You's wife also shed some blood.
Liang You's wife is the father of the resentful baby, and the blood of the immediate family can double the stimulation of the resentful baby.
Mao Jing's idea is very simple, that is, to use the bloody breath to constantly stimulate the resentful baby, which is to let him enter the house.
This method is also the best bait.
What to do now is to wait for the resentful baby to enter the house.
Outside the house, there was a constant roar of "woo woo".
Soon after we entered the house, I heard the sound of "squeaking" licking at the entrance of the house.
I looked through the crack in the door, but I couldn't see it all.
But a red head could be seen, constantly licking the blood dripping on the ground.
It's the resentful baby.
Every time he licked, he made a pleasant sound, and he was particularly excited.
After he licked some of the blood, he followed the blood that Mao Jing dripped on the ground, and kept licking forward.
The "squeaky" licking sound is creepy to hear.
Through the crack in the door, watch as the guy drags a long umbilical cord and walks as he licks it.
And his umbilical cord, which can continue to grow, looks extremely weird when held on the ground.
Just waiting for him to get close to our ambush room.
The hesitated, licked it, and just didn't move.
Lying on the ground, sniffing and pacing back and forth into the room.
I want to go in but I don't want to go in.
Although this ghost thing has no intelligence, it also has a strong instinct for a sense of crisis.
No, you have to draw him in.
I stood behind the door, glanced at Mao Jing, and made a gesture.
Motioned for him not to stand so far away, so that the resentful baby outside could see him directly.
Mao Jing immediately understood my intentions, and he didn't stand in the innermost part of the room, but walked directly to the door.
When looking at the resentful baby, the resentful baby becomes vigilant.
He let out a low roar of "woo woo" at Mao Jing.
Mao Jing directly threw away the peachwood sword in his hand and wiped it on his face and neck with a bloody hand.
Especially on the neck area, apply back and forth.
It was blood, hot blood.
Constantly smearing on the neck, that kind of appetite, makes it difficult to restrain the resentful baby.
This thing is known for its bloodthirstiness, eating ghosts and eating people.
When he was just born, he couldn't stand such a temptation at all.
The mouth opened slightly to reveal sharp teeth, and the blood-red tongue stuck out.
A drop of saliva dripped from his mouth.
That saliva is the same as ghost blood, it's just the essence of the ghost element, and it turns into black smoke and disappears when it lands.
"Want to eat me? Come on! ”
Mao Jing said coldly, showing his bloody palm.
The resentful baby couldn't stand this stimulation, and looked directly at Mao Jing's bloody palm.
"Eat, eat......"
He made two shrill sounds, and rushed directly towards Mao Jing in the room.
Blazing fast.
As soon as Mao Jing's eyes opened, he was about to dodge.
But the umbilical cord on his stomach flew out with a "bang".
A few "whoosh" sounds bound Mao Jing's dead entanglement.
"Poof" fell to the ground.
The resentful baby followed a leap and pounced on Mao Jing's body.
It was at this very moment.
I slammed the door shut, put a yellow charm on it, and blocked it in the room.
The Resentful Baby turned back sharply and saw that the gate was closed.
Before she could react, Pan Ling, who was on the other side of the room, raised her hand and threw two yellow talismans.
The handprints changed quickly, and a coquettish voice sounded:
"Haste as a law, edict!"
"Boom" twice, and the power of the spell vibrates.
The resentful baby was disillusioned and turned into a black mist and disappeared.
Then I heard a muffled "clang" from the window not far away, and the charm attached to it shone brightly.
With a scream of "ah", the resentful baby was directly catapulted and fell to the ground.
Pan Ling picked up the evil net and cast it all over the place.
The speed of the resentful baby is extremely fast, dodging and dodging, and climbing up the wall.
I quickly walked over, picked up the fishbone sword, and slashed at the resentful baby on the wall.
Mao Jing also got up for the first time, picked up the peachwood sword and the evil net.
I didn't stab the resentful baby with a few swords in a row.
Instead, he flew at me, and I raised my black umbrella to block.
The black umbrella erupted with a burst of black light, sending it flying.
"Now, see how you escape!"
I yelled and struck again.
The umbilical cord on the baby's belly jerked up, and I hurriedly avoided it.
But the table in the room was instantly torn apart and exploded on the spot.
But now, the initiative is already on our side.
The siege of the three of us has begun.
The resentful baby continued to run around the house, and Mao Jing went down again with no net.
But it forced the resentful baby to keep running around, jumping and crawling on the walls and ceilings.
:
Same as a street rat! No matter how fast it is, it's not easy to perform in this cramped room.
We: There is a numerical advantage, and it is a foregone conclusion to trample him to death......