Chapter Eighty-Four: No Man or Ghost Nor Ghost

Wang Shu knelt on the ground, his head was close to the ground, he was terrified, the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down, wetting the ground, and said tremblingly.

"Zheng, Lord Zhenggang, Wen Taowu strategy, swallowing the eight wildernesses, he, who is not afraid"

"Hahaha, sharp teeth, but a good dog"

Zhenggang laughed, stretched out his hand, and the person next to him immediately handed over a glass of wine, Zhenggang shook the wine glass, slowly stood up, and kicked the maid at his feet.

With a loud "bang", the maid's body was deformed, blood gushed out, and she lost her vitality.

"Tread, step, step"

The slight sound of footsteps and movement made Wang Shu creepy, and his soul was broken, and a pair of blue-gray feet appeared in front of him, Wang Shu's soul was full of death, his eyes were closed, and he kept praying in his heart.

Zhenggang looked at Wang Shu, whose body was constantly shaking, snorted coldly, slowly raised his feet, hooked Wang Shu's chin, and his voice was cold and ruthless.

"You say... The dog is disobedient, what to do"

It seemed to be asking, but in fact, the murderous intent was fully revealed, Wang Shu's head was bleeding, and the sound of "dong dong" resounded throughout the room, but he didn't dare not answer, and said with a dead heart.

"Change, change, an obedient dog"

Zhenggang didn't speak, ignoring Wang Shu, under the wide clothes, something was squirming, extremely weird.

Wang Shu only felt that he was shrouded in endless darkness, unable to breathe, unable to speak, and death was a relief.

"Do you think you're the one who was replaced?"

"Boom!"

Wang Shu's brain was blank, his body seemed to be frozen in place, blood was dripping from his forehead, and he even stopped breathing.

Dead silence, cold, darkness, spread throughout the room, every second was so long.

"Tick Tick"

There was only the sound of blood dripping from Wang Shu's forehead, Zhenggang's expression was indifferent, there was no wave, the wide clothes rose without wind, and the cold voice made Wang Shu tremble.

"Drink it"

Masatsune's mouth made a gurgling sound, and the boss of the mouth opened, and drops of viscous, dark, foul-smelling liquid, dripped into the wine glass, and the liquid seemed to have vitality, constantly squirming in the wine glass.

Wang Shu raised his head with difficulty, took the wine glass tremblingly, his eyes were numb, like a marionette, and brought it to his mouth.

As soon as he took a bite into his stomach, the cold swept through his body, even his eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost, his face was red, his blood vessels burst out, forming veins on his face, and his stomach turned over and over.

Something unknown under his skin kept swimming, as if it was about to break out of the skin, and the severe pain made him curl up on the ground, his body trembling, and his eyes were about to stare into his sockets.

Wine glasses fell, the floor made a "sizzle" sound, and green smoke filled the air.

Masatsune sat back on the high platform, supported his head with one hand, his eyes playful, and tapped on the chair.

Wang Shu stepped into the ghost gate with one foot, his consciousness was confused, black blood was spit out of his mouth, and black mucus began to ooze out of his body, staining the floor black, and his body was rapidly emaciated, lying on the ground and no longer moving.

"Yes, yes, since I can persevere, I won't pursue the death of the smoker"

Zhenggang clapped his hands, squinted and lay on the chair, Wang Shu, like a dead dog, slowly stood up, his whole body was covered with black viscous liquid, he couldn't see his face clearly, and said respectfully.

"Thank you, sir, for not killing"

"Okay, let's talk about Lin Yang"

Listening to Zhenggang's indifferent voice, Wang Shu's body trembled, he didn't dare to slack off, and when he spoke eloquently, a trace of color flashed in Zhenggang's eyes.

One hand touched his chin, as if thinking, for a long time, he spoke.

"Bring Him to Me"

"Ahh I? ”

Wang Shu was surprised, didn't he ask Lin Yang to find him to die, but he didn't dare to say anything if he refused, he didn't want to die.

"What, there's a problem?"

An overwhelming momentum gushed out from Zhenggang's body, Wang Shu felt that his body was about to be crushed, and the air became viscous, and he unconsciously knelt on the ground and said tremblingly.

"No, no"

"Hmph, remember that dogs don't have a choice, get out"

As soon as Zhenggang's words fell, Wang Shu crawled into his room, as if he had been hollowed out, collapsed on the ground, panting for breath.

I looked to the side, trembling, looking at the black sticky arm, I struggled to get up, went to the toilet, and cleaned up.

There was a desperate roar from his mouth, and he saw that Wang Shu's face seemed to have been corroded by sulfuric acid, his whole body was pitted, his skin was like a dead tree, and he was not a ghost or a ghost.

Subconsciously touched the bottom, and it was gone.

Wang Shu was like a madman, smashing the room to pieces, all the mirrors were shattered to the ground, and the broken mirrors reflected countless ghost-like faces.

"Bang Bang Bang"

As if that wasn't enough, Wang Shu was like a machine, numbly smashing, his hands were full of glass shards, and he didn't stop until he could no longer see clearly.

"Ahhh!!h

The roar in his mouth became even worse, his voice became hoarse, and the emotions in his eyes were constantly changing, despair, helplessness, and resentment.

"Lin Yang !!"

The angry roar spread throughout the room, like a demon whispering, he didn't dare to trouble Zhenggang, he could only count all this on Lin Yang's head.

If it weren't for Lin Yang, why would he be here.

Lin Yang, who was cultivating, suddenly woke up, and his true qi rioted, Lin Yang was shocked in his heart, and quickly calmed down his true qi.

Lin Yang's brows tightened, something happened, the true qi he left in Wang Shu's body disappeared, and the strength of the person who came this time was far beyond his imagination.

He had to deal with it as soon as possible, and at the same time he was glad that Xiao Lan was in the Cheng family, and he didn't have to worry about his safety, and what the mysterious girl had stolen.

It was actually chased by Yaqi, and it was also necessary to figure it out, he had a hunch that that thing was very important, but unfortunately he didn't care about it at the time.

Now that he wants to find it again, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, so he can only find another way, Lin Yang rubbed his head and paced at the same time, upset.

Standing on the veranda, caressed by the evening breeze, the little guy jumped on his shoulder at some point, and was rubbing his face, as if comforting him.

The sun and the moon turned, Lin Yang fell asleep on the sofa at some point, the sun was warm, and in the rapid knock on the door, Lin Yang suddenly opened his eyes.

Slowly came to the door, through the cat's eyes, the person who came was thin and weak, wrapped tightly in black, Lin Yang's eyes were sharp, and his true qi was surrounded, and he opened the door.

"Lin Yang, it's my king's book"

The voice was hoarse and weird, Lin Yang was a little surprised in his heart, the person in front of him was Wang Shu, how thin was like a bamboo pole, and this style was the style of Baqi, and he was about to make a move, Wang Shu spoke again.

"Wait, I have something to say"

Wang Shu was about to walk into the room as he spoke, Lin Yang frowned, and a foul smell rushed in, and he immediately stopped him and said in a deep voice.

"If you have anything to say, just say it here"

The little guy also jumped out, and the smell made it very unhappy, as if someone had fed the reply to its mouth, and was grinning at Wang Shu.

Wang Shu smiled bitterly, and tore off the fabric wrapped around his face, revealing his true face, Lin Yang suddenly gasped, fortunately he didn't eat anything last night.

Otherwise, the overnight meal was vomited, how could a person look like this, Wang Shu's expression was calm, his eyes were numb, there was no joy or sorrow, and he slowly spoke.