Chapter 136

I hurriedly called the demon in my heart, but the dead girl made a vague sound, but she went to bed. She has hardly slept in the spirit Nest these days. If she calls again, the dead girl will be angry. Well, even if there's a real situation, man, you can dream now.

Although Liu Changqing stammered, he told the story well and no one made fun of him. However, after talking about it, a guy named Wei Dayong laughed and said, "this kind of ghost story is bad and hard to hear when you search a lot on the Internet."

Huang Biao turned his eyes and said, "you will win the prize later. You will tell me something better than him."

Sure enough, Wei Dayong won the prize. The cooperation between Lao Xiong and Huang Biao was really seamless. No one saw it except me.

Wei Dayong glanced at Liu Changqing and said, "listen, man, tell a new ghost story. It's better than yours."

Huang Biao suddenly said, "no, you don't want ghost stories. Kowtow to Liu Changqing and pay New Year's greetings in advance. This is also a program."

Wei Dayong immediately stared. This guy is a sports committee member and is in good health. If he fights, neither Huang Biao is his opponent. Wei Dayong scolded: "son of a bitch, you are just a host and have no right to set rules. Why should I kowtow to Liu Changqing?"

Huang Biao didn't turn around either. He still turned his back to the big guy and said coldly, "OK, don't kowtow. Be careful that there will be a disaster of blood later."

I suddenly found that the boy was a little weird. What's the matter? I didn't hear he had a holiday with Wei Dayong.

"You have a bloody disaster!" Wei Dayong stood up angrily.

Bian Ying stretched out his hands and pressed down and said, "shut up, Wei Dayong, you don't have to perform the show, and then play down!"

Wei Dayong didn't listen to anyone, but he was most convinced by the president, so he stared at Huang Biao's back and sat down again. But just at the beginning of the flower pass, suddenly a bird flew over and hit Wei Dayong's face like crazy. The sharp beak immediately scratched a scar on his face, and blood gurgled out.

"Pounce on the edge..." the bird immediately spread its wings and disappeared in an instant.

Wei Dayong quickly covered his face and scolded the dead beast. What bad luck!

Xu Ying was very clever. She immediately took out the band aid from her bag and gave it to a boy next to Wei Dayong to help him stick the wound. I couldn't help but take a breath. The disaster of blood came true. It doesn't look like a coincidence.

Wei Dayong was only slightly injured and did not affect his ability to play the game. The wreath spread again. When the discovery was about to reach Luo Qingyu, the old bear stabbed Huang Biao, but the boy didn't stop. When it reached Wei Dayong, Huang Biao shouted to stop. The old bear didn't do anything. The boy seemed to have eyes on his back.

"This time, you'd better kowtow to Liu Changqing, or you'll get hurt!" Huang Biao issued a cold warning again.

"You..."

Bian Ying frowned and said, "don't play this. Let's change the game."

"Can't change, otherwise who proposed, who will encounter the disaster of blood!" Huang Biao's tone was cold again. I was not calm. The boy was probably evil. But he turned his back to me and couldn't see his mind.

I said at the moment, "I suggest another way of playing. I'm not afraid of blood!" As soon as the voice fell, Wei Dayong's mobile phone on the grass suddenly exploded with a bang. Many fragments hit his legs and there were spots of blood. A small part of the debris flew away and landed right in front of Bian Ying and me.

This seems to be a warning. If you have to change the way of play, who will propose the same as Wei Dayong.

Wei Dayong didn't know whether it was painful or afraid. He opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time. It's no accident that fools can see this. Luo Qingyu also faded and leaned against me. I secretly reached out and stroked her back twice, indicating that I didn't have to be afraid. I was there.

"Keep playing!" I have to change my mouth to find out the details of evil. If it's just a bargain, there's no need to waste a dream "ticket".

Bian Ying looked at me and nodded without saying anything. But everyone could not help but look a little nervous. There was no happy atmosphere just now.

This time the wreath was passed to Wei Dayong. The guy stood up and said, "Huang Biao, you are sincere. What do you want?"

Huang Biao sneered: "as long as you kowtow to pay New Year's greetings, it's none of your business. Otherwise, this bloody disaster is a little cruel!"

The voice did not fall, only listening to the squeaking voice from above, everyone looked up together and couldn't help but look pale in horror. There was a big tree behind Wei Dayong, but its head bent down and it was about to break. If it falls, it will hit him!

Wei Dayong immediately wiped sweat on his face in panic, then plumped down on his knees and said, "Liu Changqing, I'll pay you a new year's call in advance!" With these words, the curved tree head bounced back and shook endlessly.

In fact, it should also frustrate this guy's spirit. He is very arrogant because he can fight. In our club, he was secretly called "bitch No. 2". Bitch number one is dead. That's Yu Xuesong.

As for others, good and bad are intermingled, and there are not a few bitches. If you line up, you can at least line up to a dozen. Didn't they all regard me as a "public enemy" just now? Now the evil doer doesn't seem to have much malice. It seems that he just wants to play. Let them taste some pain. My brother doesn't plan to do it for the time being.

Everyone looked terrified, but no one dared not continue to play the game. This time, there was really nothing about Wei Dayong. Liu Changqing won the prize. Everyone was relieved.

Just listen to Huang Biao say: "just now your story didn't finish, say how that girl died?"

Liu Changqing went on gingerly. The girl's working money was stolen on her way home. Because her family was too poor, she was counting on her money for the new year. After returning home, he was blamed by his parents and hanged in anger. After death, I may regret it. Not only did I not have enough money to bury myself, but I ran out to pay New Year's greetings door to door and ask for lucky money.

Huang Biao sighed faintly. It sounded a little feminine. He asked, "did you give her lucky money?"

"I... my mother gave her five... Fifty dollars!" Liu Changqing deliberately accentuated the last four words.

Obviously, fifty yuan doesn't sound like much to us, but it's a lot in the mountain village. Although our living standards have improved, the living conditions in many poor areas are still very backward.

Huang Biao sighed again and said, "poor child! Keep playing. "

The wreath spread again, and everyone stared, looking very uneasy, lest they should win the prize. When it reached Sudan red, Huang Biao shouted to stop, and everyone sighed with relief.

"Sudan, your program is kissing Wei Dayong!"