Chapter 741

However, it can be seen from the bear's face that he is about to cry that Wang Xuebing is very strong, and obviously he is full of resentment for the "aunt" just now.

"Little brother, my sister has something to do. I want help, OK? When it's done, my sister will buy you lollipops. "

Hearing Wang's words, bear turned his eyes and said with disdain, "those who say this line are all strange. How can an aunt of yours say that?"

Embarrassed smile, Wang ice and snow helpless said, "well, don't joke with my sister, quickly take off your pants, help my sister a favor."

Bear child, who was very wary of Wang Xuebing, stepped back in a hurry and asked nervously, "you, what are you going to do?"

"Er... Who usually teaches you? The sense of prevention is quite strong. "

Before Wang's words were finished, he smelled a peculiar smell and looked down. The bear was scared to pee his pants.

Seeing this scene, Wang's temper suddenly came up. He was really a bear child. He planned to use lollipops to catch ghosts in exchange for his boy's urine. He would rather just urinate like this than sell it to himself. He deserved nothing in his life!

"Little tiger, you are a child. Your mother is just buying something. As soon as you turn around, you run around. What if you are abducted? What are you doing? "

"Nothing. I was talking to a sister." Xiao Hu, who turned his head to answer, just turned his head back and found that Wang Xuexue had disappeared without a trace.

"What sister? How can I have a sister? "

"Mom, it's true. A sister came out of the theater just now."

When she heard Xiao Hu's words, her mother turned pale. No one in the street knew about the haunted theater. When she thought that her son might have encountered "dirty things", her mother didn't dare to talk nonsense. She picked up Xiao Hu and ran away.

Twenty years later, when little tiger had grown up to be a big tiger, he took part in a supernatural interview program and told a story about his experience of hitting a ghost. At the same time, he shared with the audience his glorious story of using childish urine to push back evil spirits.

Until ten o'clock in the evening, the temporary ghost hunting team officially entered the theater. In a RV not far from the theater, a man said coldly, "OK, they have entered. Remember, we must scare them today to believe that there are ghosts in this world!"

At the man's command, several ghosts in the RV screamed at once, indicating that they would be successful if they set out tonight.

The theater says it's big or not, but it's not small. As soon as the ghost hunting team goes in, it starts to disperse. Anyway, the other party makes it clear that it's trying to scare people. Some people are frightened and scream, and baizifan can rush to the rescue.

Although the members are scattered, Bai Zifan is still not sure about Wang Xuexue. After checking around to make sure there is no clue, he goes to find Wang Xuexue.

As soon as Bai Zifan came to the back of Wang Xuexue, Wang Xuexue heard the movement, gave a loud drink, quickly turned around and fired directly.

Bai Zifan didn't expect that Wang Xuexue would suddenly attack him. He didn't have any precautions or worries. He was caught off guard.

He touched the blood sprayed on his face by Wang Xuexue. Bai Zifan's face was ugly and asked, "Wang Xuexue, what are you doing? What are these things? "

See baizifan to wipe the blood on the face, Wang ice and snow scream, quickly stop.

"Baizifan, you can't wipe it. It's a magic weapon!"

"Is this also a magic weapon?"

"Of course, I spent a lot of money."

After that, Wang Xuexue flashed up his right hand's water gun and said, "look, there's chicken blood in it, and there's boy urine in the left hand's water gun. They're all specially used to deal with evil spirits. That's you. If evil spirits appeared behind me just now, they would have died. Don't wipe the blood on your face. Keep it. Evil spirits don't dare to trouble you!"

With that, Wang Xuexue turns around and takes out the momentum of fighting with the devil. He leaves bravely.

Looking at Wang Xuexue's heroic figure, Bai Zifan was speechless and choked for a moment. Thanks to Wang Xuexue's right hand weapon, otherwise he would be peed. It's really terrible to think about it.

Wang Xuexue's words, the white son doesn't believe a word. With a helpless sigh, he can only turn to the faucet to wash.

After waiting for half an hour, I didn't find anything suspicious, so the boring money family began to look around.

When he got to the second floor, he saw a flash of fire. When he walked in, it turned out that Li Wenchao was burning paper.

"Uncle Li, what are you doing?"

"Burning paper, you can't see. I want to use economic means to solve this conflict." Li Wenchao said solemnly.

"Uncle Li, I didn't mean you. You have lived here for more than 20 years. How can you still believe that there are ghosts here?"

"It is because I have lived here for more than 20 years that I believe. What do you young people know?"

Knowing that he couldn't say Li Wenchao, Qian Jiacai turned his eyes and said directly, "I just knocked Wang Xuebing down. She seems to be looking for you everywhere. Go and have a look. It's enough to be afraid that a girl is just wandering around here."

Sure enough, after hearing that the little girl was afraid, Li Wenchao didn't talk nonsense with Qian Jiacai. He even put down the important action of burning paper and left to support.

Living in the seat where Li Wenchao used to sit, Qian Jiacai sighed and said, "it's all frightening. In this world, there was no ghost. It's because people talk too much that there are ghosts..."

The Qian family suddenly stopped talking. Is that what they said? How do you feel so charming? How does it feel like a philosopher? Is he still a man who can become a philosopher.

When he thought that his statue might be placed at the gate of the University in the future, Qian Jiacai couldn't help being excited. He didn't expect that he still had such a high hidden talent. No wonder everyone was an angel with broken wings.

However, Qian Jiacai's brain is not very good. He decided to write down his famous saying so as not to forget it later. When he has time to sort it out, he will publish a book or something.

Qian Jiacai, who didn't pay much attention to it, simply used local materials. Then he took a piece of burning paper, picked up Qian Jiacai's little wooden stick to pick up the ashes and began to write and draw.

At this time, Bai Zifan, who happened to pass by, saw Qian Jiacai's action and came directly.

Hearing the footsteps coming from his side, Qian Jiacai subconsciously turned to look at it.