Chapter 104

There is not much prologue,

There is no cumbersome self introduction,

And there is no brain crippling transition of mutual reporting moves;

This killing in Mingdian is not a living person,

It directly kicked off in this abrupt way.

，

For whom?

The roles of prey and Hunter fluctuated. The party who had vowed to be successful suddenly had an illusion that he might not be the last one to laugh.

With a cold flame, the white bone hand left a big hole, a burning hole, after penetrating the soul of little Luoli. Little Luoli could only retreat and looked at the injury of his soul, looking gloomy.

They want to save a little energy, because they know that the guy in front of them who escaped from the encirclement and suppression last time is not a good character to match.

But they were also convinced that the second encirclement and Suppression now brought together so many ghost soldiers that they had a chance to win on the premise that the other party had to throw himself into the net.

Just,

Now like this,

Is it a winning ticket?

The distortion and tingling from the depths of her soul constantly attacked little Luoli,

She didn't dare to move any more. This flame came from the bearded man, which was his doorman's means, and she was caught off guard by this attack. She was really unprepared.

She even worried,

If I don't suppress this injury, it is likely to disappear.

The soul seems to be more ethereal and traceless than the body, without the worry of birth, aging and death, but in fact, at least in this Yang, the soul is really too fragile.

But she didn't bring her body with her. Now, she regrets a little.

If her temporary body was here at this time, she would not be so passive.

"Amount............"

Open your mouth,

Little Luoli's tongue began to stretch out, and the tongue extended very long, and began to try to extinguish the flame that was still running on her abdomen.

The tongue is constantly melting,

But the tongue keeps growing,

This is a way of healing with her own strength. In normal times, she would certainly not be willing, but at this time, she has no choice.

Because,

The throbbing in the heart,

It has become more and more clear!

for the first time,

She began to think,

Tonight,

Can you get out of here alive?

And the bearded man can see that he is struggling to resist. He is the oldest ghost with the qualification to be present, and he has a certain hope to attack the qualification of the constable.

You know, in the sun, judges are basically not born, and most constables walk in the underworld. Those who can shuttle between the world and hell more freely, that is, ghosts.

But it was such a senior ghost, but in a short time after the man opened the door,

He was controlled and became a puppet!

Time turns back for half an hour,

This scene,

Who would have thought of it?

Resistance and struggle are for dignity and their own existence,

But at the next moment, when Liang Chuan opened his mouth, he actually spoke with him,

Neat and uniform,

Divine synchronization:

"This funeral song."

"This funeral song."

"Play for everyone."

"Play for everyone."

"After listening, I'm on my way."

"After listening, I'm on my way."

The bearded man leaned out his shriveled arms. Almost all his arms were covered with a layer of skin, simply wrapped around the bones, and even in the palm position, there was a dull white bone directly, not even that layer of skin for ornament.

Over the years,

I don't know how many ghosts were captured under his hands, sent to hell, sent to reincarnation, and turned into his own merit performance. Now, he is like a marionette, manipulated by others,

Controlled by their original prey.

You take me as your prey?

that 's ok,

Then I'll be your master.

The faceless woman gave a shriek, and her long hair flew out and coerced Liang Chuan. She knew that if she couldn't do it tonight, she would get nothing.

Leaving hell, leaving the pool, even if there is the blessing of ghost, but for her, it is also a huge consumption. If she goes back without income, she can't even leave hell next time.

The pool will become her permanent bondage, and even she has to worry about whether she will be affected by the group of dead people on the yellow spring road. At that time, she will completely degenerate and integrate into their group, from one end to another.

She didn't want to lose,

You can't lose,

She didn't want to stand in the pool like before, watching these people leave, and she could only roar angrily!

Liang Chuan turned his head and looked at the faceless woman. There seemed to be two rounds of blood moon in his dark red eyes. At the same time, two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes. It can be imagined that he was not as relaxed and freehand as he looked on the surface.

However, the tapping of Liang Chuan's fingers was lighter than before.

There was no piano in front of him, so he couldn't make a sound naturally,

But that eager rhythm,

But it's like knocking at the bottom of everyone's heart,

Hitting their heartstrings again and again!

They are ghosts and guardians of the order of yin and Yang. They have been escorting the dead to hell since ancient times,

Today,

Someone began to die for them!

The facial expression of the faceless woman was distorted for a while. She was originally expressionless, but at this time, her face began to be uneven. Even her long hair with special abilities turned into poisonous snakes on Medusa's head at this time, not attacking others, but swallowing herself.

The silent piano sound is everywhere.

This is a whirlpool,

No one is immune!

The faceless woman's body made a strange sound, like calling something. They resonated with Liang Chuan.

"You said you wanted to be the messenger of hell.

I,

I promise you. "

This sentence is not for the faceless woman, but for the soul swallowed by her.

Alone, it's not easy to have a friend, and this time, he lost two.

He found Xiaoqiang's soul. Although he fell into a deep sleep, he will wake up one day.

The soul of moon city is in front of her, and he will send her to the way back in her heart.

You said I was a judge,

Then I'll be the judge,

So what?

Liang Chuan raised his hand and then pressed down sharply.

The faceless woman suddenly raised her head, and her body began to twist. The soul she suppressed deliberately did not swallow completely, at this moment, unexpectedly with the help of external forces, began to attack her.

The girl's soul was originally used by her to threaten him, but now it has become a bomb hidden in her body, which seems to have the ability to detonate herself.

Two different kinds of howling and screaming came out of the faceless woman's body. The two women were biting, fighting and devouring.

Liang Chuan gave the challenge arena,

Set up the environment,

The rest,

It's your own competition.

He has confidence in her. She is even more suitable for the identity of hell than herself.

Naturally, the ghosts around them didn't watch the play, but shot together. At this time, they no longer worry about whether they will lose their vitality and affect their stay in the sun;

They knew that the situation had begun to get out of control,

Now, all this must be forced back to the rhythm they want.

For a time, the threat killing stick, soul calming flag, soul capturing bell and so on roared towards Liang Chuan, but the bearded man blocked Liang Chuan's face with an almost selfless posture.

He was unable to fight back, but he endured all the blows, and his soul began to break in a short time.

It's obviously a hunter,

At this time, he gave his life to protect his prey,

It's more selfless than the most loyal servant!

The faceless woman knelt on the ground and kept screaming. Ordinary people couldn't hear it. The neighbors in the neighborhood continued to sleep with them, but the cats and dogs in the old street sensed the sensitive abnormality, but they didn't dare to be restless, and only dared to curl up beside their nest and shiver.

This is a struggle that no living person or creature can participate in,

It's a group of gods of death fighting in the world,

The result of fighting,

Is the failed party,

Not even a ghost!

"Bang!"

The black power stick pierced the bearded man's chest. At the same time, Liang Chuan's body slightly staggered, he was a little dizzy, and the red in the bearded man's eyes had disappeared.

He lowered his head, looked at the black power stick that had penetrated his soul, and looked at his broken body as if a gust of wind could blow away his soul,

In the eyes,

Full of disbelief,

Why is that?

Why did this happen!

"Kill him, refine your soul!"

In the distance, little Luoli, who was still suppressing his serious injury, snapped:

"He is no longer good. The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. I want him. Life is better than death. I want to burn his soul for ten years!"

Take advantage of his illness to kill him,

The bearded man fell to his knees,

The ghost in front bypassed him and continued to rush to Liangchuan,

The order of Yin division cannot be blasphemed. Once today's affairs are passed on, they will become the laughing stock of Yin division, so the man in front of them must be solved!

Liang Chuan's body staggered to hold the door panel,

Ten fingers have fallen decadent, and their bodies have long been soaked with sweat.

Line of sight,

It seems a little vague.

In a trance,

He saw evil spirits rushing towards him, and now he was very tired. What he wanted to do was to lean against the door frame,

Keep leaning down,

Waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow,

Waiting for the golden sunshine to spread on him,

Wait for the warm and lazy comfort to wrap yourself.

More than 2000 kilometers away, there is an old Taoist driving a live broadcast to cheer for himself,

It's just that he never uses a smartphone, so he can't watch the live broadcast.

There is a cold girl, biting her lips, laughing and crying for herself, crying and laughing.

Liang Chuan raised his head,

He didn't regret what he had done, and he didn't regret at all,

However,

He has people he fetters and people he regrets,

One person does things and one person carries responsibilities. Many times, it is just a simple and beautiful fantasy.

When the mace was about to hit his head,

He raised his hand,

Looking down at the white cat still sorting its hair,

Shouted:

"Pu'er!"

For a time,

Under the dim yellow street lamp,

The shadow of the cat began to grow longer and longer,

Longer and longer,

Grow to,

It seems that the whole old street can be flooded

As we all know, long didn't save the manuscript. These two chapters were written in the middle of the night. Long Ma continued to code,

Today, at least five o'clock!

Long wrote a chapter and sent it out immediately.

Within two months,

We went on the shelves twice,

Two months is not too long, but some people have forgotten the achievements and position we achieved when we went on the shelves on February 1,

This,

Remind them,

We're home!