Chapter 860

For this terrible smile, fear is fear, but if you don't turn off the light at the moment, you're looking for smoke. Lift up the lampshade and throw the lamp polish on your head with your fingernails. Zizi emitted a few wisps of smoke. The hot thing opened its mouth and screamed, and its eyebrows and hair were scattered.

"No more, no more!" This thing shouted in a hurry. Its head shrank down and it disappeared.

I looked down under the table. It was empty, not even a hair. But I know this table is the key. Man, tear it down. I see where you hide!

Then he stretched out his hand and pulled out the table a foot. Unexpectedly, he pulled out the radish, took out the mud, and pulled down a wall. There was an old man in a blue robe sitting cross legged in a hole in the wall. His white hair was burned in scattered places. Who was it, or the head just now?

Lying trough, it turned out to be magic!

As soon as the old man saw the trick, he stared at a pair of frightened eyes, got up and ran. I was about to go into the hole in the wall and chase after it. Suddenly, a dark shadow jumped out of it, as fast as lightning. It was too late to hide, so I had to lift the table to block it, and then take the opportunity to fall to the ground and roll away.

With a click, the table was smashed and scattered fragments hit him to the bone marrow. I looked back, but I didn't see anything. I was wondering. Suddenly, a light and shadow rushed straight to my head from top to bottom.

This speed seems to have a familiar taste, which is very similar to the happy boy. I was almost stunned. Fortunately, I rolled subconsciously and avoided the deadly attack of this thing at the critical moment. At the same time, I put my fingers into the lamp and didn't turn off the lamp. At present, I couldn't care about using my nails. I threw the lamp oil out directly, and my burning fingers couldn't help shivering.

A piece of sparks fell on the thing. It couldn't help emitting black smoke. It screamed in pain and turned upside down again. Although I followed it closely, I never saw what it was. It seems that he is black haired and bloated. He looks like both an orangutan and a bear blind. At the moment, he flashed on the beam and disappeared completely.

I got up from the ground in a hurry. I was shocked. What monster is this? Is it so fast? Keep playing, man. You have to give it your life. Thinking about this, I turned around and had to get into the hole in the wall. Unexpectedly, the square table suddenly retracted to block the hole. I was in a hurry to drill in, so there was an intimate kiss on my forehead and table leg.

How old is it? I hit my forehead twice, hitting the table!

The white haired old man didn't know when he came back. He lay down at the hole of the wall and said with a smile: "deserved it. I didn't kill you, boy!"

You old man, if you don't kill me today, I'll take your last name!

I rubbed my forehead and got up. I was about to pull back the table. At this time, a cold wind rushed over my head. I was sure that the black thing was coming. OK, you old boy, wait. I'll deal with you later. I couldn't even look up. A tiger jumped to the left, rolled on the spot and threw a spark back.

Black hair stuff is really brain crippled. It has suffered a loss. It doesn't have a long memory. As a result, it was burned and jumped up on the beam. I got up quickly. I didn't dare to find Lao Baimao's trouble this time, and ran directly to the door on the left. When I reached for it and pushed it, the door opened. After I rushed in, I looked back and saw a light and shadow chasing me. He was so frightened that he hurried to close the door and dodged to one side of the door.

This thing is really fierce. It smashed the door with a click and pushed forward with broken boards. Then there was a clicking noise. I turned around and saw that the room was bigger than the hall just now and full of coffins. But it was washed by this thing in a mess.

Many coffin covers were knocked away, revealing the sleeping dead bodies inside. In this dark space, it exudes a dull and gloomy atmosphere.

My God, there are more coffins here than walking through the corpse building. But from the exposed corpses, they didn't develop zombies. They are ordinary corpses. But I wonder why you don't raise corpses and hide so many corpses here. Is there a corpse fetish?

Nowadays, more and more people have a special hobby. Collecting corpses is nothing. Taking the viscera of dead corpses every day and drinking and vegetables is the fighter in metamorphosis. Thinking of this, it is inevitable that the brain makes up for the disgusting picture, and there is a spasm in the stomach.

These thoughts flashed through my mind, and the black thing rushed to the opposite side and hid in the dark. The violent crash continued, and there was the sound of wood fragmentation, which obviously smashed the coffin. This thing is so fierce that I can't help sticking out my tongue and hurried back to the previous hall.

The head of the white haired old man was put on the table again. He turned and looked here as if he was watching the excitement. Your uncle's, I'll show you. Wave him a piece of Mars.

"Ouch!" The old boy gave a loud cry of pain and retracted his head.

I took the opportunity to rush to the front, kicked the table over with my flying feet, and jumped into the hole in the wall. The old boy just got up, was knocked down by me, rode on him, grabbed white hair and beat him wildly.

"Don't fight, don't fight, ouch..."

"Where is my friend?" I shouted.

"In the front room... I can't find it if you kill me." The old boy has been beaten black and blue. It seems that he will fight again, otherwise the old bone will have to be beaten.

So I got up and picked him up: "take me to them."

When I picked him up, I saw that the old boy was very thin and not big. He really looked like a little chicken. He dared not resist now. He walked to a door on the right and pushed the door open. For a moment, the old boy suddenly threw me in. I didn't expect it to be strong. I was a little stunned when I flew in.

"Hei hei..." he just smiled proudly, but he didn't expect his brother to fall to the ground. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of his robe.

If I didn't wear the robe, my fingers just couldn't reach his legs. Just the hem of the robe leaned forward and was caught. Then I yanked it in my arms, and the old boy immediately fell on his back. At this moment, a stone gate fell at the door, and the old boy's upper body was still outside the door. He was beheaded!

I quickly pulled it in, and the stone gate fell to the ground with a thud, almost close to the back of his head, less than an inch away!

"Ah..." the old boy shouted with his eyes closed. He probably thought he was going to die.

"Shut up, you're still alive!" I gave a big drink.

The old boy trembled, stopped crying, opened his eyes, then breathed out his breath and said, "thank God I escaped."

I was angry and scolded, "fart! You should thank me. I didn't save you. Now you're in two! "

"Thank you, little brother!"

I sink a face: "what little brother, it's obviously a little man!"

The old boy nodded hurriedly and said, "yes, it's a little man. Thank you, little man!"

I looked at him and felt angry and funny. This is an old teaser, but I like it.

"Is my friend here?" I asked in a deep voice.

The old boy immediately said with a bitter face, "it's here, but it's a hell..."

As soon as he said this, he heard the sound of clattering water from the depths of the dark. The old boy immediately shut up and his face twitched a few times.