Chapter 258: Unfair Game, Little Devil exploded (Five Updates)

"So, let's start."

Everyone sat around and found a handkerchief.

The first one to be selected was the yellow hair among the gangsters. His face was pale than paper and bloodless when he was stuffed into a handkerchief.

He looked at the ghost sitting on the sofa, his lips trembling wildly, unable to speak, as if he was about to cry.

"Please choose a ghost and throw it behind him."

Yellow hair remains motionless.

The ghost's face suddenly became gloomy: "It seems you want to be punished now."

The yellow hair shuddered and quickly said, "I'll choose, I'll choose, I'll choose right away!"

The ghost's face calmed down.

The yellow-haired clutched the handkerchief, and started from his own position, thinking about which ghost he should be thrown behind when he was spinning around.

But because of fear, my mind was blank.

He even wondered whether he could just walk like this and never die until he was old.

He looked up accidentally, but he met the ghost's eyes that looked like he was looking at a dead object. He suddenly felt a sudden shock, and the handkerchief in his hand fell off, just behind the ghost who had a hole in his abdomen.

The yellow hair was stunned for a moment, and heard someone shouting "Run!", and came to his senses and ran away.

The ghost on the abdomen suddenly stood up and pounced towards the yellow hair like a wild beast. The yellow hair was so scared that it was so scared that it pissed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

But this game itself is unfair.

People will be exhausted, but ghosts will not.

Even if a ghost cannot escape, when a person has no strength, he can naturally catch up easily.

Sure enough, not long after, the speed of the yellow hair began to slow down, panting like a worn-out bellows, and finally his calves became soft and he fell to the ground.

The ghost's eyes lit up on his abdomen, and the hungry tiger pounced on him like a food, buckled his yellow hair under him.

"Ahhhhh!" the yellow hair screamed in fear.

The ghost spoke in his belly but did not do anything to him, but looked at the ghost on the sofa.

The ghost raised his lips and nodded.

All the ghosts rushed up and pounced towards their yellow hair.

After a while, everyone saw that the yellow hair gradually lost its anger and turned into a mummy.

The ghosts seemed to be full, licking the blood on the corners of their mouths, and as if they were not full, they showed coveting and coveting eyes at people.

For a moment, no one could speak, and all of them had a stomachache and they vomited.

His face was even more ugly than the other.

The ghost admired people's fearful expressions and showed a pleasant laugh, and everyone thought he was a demon.

"The second game begins." The ghost pointed at Yao Zifeng and said, "You just reminded him to run away quickly, right? Then you will do this second game."

Yao Zifeng was stunned for a moment, and his already bloodless face turned pale.

But he could only pick up the handkerchief and continue, otherwise he would die immediately.

There was also yellow-haired blood on the handkerchief. The first time Yao Zifeng was so close to death, and the first time he saw someone dying in front of him, he was a little dazed.

Yao Zifeng circled around twice and threw the handkerchief behind the ghost with broken legs.

The broken leg ghost is indeed not fast enough, but sooner or later he will be caught up. What should he do when he is at that moment?

Zhuo Lisi bit her fingers and tears kept falling.

Yao Zifeng felt his legs getting heavier and heavier, and his throat hurt severely because of the wind.

With a scream of exclamation, Yao Zifeng felt a gust of wind rushing towards him.

He was caught.

Yao Zifeng was lying on the ground, only thinking about "Am I going to die?"

"Bang--"

Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded and the door of the villa was blown open.

Yao Zifeng looked over and saw Yan Lingxi and Mo Xuanhuai.

"Lingxi, Brother Mo!"

Yan Lingxi saw a broken-legged ghost lying on Yao Zifeng, and immediately summoned the whip, turned his wrist and waved it towards the broken-legged ghost.

The broken-legged ghost is just a little ghost. When he encounters a whip wrapped in the power of thunder, he has almost no resistance. He wails in pain, his body gradually dissipates and finally returns to peace.

The ghost narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Mystery Master."

Yan Lingxi walked to Yao Zifeng, lowered her eyes and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Yao Zifeng got up from the ground and shook his head: "It's okay."

Yan Lingxi stared at him expressionlessly.

Three seconds later, Yao Zifeng said: "I was wrong..."

He didn't know that these gangsters led him into this haunted house, otherwise he wouldn't come if he was beaten to death.

But it seems like he is making excuses when he says this. Yao Zifeng thinks it is better to admit his mistakes tactfully.

Yan Lingxi looked at the ghost.

To be honest, this is the one with the highest IQ that Yan Lingxi has encountered. She directly pointed out her identity as a mysterious savage, and did not ask her stupidly who she was.

"This beautiful lady, without the permission of her master, trespassed her residence, isn't it good?" said the ghost in a gentle tone.

Yan Lingxi asked: "Are you the master?"

The ghost smiled and said, "Of course, this villa is all my territory."

After a pause, his eyes swept across the gangsters one by one, and gently added: "So, you have to pay the price when you trespass. Beautiful ladies, you are no exception."

The malice on his face was almost overflowing, the gangsters were trembling, and Zhuo Lisi was covered with pear blossoms.

Yao Zifeng's face did not change his expression. If it were five minutes ago, he would definitely be pessimistic about his death. But now Yan Lingxi is here, sorry, he would say to Yan Lingxi - everyone here is rubbish.

Yan Lingxi chuckled: "Ask again, are you the master?"

The ghost squinted his eyes and was still smiling, but it became much more sinister: "Of course."

Yan Lingxi had curved eyebrows and eyes: "Are you a human?"

Mo Xuanhuai chuckled, and the expected answer was the strong style of Ink Lingxi.

Yao Zifeng also lowered his head and his shoulders were shaking with a trembling smile.

Ghost: "..."

"Looking for death." The ghost's eyes showed fierceness, his face twisted for a moment, then he stumbled his toes and rushed towards Yan Lingxi, his black-aired nails were full of murderous intentions.

Yan Lingxi swung away and kicked the ghost on the back as soon as she turned around.

The ghost was so angry that he roared and rushed towards Yan Lingxi again. The other ghosts rushed towards Yan Lingxi, wanting to bully the few with more.

Yan Lingxi waved her whip, and the little ghosts didn't dare to get close. The ghosts yelled angrily, and the little ghosts screamed in response, and their eyes were red, and they rushed towards Yan Lingxi like a violently.

Sharp nails, cold teeth, fishy red eyes, and black air all over.

Mo Xuanhuai narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and a ball of black mist condensed into the palm of his hand, and waved it out casually.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Those little ghosts didn't even touch Yan Lingxi's clothes and exploded directly.

?            ? Xibao: Do ​​these ghosts have no idea about it? They always say that they are human beings.

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(End of this chapter)
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