"Hey, hey... no matter how unlucky I am, this kind of thing won't happen..." Feng Bujue's first reaction was, "Is it possible that this desk lamp just happened to malfunction at this time?" And he was the first to ask.
The second reaction was, "Or... the moment I turned off the light, the battery inside just ran out?"
"Uh...ah..."
When Brother Jue was still wondering why the desk lamp didn't light up, the evil ghost in the chrysalis was already groaning... and tearing the big chrysalis open.
Feng Bujue, who heard the noise, turned around and retreated to the metal door. While observing the evil ghost's movements through the camera, he hit the door twice with his elbow, "Hey! Chief Gu! Something doesn't seem right.
Ah! Any further tips?"
He waited for a few seconds, but no one responded...
"This guy is really gone..." At this moment, Feng Bujue broke into a cold sweat.
Poof——
At this time, there was a sound of fabric being torn apart.
Feng Bujue turned around and saw that the evil ghost had completely torn the big pupa apart and was hanging upside down and unfolding its body.
His appearance is particularly terrifying, with several corpses on his head and a cracked skull, and strands of foul-smelling corpse oil are dripping from the gap in his head... His torso is shaped like a pea, showing a bloated appearance.
He has a fat body, but his limbs are as skinny as firewood.
"Hmm... This look is quite avant-garde." Feng Bujue held the camera in one hand and pointed it at the target. With the other hand, he simply grabbed the desk lamp... and prepared to use it to hit the opponent.
"Hehehe..." When the evil ghost saw Brother Jue, he let out a burst of malicious laughter. After laughing a few times, he turned over and jumped to the ground, and then walked towards Feng Bujue step by step.
passed.
"Drink - bah!" When the evil ghost came two meters away, Feng Bujue made his first attempt - spitting at the guy.
This bite was also a coincidence...it happened to fly into the gap in the evil ghost's head.
"Huh?" The evil ghost was obviously stunned for a moment. Two seconds later, he actually spoke, "What are you doing?"
"You can actually talk..." Feng Bujue muttered in a complaining tone.
"Nonsense." The evil ghost replied, "Ghosts used to be humans, so they can naturally talk." He paused and then asked, "What are you doing when I ask you a question?"
"I...want to see if saliva can kill you." Feng Bujue replied.
"Oh..." the evil spirit continued, "then try it, how do you feel?"
"According to my observation...it doesn't seem possible." Feng Bujue replied.
"Not only is it not good, it's also disgusting, you know?" the evil spirit continued sternly.
"Well... I'm sorry." Brother Jue thought for a while and felt that he was indeed a little unjust, so he apologized. But then, he asked another question, "By the way... Since you can speak, I wanted to talk to you by the way.
Just to confirm...can children's urine drive away ghosts?"
Hearing this, the evil ghost took two steps back and looked Brother Jue up and down before replying: "Well...no way."
"Okay." Feng Bujue showed a hint of disappointment and replied with a shrug.
"In addition... I can tell you clearly." The evil ghost continued, "It is basically impossible for people like you who have not opened their spiritual consciousness to survive from my hands."
"Oh? Can you explain it in detail?" Feng Bujue still didn't give up talking to the other party.
"No time!" But the evil ghost didn't buy it. As he spoke, he pressed forward again, "Anyway, when I pull out your soul and fill it with my body, you will naturally know."
"Om Mani Padme Hum!" Feng Bujue saw this and hurriedly recited the six-character mantra, picked up the lamp and swung it at the evil ghost.
After these few months of exercise (he has already mentioned the exercise method to v1 earlier), Feng Bujue's physique has changed significantly. Although his basic physical fitness is not as good as that of professional athletes, it is by no means
That kind of weak otaku physique.
Even though what he was holding was just a desk lamp, it was still a hard object... If it hit someone on the head, it would be possible to kill them on the spot.
"Hmph..." However, facing Brother Jue's attack, Brother Evil Ghost just responded with a sneer.
call--
Sure enough, Brother Jue's full blow... just missed. Because he used so much force and did not hit the expected point of impact, he immediately staggered and fell forward... and his other hand
The camera on the bed also fell to the ground.
"Can't you touch...?" When Feng Bujue realized that he couldn't touch the other person, it was already too late.
However, Brother Jue, who lost his center of gravity, did not fall to the ground... He was leaning forward and was supported by the evil ghost with one hand. The position of the support was his neck.
"Cough - uh..." The huge force coming from his throat caused Brother Jue's face to turn from red to purple in an instant.
The next second, the evil ghost took a step forward, grabbed Feng Bujue's neck, raised him above his head, and pressed him against the wall: "You are quite courageous, but unfortunately... you don't have enough righteousness.
, and you have no spiritual consciousness. Breaking into my ghost realm is your doom..."
"Why can he touch me, but I can't touch him..." Under this situation, Feng Bujue's brain has not stopped thinking, "And this guy's grip strength is too ridiculous... This can't continue like this.
, consciousness has begun to blur... Escape by force is obviously not feasible... I have to say something quickly... something to make him shake... I have to let him put me down... I have to think of a way to let him go.
The reason why I came down... Feng Bujue... think quickly... before the brain stops functioning due to lack of oxygen... hurry up... no... I can't speak at all... I...
……will die?"
At this moment, Feng Bujue entered an extreme realm, which he had never experienced before (in the real world)...the feeling of dying.
"What's going on?" Suddenly, Brother Jue saw something in his eyes, "I...saw..."
Just a few seconds ago, it was still dark before his eyes. Even if there was still a little light in the room, he could not see the spirit body without the camera...
But at this moment, he clearly saw everything in the darkness...
The wall covered with spells, the torn chrysalis, the corpse oil dripping on the ground, and...the evil ghost in front of me.
Snapped--
I don't know where I got the strength from, I picked up the lamp again (I still kept it in my hand), and threw it at the side of the evil ghost's face.
"Ah..." This time, the evil ghost was hit hard. He screamed in pain and instinctively let go of the pinching hand.
Feng Bujue was finally freed from the opponent's grasp... When his feet landed on the ground, blood suddenly rushed to his head. This made him feel dizzy and about to collapse.
But... he did not fall down after all. After a period of rapid wheezing and coughing, he successfully stabilized his body.
"You..." The evil ghost retreated three meters away, his expression changed slightly, "So you have spiritual consciousness..."
"Ha..." Feng Bujue smiled, and that evil, crazy, and shuddering smile returned to his face again, "Although I don't quite know what spiritual consciousness is yet, but
I know...at this moment, I can already see the surrounding environment clearly, and I can touch you."
"Oh? It turns out he just woke up..." the evil ghost thought to himself.
Thinking of this, he regained some confidence, and said to Brother Jue with a sinister smile: "Haha... Do you think that you can defeat me if you can see and touch me?"
"According to my observation, your strength is indeed stronger than the average human level." Feng Bujue responded calmly, "But in terms of speed, I still have the advantage. Besides... your body type doesn't seem to be suitable.
The type of fighting must be in the ghost world...you are just a bastard who can only kill people without spiritual awareness."
"Hmph! The yellow-mouthed kid...how dare you speak such arrogant words!" This evil spirit was obviously stabbed in the foot by Brother Jue, so he became angry and immediately shouted loudly and rushed towards Brother Jue.
"A trash fish is a trash fish..." Feng Bujue's face was as heavy as water, he calmly leaned down, moved... and reached the opponent's side in a flash, "With a little provocation, he immediately made such a move that could be seen through at a glance.
Stupid attack..."
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Brother Jue pushed with his hand, stumbled with his foot, and pushed the evil ghost to the ground with his own strength.
"That's unreasonable..." After the evil ghost threw the dog into the mud, he became even more angry. He immediately rolled half a circle on the ground and prepared to sit up and fight with the opponent for another 300 rounds.
unexpectedly……
As soon as he turned his face, before he could even bend down, a metal folding chair was thrown towards his face.
Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap——
"Lgbd... dare to pinch me! Looking for death! You bastard..." Feng Bujue grabbed the back of the chair with both hands and beat the evil spirit with extremely high frequency and intensity. With each hit, he muttered curses.
One sentence, echoing the crackling sound produced by the blow...
"You... this... ah..." The evil ghost was unable to get up after being beaten, and soon he curled up with his head in his arms, screaming repeatedly.
As for Feng Bujue...even if he saw his opponent showing weakness, he had no intention of stopping at all and was playing happily.
squeak--
At this time, the metal door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and the light from the corridor also shone in.
"Okay, come out when you've beaten enough." Gu Chen's figure appeared at the door again.
As he appeared, the cold feeling in the room suddenly disappeared... and the evil ghost also disappeared under the light.
"Haah...haah..." Seeing this, Feng Bujue put down his chair and took a few breaths. After he was out of breath, he glared at Gu Chen at the door and said, "You came just in time..."
He only said half of this sentence before he picked up the chair again, stepped forward, and swung it towards Gu Chen at the door.
But...the next second, Feng Bujue felt a flash of red light in front of his eyes.
Then I heard the sound of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong…".
When he came back to his senses, the metal folding chair in his hand had turned into dozens of iron pipes and parts as long as fingers, and fell to the ground one after another. If you look carefully... you can also find that the edges of these fragments are all very thin.
Neatly, as if cut by a sharp blade...
"Come, let's talk somewhere else." Gu Chen's expression and tone... were as if nothing had happened. He continued what he just said, "Follow me." After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets and turned around to move forward.
.
"Uh..." Feng Bujue stood still for five seconds, and the two pieces of iron pipes in his palms fell to the ground. "Okay..." Then he followed. (To be continued...)
