Platoon leader Zhang looked at her doubtfully, "What do you mean? It will be over soon? Look, there are not many left."
Jing'er said: "Whenever a mountain bandit occupies a mountain and becomes the king, if there are minions, there will naturally be a mountain king. This is no exception. They did evil in life and should have gone to hell, but for some reason, they stayed in the human world. Then,
There will definitely be a ghost king who will rule them and protect them from the fire of hell. Now that we have taken in the little ghosts, the ghost king is coming!"
Platoon Leader Zhang felt a little nervous and asked: "Is the Ghost King powerful?"
"Are you scared?" Jing'er asked with a smile.
"What are you afraid of? Aren't you here?" Platoon Leader Zhang asked.
"Oh? Didn't you say that I am a magic stick before? Why are you counting on me as a magic stick now?" Jing'er sarcastically said.
Platoon leader Zhang sneered and said: "My lord, there are a lot of them, you won't take them seriously."
"I'm not an adult, I'm a little girl. Anyone who offends me will be remembered forever," Jing'er said seriously.
Platoon Leader Zhang was stunned and looked at her serious expression, "Oh my god, you don't want to push me to death right now, do you? I can't deal with the Ghost King, and I don't know how to use the figure eight knot."
"To deal with the Ghost King, the figure eight knot is useless." Jing'er stood up, and the sky above DreamWorks gradually became gloomy, with black clouds gathering from all directions.
"Is it going to rain? No, today's weather forecast says it will be sunny. As expected, the weather forecast cannot be trusted." Platoon Leader Zhang also stood up and said.
"The weather forecast is still reliable, look at the sky outside!" Jing'er carried Platoon Commander Zhang up to the roof and let him see another part of the sky.
"Wow, what's going on? These clouds are so low. The sky over there is still bright and bright, and the sun is shining high!" Platoon Leader Zhang asked in surprise. Of course, the sun is shining brightly is an exaggeration, but at least it is a beautiful thing.
sunny winter day.
Jing'er shrugged, "Because, the Ghost King is here!"
Platoon leader Zhang was so frightened that he almost fell. He looked around in surprise and asked: "Where is it? Where is it? Are you here? Why didn't I see it?"
Jing'er sat on the roof and asked, "Is there any smoke?"
Platoon Leader Zhang hurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes and asked, "Do you smoke?"
"Occasionally!" Jing'er took out a cigarette, lit it, held it between two fingers, and put it elegantly into her mouth.
"Oh my God, you're not the kind of person who smokes when you're nervous, are you? Can't you deal with the Ghost King? Don't scare me!" Platoon Leader Zhang saw that she looked calm and calm, but his eyes were very sharp.
, constantly scanning the clouds, thinking she was nervous.
Jing'er took a puff of the cigarette and blew out the smoke. Platoon Leader Zhang looked at her in surprise, "Why did you spit out so much smoke? You are smoking!" He clearly only saw Jing'er taking a gentle puff, but
However, smoke continued to spit out from her mouth, and the smoke slowly flew up and impacted the black clouds.
Jing'er handed him the cigarette, "You keep smoking, I'll go up and take a look!"
"Smoking? I'll smoke what's left of your cigarette? There's saliva, but I don't want it!" Platoon Leader Zhang said with disgust. He took out one and planned to light it.
Jing'er knocked away his cigarette and said, "Where is there so much nonsense? Come on!"
"Women's saliva is dirty!" Platoon Leader Zhang muttered, but he still took the cigarette that Jing'er gave him and put it into his mouth, took a puff, and then spit it out immediately. It was strange that after just one puff, the cigarette kept coming.
The ground appeared. He looked at Jing'er in surprise and said excitedly: "I can do it too, I also have magic!"
Jing'er rolled her eyes, "I cast a spell in the smoke, smoke it quickly!" After saying that, she lightened her body and flew up like a light swallow, stepping on the soft clouds and mist, and flew straight into the black clouds.
"Wow!" People outside DreamWorks also saw it, "People can also fly!" Someone took out their mobile phones, and the director immediately stopped them, "No filming is allowed. If anyone takes pictures, I will immediately fall out!" This thing is still happening!
It really couldn't be made public, otherwise it would harm Jing'er. So he stopped it strongly.
When everyone saw what the director said, they realized they couldn't take pictures, so they all put down their phones.
After Jing'er came into contact with the black cloud, the black cloud suddenly disappeared, and then even Jing'er's figure disappeared.
Platoon Leader Zhang was so frightened that he shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, Goddess, are you still there?"
His voice echoed in the dream factory, and the remaining headless ghosts rushed towards him. He panicked and smoked violently. The smoke was spit out, trapping each of the headless ghosts in the smoke.
He was overjoyed and took a few more puffs in succession. He was so carried away that he forgot that after just one puff of the cigarette, a lot of smoke came out. When he found that the smoke had reached the end, there were still several headless ghosts floating in the air.
At this time, he knew that he was tragic.
He stood quietly on the roof, stretched out his hand to touch the gun, squatted down and raised the gun and said: "Don't come over, I fired the gun. I tell you, I am a sharpshooter. I advise you not to take risks, and you don't want to die too many times."
Just once?...Don't come over, don't come over, I really shot, oh, go away, Goddess, help me!"
The ghosts ignored his threat and quickly surrounded him. He could clearly feel the cold fingers of the ghosts brushing his face. Goosebumps appeared all over his body. He quickly closed his eyes, not daring to look at those ghosts.
From above the hollow neck, the headless ghost screamed in fright.
Just closing his eyes, the fear became more intense. He opened his eyes again, and suddenly saw a bloody hand shaking in front of his eyes. His heart suddenly jumped into his throat. In panic, he waved his hands,
Immediately, the headless ghost grabbed his hands and held him up, trying to throw him down.
As soon as the headless ghost let go of his hand, Platoon Leader Zhang's body suddenly flew into the air and fell down with a whoosh. He thought that even if he didn't die this time, he would at least be paralyzed. As a result, he only felt that the ground was soft and there was no pain at all on his body.
Yes, he stretched out his hand and touched the ground. It was also soft. When he looked down, it was the smoke he exhaled. It turned out that when he was thrown to the chess game by the headless ghost, the smoke flew down and cushioned him, so,
He was not injured.
He stood up with weak legs and looked up, only to see a black shadow flying down quickly. When his vision went dark, he felt something rushing into his body. He was shocked and looked up to see Jing'er also
He flew down and walked up to him, with a weird smile on his lips, "What are you laughing at? Are you possessed by a ghost?" Platoon Leader Zhang stepped back and asked, with a look of panic on his face.
Jing'er smiled slightly, "No, it's you who is possessed!" She suddenly punched him in the abdomen. He felt pain and screamed, and a ball of black air suddenly flew out of his mouth. Jing'er snorted.
With a sound, the swastika on the forehead formed a powerful force, wrapping up the black air, and then flew back to Jing'er's hand.
Jing'er used another handful of figure eight knots to collect all the remaining ghosts. The black air in the sky dispersed, and a ray of sunshine poured into the Dream Factory.
"It's done!" Jing'er said.
Platoon leader Zhang covered his stomach and said, "You fucking beat me up!"
"Who made you so weak? You let the Ghost King take possession of you." Jing'er straightened her figure eight knot and said calmly.
"You are talking nonsense. Where is the upper body? You hit me, and I was very conscious at the time." Platoon Leader Zhang said angrily.
"Who told you that a ghost will lose consciousness immediately after he takes over? It will take time for him to take over your body. If I hadn't beaten him out in time, you would have been taken over by him now, and I will kill him.
Killing him will only destroy your body!" Jing'er threatened.
"Liar!" Platoon Leader Zhang muttered, but he completely believed it in his heart.
Platoon leader Zhang limped out with a basket on his back. It was so pitiful that he had turned into a bow-legged man after such a good year!