Under the fluorescent light, I saw a small body lying in the palm of the black Buddha spread out in front of the navel!
Wearing a blue silk Republic of China gown, he only had half of his head. The other half was shattered, like a damaged human doll...
It's that little boy from Guijun!
To be precise, its physical part.
Previously, at the edge of Lin Xin Lake, this guy showed up arrogantly and beat Ah Huang until he vomited blood and fell into a coma. He also wanted to cut a hole in his head and eat it as pure natural tofu!
Fortunately, Dong Weike activated the ghost energy left in Fu Yang's body and disabled it. He also personally came to help, allowing the two of them to escape...
Now, this somewhat broken body lies motionless on the palm of the black Buddha.
According to Ah Huang's speculation, Dong Weike should be in the legendary ghost king realm. Even if the ghost aura left to Fu Yang only has one successful power, it is enough to seriously injure the little ghost king boy, losing most of his power, and requiring him to recuperate for a long time.
a period of time.
It is precisely because of this that they are so anxious to find it quickly and destroy it completely! The soul that is lurking in the dark somewhere will not be able to merge with the body, and the chance to become a corpse demon will be lost forever.
"Although I think the Queen is not as powerful as Ah Huang boasts, this damn naughty kid must be very weak indeed. It seems that he is hiding in the Bone Temple to recuperate?"
Fu Yang rolled his eyes, and many thoughts flashed through his head.
"This opportunity cannot be missed. If you lose it, you will be ****. Now that I have found your base camp, I must kill you!"
At this moment, Fu Yang felt that he was righteous and awe-inspiring. He had the demeanor of a hero who had done harm to the people in ancient times.
The fear in his heart was overcome by the heat. He looked around and found a row of black iron lamps on both sides of the temple shrine.
These lamps are cast from pig iron and are more than one meter high; they have a heavy and thick base, a groove for placing lamp oil on the top, and a slender but strong iron rod in the middle.
"That's right! This thing can be used as a weapon."
Fu Yang was very satisfied with this black iron lamp and quickly took one and held it in his hand.
Then he used his other hand to support himself and climbed up the shrine like an agile monkey.
Arriving in front of the huge palm of the Black Buddha, he saw the Guijun child lying flat on his back. With only half a head, he looked gloomy, ferocious, and terrifying.
"Hey... the fabric of the clothes he is wearing looks so familiar."
Fu Yang suddenly noticed the blue Republic of China gown on Guijun's child. He suddenly realized that the clothes were the same as those of the guy who attacked him in the city archives before!
Sure enough, humans and ghosts colluded to do bad things!
Fu Yang's teeth were itching with hatred. He thought that after destroying this naughty kid's body, if he had a chance to get out alive, he must put all these living scum who "helped ghosts to harm" to prison and sentenced them all.
The death penalty can eliminate the only hatred in your heart.
"Okay, naughty kid. Let me take you on your way! Apparently you are from the Republic of China? You deserve to die after being dead for so long. Don't harm others in the next life..."
Fu Yang grasped the iron pole of the lamp with both hands and suddenly raised it high above his head. He smashed it down with all his strength!
boom!
The heavy lamp holder hit the corpse's chest.
Fu Yang felt as if he had been hit by a hard yet elastic truck tire. The force of the shock made his mouth numb and his arms a little sore.
"Fuck! Did this naughty kid ever practice Iron Shirt when he was alive? It's so tough."
But it was okay. This hard blow still caused a large dent in its chest. It was obvious that the bones had been broken.
"One, two, three, four, do it again!"
Fu Yang used both hands hard again, picked up the meter-long black iron lamp, and smashed it crazily at the ghost body in the palm of the black Buddha.
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.
The continuous sound echoed in the empty and silent Bone Temple, which seemed very strange and penetrating.
Although Guijun is tyrannical, his body is not as invulnerable as a "zombie". After being hit by Fu Yang all at once, he could only hear the sound of bones breaking, and his teeth were sore. One arm had been smashed to the ground and
The torso is separated.
"I'll smash it, I'll smash it, I'll smash it! It makes you harm people, it makes you want to harm my goddess Qin Mei. It makes you want to turn into a corpse demon and harm more people! I'll smash it..."
Fu Yang himself didn't even realize that his strength now had at least doubled compared to before!
This black iron lamp used for sacrifice weighs at least thirty kilograms. If it can be swung like a brick and smashed, it is at least equivalent to the level of a national fighting champion.
He was sweating profusely and was about to take a sharp blow - directly smashing off the remaining half of the ghost corpse's head.
Seeing the heavy lamp holder hit accurately...
But something unexpected happened!
Guijun's eyes, which had been closed tightly, suddenly opened!!!
What kind of eyes are those.
Cold, ferocious, gloomy, ferocious... there is no emotion in it. It seems that the purpose of existence is to kill and destroy, just to harm people.
"Brother, have you smashed enough?"
A bone-chilling voice came out of Guijun's child's mouth.
Fu Yang was so frightened that he almost peed, but he knew that this was his last chance, so the lamp in his hand continued to smash down with a roar without any hesitation!
boom.
The lamp holder did not hit its head, but was supported by one of its outstretched palms.
He was obviously just a child of seven or eight years old. His palm was small and looked very weak. However, he blocked Fu Yang's full blow and held the heavy lamp holder firmly.
"Fuck! If I had known, I would have broken both of this naughty kid's arms from the beginning."
Fu Yang yelled regretfully, he shouldn't have smashed his body in the first place.
But now, it's too late to regret anything.
Ghost Lord's physical body has revived, and every soul and soul has returned to the body from nowhere.
"Are you afraid of something? It hasn't recovered from its previous injuries, and now it's almost falling apart after being hit. It's so weak that I'll go all out and kill it hard! The entire people of Jiangcheng will be grateful for my kindness."
Fu Yang thought about it and realized that he had no intention of running away. He even wanted to swing the lamp up again, switch ends and continue smashing it.
But facts have proven that if you underestimate a terrifying existence like Ghost Lord, you will suffer a big loss!
Gui Jun sat up from the palm of the black Buddha statue in a swish, and used his remaining right hand to grab the middle part of the slender lamp. He pulled hard and snatched it from Fu Yang's hand.
With one hand, he turned his thin arm and hit it on the back of Fu Yang who turned around and wanted to run away!
"It hurts!!!"
Fu Yang vomited blood and flew backwards, falling towards the shrine. (Third update! Readers who haven't voted for recommendation yet, hurry up and do so)