Chapter 921
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I quickly lit the second handful of wolf hair, and my hands shook. The wolf hair wrapped in the yellow paper fell off. The lighter only lit the yellow paper.
I quickly threw away the yellow paper and bent to pick up the wolf hair on the ground. At that time, the burning yellow paper just floated onto a skirt. It screamed, and the whole thing burned. The other skirts saw it and retreated one after another.
I was stunned. What's the matter!
I seem to understand that the ghosts here are not afraid of the fire from the scourge of Sirius. They are afraid of any fire, but the fire must be lit by something outside the apartment.
After a long time of making weapon training array, I have such weakness. I regret for a while. I knew that I would not harm Sirius scourge! Then he took out a charm from his arms, spread it on his hand like a fan, and lit it with a spirit fire, then threw it at the skirts.
"Come on, come on!"
My guess is right. The skirt is so scared that I step back. I hold the scourge tightly in my other hand and beat them constantly. The skirts screamed, and the yellow paper in my hand burned out in a flash. I quickly took out another stack and lit it in my hand.
The last time I was bullied by these spirits, I became a grandson. Now I feel a sense of shame!
Gradually, I pushed these skirts into the end of the corridor. At this time, I stepped on a pool of wet and sticky things. I looked down and saw that there was a pool of blood on the ground.
A drop of blood "pops" from the top of my head onto the tip of my nose. I looked up and was shocked. The place where the blood was dripping was the fire sprinkler installed in the apartment. It turned out that these skirts deliberately led me here for this reason.
With a crash, the head of the fire sprinkler began to spray blood!
The flame in my hand was extinguished in an instant, I cried out in a bad voice, ready to retreat, but the skirt began to launch a counterattack against me.
I clenched my teeth and swung my machete towards the nearest skirt. The skirt was originally a soft thing. The knife was cut so hard that it flattened the whole skirt. Then the two skirts caught my right hand. The bloody skirt was cold and wet, climbing up my arm like a snake.
I broke the skirt with a backhand knife, but I didn't pay attention to the other skirt coming up from the back, holding me firmly, and then contracting, wrapping my body, it felt like being entangled by a python, my hands and feet could not move freely.
Other skirts are all around. If they wrap around, there is only one way to die!
I gnawed my teeth hard, and split the skirt in front of me from half waist. It fell to the ground in two parts.
I waved at random, beat back those skirts, wrapped around me like a possessed evil spirit, constantly interfering with my movements, making me unable to grasp the direction and strength of the knife.
With the blood on my head like a rainstorm, I've been wet all over my body. Even my sight is red. Maybe that's the feeling of killing red eyes?
In order to survive, I fought my life to chop, chop, chop, and cut a bloody path between these strange skirts.
The stairway is getting closer and closer to me. When there are only a few steps left, I cut two skirts with one knife, rushed to them quickly and took out the yellow paper from my arms. I found that my hands were shaking badly.
At this time, my ankles tightened, and the two cut skirts even caught my feet, trying to pull me towards the blood curtain
I was wet, and the floor was made of marble. I was dragged back and forth by them.
"Damn it!"
Seeing that I was about to fall short, I swore with anxiety. Suddenly, I was quick to learn my wisdom. I put the machete forward and hooked the back of the machete to the guardrail of the stairs.
Those skirts dragged me back just like tug of war, and even dragged me into the air. I don't know how long I can support myself, but I'm sure that I can't consume these spirits.
So I took out another hand and took out a stack of yellow paper from my arms. Fortunately, the inside of my coat is still dry, or I will really explain it here today. I picked up the yellow paper and lit it in my hand. The flame that lit up in an instant never made me feel so warm and reassured.
Under the fire, the skirts let go of me and wriggled away like snakes.
I put out my hand to wipe the blood on my face, breathed a few long breaths, and waited for the fire on my hand to go out. I quickly took out another piece of yellow paper, carefully rolled it into a roll, and then lit it.
These yellow papers are my life, but I have to save them!
Just now, I was so tired that I was about to break up. I stood up to continue to go upstairs, but suddenly I was tired and heavy, and a sense of tiredness came. The magic thought bell suddenly rang to wake me up, but it only lasted for a few seconds, and my two eyelids began to fight again.
In a daze, the blood on the ground began to spread to me. I couldn't tell whether I was awake or dreaming
Unreal thinking bell is shaking like crazy. If I want to wake up, I try to wake up, but I always feel something is pulling my consciousness to sink, as if a voice in my head is saying:"Go to sleep, go to sleep, you will not feel pain after sleeping..."
The blood gradually gathered around me into a lake of blood. From the blood, several bloody people stood up. They had no face, and came slowly towards me. The surrounding scenery has also changed. It's no longer a dark staircase, but a deep sky. There are dead trees and crows in the distance. It's like a bloody swamp here!
I can't be scared, but my body just doesn't listen. When I think of myself, I'll explain it like this, and warm tears come out.
Just then, a small hand slapped me on the shoulder several times, and I felt the miso coming out again, and I woke up suddenly.
As soon as I looked around, I was still at the entrance of the corridor. It turned out that those skirts were going to attack me again. There was a clear voice behind them: "uncle, come on up!"
I looked up and saw that it was little red riding hood. I didn't have time to think about it. I followed her up the stairs.
We ran all the way to the fifth floor. The first thing was to light a roll of yellow paper and put it in our hands like cigarettes. I asked little red riding hood, "have you been kidnapped? How did you escape? "
"That bad uncle is fascinated, so I took the opportunity to run away!" With that, Little Red Riding Hood smiled a little triumphant, and then she took my hand and said, "uncle, I'll take you to a place."
Little Red Riding Hood led me to the west of the apartment. All the way around, the Yin Qi was ready to move. Their goal was naturally me. Little Red Riding Hood seemed to be nonexistent in their eyes, but they were afraid that the yellow paper on my hand would not come near.
For a moment, I suddenly thought, is it really natural that the Yin Qi on Little Red Riding Hood is so heavy?
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I quickly lit the second handful of wolf hair, and my hands shook. The wolf hair wrapped in the yellow paper fell off. The lighter only lit the yellow paper.
I quickly threw away the yellow paper and bent to pick up the wolf hair on the ground. At that time, the burning yellow paper just floated onto a skirt. It screamed, and the whole thing burned. The other skirts saw it and retreated one after another.
I was stunned. What's the matter!
I seem to understand that the ghosts here are not afraid of the fire from the scourge of Sirius. They are afraid of any fire, but the fire must be lit by something outside the apartment.
After a long time of making weapon training array, I have such weakness. I regret for a while. I knew that I would not harm Sirius scourge! Then he took out a charm from his arms, spread it on his hand like a fan, and lit it with a spirit fire, then threw it at the skirts.
"Come on, come on!"
My guess is right. The skirt is so scared that I step back. I hold the scourge tightly in my other hand and beat them constantly. The skirts screamed, and the yellow paper in my hand burned out in a flash. I quickly took out another stack and lit it in my hand.
The last time I was bullied by these spirits, I became a grandson. Now I feel a sense of shame!
Gradually, I pushed these skirts into the end of the corridor. At this time, I stepped on a pool of wet and sticky things. I looked down and saw that there was a pool of blood on the ground.
A drop of blood "pops" from the top of my head onto the tip of my nose. I looked up and was shocked. The place where the blood was dripping was the fire sprinkler installed in the apartment. It turned out that these skirts deliberately led me here for this reason.
With a crash, the head of the fire sprinkler began to spray blood!
The flame in my hand was extinguished in an instant, I cried out in a bad voice, ready to retreat, but the skirt began to launch a counterattack against me.
I clenched my teeth and swung my machete towards the nearest skirt. The skirt was originally a soft thing. The knife was cut so hard that it flattened the whole skirt. Then the two skirts caught my right hand. The bloody skirt was cold and wet, climbing up my arm like a snake.
I broke the skirt with a backhand knife, but I didn't pay attention to the other skirt coming up from the back, holding me firmly, and then contracting, wrapping my body, it felt like being entangled by a python, my hands and feet could not move freely.
Other skirts are all around. If they wrap around, there is only one way to die!
I gnawed my teeth hard, and split the skirt in front of me from half waist. It fell to the ground in two parts.
I waved at random, beat back those skirts, wrapped around me like a possessed evil spirit, constantly interfering with my movements, making me unable to grasp the direction and strength of the knife.
With the blood on my head like a rainstorm, I've been wet all over my body. Even my sight is red. Maybe that's the feeling of killing red eyes?
In order to survive, I fought my life to chop, chop, chop, and cut a bloody path between these strange skirts.
The stairway is getting closer and closer to me. When there are only a few steps left, I cut two skirts with one knife, rushed to them quickly and took out the yellow paper from my arms. I found that my hands were shaking badly.
At this time, my ankles tightened, and the two cut skirts even caught my feet, trying to pull me towards the blood curtain
I was wet, and the floor was made of marble. I was dragged back and forth by them.
"Damn it!"
Seeing that I was about to fall short, I swore with anxiety. Suddenly, I was quick to learn my wisdom. I put the machete forward and hooked the back of the machete to the guardrail of the stairs.
Those skirts dragged me back just like tug of war, and even dragged me into the air. I don't know how long I can support myself, but I'm sure that I can't consume these spirits.
So I took out another hand and took out a stack of yellow paper from my arms. Fortunately, the inside of my coat is still dry, or I will really explain it here today. I picked up the yellow paper and lit it in my hand. The flame that lit up in an instant never made me feel so warm and reassured.
Under the fire, the skirts let go of me and wriggled away like snakes.
I put out my hand to wipe the blood on my face, breathed a few long breaths, and waited for the fire on my hand to go out. I quickly took out another piece of yellow paper, carefully rolled it into a roll, and then lit it.
These yellow papers are my life, but I have to save them!
Just now, I was so tired that I was about to break up. I stood up to continue to go upstairs, but suddenly I was tired and heavy, and a sense of tiredness came. The magic thought bell suddenly rang to wake me up, but it only lasted for a few seconds, and my two eyelids began to fight again.
In a daze, the blood on the ground began to spread to me. I couldn't tell whether I was awake or dreaming
Unreal thinking bell is shaking like crazy. If I want to wake up, I try to wake up, but I always feel something is pulling my consciousness to sink, as if a voice in my head is saying:"Go to sleep, go to sleep, you will not feel pain after sleeping..."
The blood gradually gathered around me into a lake of blood. From the blood, several bloody people stood up. They had no face, and came slowly towards me. The surrounding scenery has also changed. It's no longer a dark staircase, but a deep sky. There are dead trees and crows in the distance. It's like a bloody swamp here!
I can't be scared, but my body just doesn't listen. When I think of myself, I'll explain it like this, and warm tears come out.
Just then, a small hand slapped me on the shoulder several times, and I felt the miso coming out again, and I woke up suddenly.
As soon as I looked around, I was still at the entrance of the corridor. It turned out that those skirts were going to attack me again. There was a clear voice behind them: "uncle, come on up!"
I looked up and saw that it was little red riding hood. I didn't have time to think about it. I followed her up the stairs.
We ran all the way to the fifth floor. The first thing was to light a roll of yellow paper and put it in our hands like cigarettes. I asked little red riding hood, "have you been kidnapped? How did you escape? "
"That bad uncle is fascinated, so I took the opportunity to run away!" With that, Little Red Riding Hood smiled a little triumphant, and then she took my hand and said, "uncle, I'll take you to a place."
Little Red Riding Hood led me to the west of the apartment. All the way around, the Yin Qi was ready to move. Their goal was naturally me. Little Red Riding Hood seemed to be nonexistent in their eyes, but they were afraid that the yellow paper on my hand would not come near.
For a moment, I suddenly thought, is it really natural that the Yin Qi on Little Red Riding Hood is so heavy?
I quickly lit the second handful of wolf hair, and my hands shook. The wolf hair wrapped in the yellow paper fell off. The lighter only lit the yellow paper. I quickly threw away the yellow paper and bent to pick up the wolf hair on the ground. At that time, the burning yellow paper just floated onto a skirt. It screamed, and the whole thing burned. The other skirts saw it and retreated one after another. I was stunned. What's the matter! I seem to understand that the ghosts here are not afraid of the fire from the scourge of Sirius. They are afraid of any fire, but the fire must be lit by something outside the apartment. After a long time of making weapon training array, I have such weakness. I regret for a while. I knew that I would not harm Sirius scourge! Then he took out a charm from his arms, spread it on his hand like a fan, and lit it with a spirit fire, then threw it at the skirts. "Come on, come on!" My guess is right. The skirt is so scared that I step back. I hold the scourge tightly in my other hand and beat them constantly. The skirts screamed, and the yellow paper in my hand burned out in a flash. I quickly took out another stack and lit it in my hand. The last time I was bullied by these spirits, I became a grandson. Now I feel a sense of shame! Gradually, I pushed these skirts into the end of the corridor. At this time, I stepped on a pool of wet and sticky things. I looked down and saw that there was a pool of blood on the ground. A drop of blood "pops" from the top of my head onto the tip of my nose. I looked up and was shocked. The place where the blood was dripping was the fire sprinkler installed in the apartment. It turned out that these skirts deliberately led me here for this reason. With a crash, the head of the fire sprinkler began to spray blood! The flame in my hand was extinguished in an instant, I cried out in a bad voice, ready to retreat, but the skirt began to launch a counterattack against me. I clenched my teeth and swung my machete towards the nearest skirt. The skirt was originally a soft thing. The knife was cut so hard that it flattened the whole skirt. Then the two skirts caught my right hand. The bloody skirt was cold and wet, climbing up my arm like a snake. I broke the skirt with a backhand knife, but I didn't pay attention to the other skirt coming up from the back, holding me firmly, and then contracting, wrapping my body, it felt like being entangled by a python, my hands and feet could not move freely. Other skirts are all around. If they wrap around, there is only one way to die! I gnawed my teeth hard, and split the skirt in front of me from half waist. It fell to the ground in two parts. I waved at random, beat back those skirts, wrapped around me like a possessed evil spirit, constantly interfering with my movements, making me unable to grasp the direction and strength of the knife. With the blood on my head like a rainstorm, I've been wet all over my body. Even my sight is red. Maybe that's the feeling of killing red eyes? In order to survive, I fought my life to chop, chop, chop, and cut a bloody path between these strange skirts. The stairway is getting closer and closer to me. When there are only a few steps left, I cut two skirts with one knife, rushed to them quickly and took out the yellow paper from my arms. I found that my hands were shaking badly. At this time, my ankles tightened, and the two cut skirts even caught my feet, trying to pull me towards the blood curtain I was wet, and the floor was made of marble. I was dragged back and forth by them. "Damn it!" Seeing that I was about to fall short, I swore with anxiety. Suddenly, I was quick to learn my wisdom. I put the machete forward and hooked the back of the machete to the guardrail of the stairs. Those skirts dragged me back just like tug of war, and even dragged me into the air. I don't know how long I can support myself, but I'm sure that I can't consume these spirits. So I took out another hand and took out a stack of yellow paper from my arms. Fortunately, the inside of my coat is still dry, or I will really explain it here today. I picked up the yellow paper and lit it in my hand. The flame that lit up in an instant never made me feel so warm and reassured. Under the fire, the skirts let go of me and wriggled away like snakes. I put out my hand to wipe the blood on my face, breathed a few long breaths, and waited for the fire on my hand to go out. I quickly took out another piece of yellow paper, carefully rolled it into a roll, and then lit it. These yellow papers are my life, but I have to save them! Just now, I was so tired that I was about to break up. I stood up to continue to go upstairs, but suddenly I was tired and heavy, and a sense of tiredness came. The magic thought bell suddenly rang to wake me up, but it only lasted for a few seconds, and my two eyelids began to fight again. In a daze, the blood on the ground began to spread to me. I couldn't tell whether I was awake or dreaming Unreal thinking bell is shaking like crazy. If I want to wake up, I try to wake up, but I always feel something is pulling my consciousness to sink, as if a voice in my head is saying:"Go to sleep, go to sleep, you will not feel pain after sleeping..." The blood gradually gathered around me into a lake of blood. From the blood, several bloody people stood up. They had no face, and came slowly towards me. The surrounding scenery has also changed. It's no longer a dark staircase, but a deep sky. There are dead trees and crows in the distance. It's like a bloody swamp here! I can't be scared, but my body just doesn't listen. When I think of myself, I'll explain it like this, and warm tears come out. Just then, a small hand slapped me on the shoulder several times, and I felt the miso coming out again, and I woke up suddenly. As soon as I looked around, I was still at the entrance of the corridor. It turned out that those skirts were going to attack me again. There was a clear voice behind them: "uncle, come on up!" I looked up and saw that it was little red riding hood. I didn't have time to think about it. I followed her up the stairs. We ran all the way to the fifth floor. The first thing was to light a roll of yellow paper and put it in our hands like cigarettes. I asked little red riding hood, "have you been kidnapped? How did you escape? " "That bad uncle is fascinated, so I took the opportunity to run away!" With that, Little Red Riding Hood smiled a little triumphant, and then she took my hand and said, "uncle, I'll take you to a place." Little Red Riding Hood led me to the west of the apartment. All the way around, the Yin Qi was ready to move. Their goal was naturally me. Little Red Riding Hood seemed to be nonexistent in their eyes, but they were afraid that the yellow paper on my hand would not come near. For a moment, I suddenly thought, is it really natural that the Yin Qi on Little Red Riding Hood is so heavy?
