C21

It was like someone was holding it up with their feet. On closer look, it was the ghost that had almost strangled me that day in the stairwell. It looked exactly the same as the one in the photo, except it had a deathly aura and killing intent. In any case, there was no life force on it.

I don't intend to wait until it comes out of the sewer before putting my hands on it.

Attacking an enemy while they were gathering was a common tactic in military warfare, so I poured a bottle of garlic juice over them.

Like a wolf scalded with water, it continued to rise, grimacing with pain. His head was completely exposed, reaching up to his neck.

"Damn it!" "It really is more ferocious, more powerful!" I took out the cinnabar cannon and lit one. I threw it over. In addition to the cinnabar that had been mixed into the gunpowder, the lead wire had also been shortened to allow for rapid detonation.

The sound of "just" made my ears ring a little, and the cinnabar cannon in the narrow bathroom was especially loud. Compared to the results, the buzzing in his ears was worth it.

That head that came out of the explosion tilted to the side. How could I not increase the amount when it looks effective?

Immediately, I ordered a few thick ones and threw them over. I dodged outside the bathroom door to prevent my ears from getting hurt by the shockwave.

After a few rings, I looked again to see that the puddle of black water was gone. I immediately went to the living room to look at the Ghost Fixing Needle that was lying on the table. At this moment, the Ghost Fixing Needle was no longer the toothpick that was normally placed in the fur of a cat. The cat's fur swelled up as it held up the Sophora Flamingo. At this time, the thin head of the wooden stick was shaking uncontrollably, but the degree of rotation was not great. It was likely that the evil ghost was looking for an opening outside the building.

Suddenly, the Ghost Fixing Needle turned around and pointed at the main bedroom of Manager Qian and Monica. What's going on? All the windows in the master bedroom have been sealed with garlic sauce? " Without much time to think, I jumped into the master bedroom, where Manager Qian and Monica were lying prone on the big balcony, looking out. From my vantage point, I could see that just behind them, on the right wall of the air-conditioning vent, a thick cloud of black smoke, like ink flying in the air, was coming in.

"Be careful!" I shouted, waving the water in the bottle in my hand towards the increasing amount of black fog. Manager Qian pointed at the cinnabar cannon, and after a few seconds, he threw it towards the ball of mist in the air. After the black fog was dispersed, it once again gathered together. This time, it directly formed a human figure that gradually became clearer.

"Little... "Morning." Monica looked at the human figure and shouted out its name. However, the ghoul was staring in Monica's direction with a gaze full of hatred, if the records in "Ghost Scripture" weren't fake. At this moment, it should only be able to feel intense hatred and killing intent. It wouldn't be able to sense anything else, much less someone calling it by its name while it was alive.

Its pale face and empty eyes were staring at Monica. The latter was scared and hid behind Manager Qian, hugging him while trembling all over.

Manager Qian's left hand was wrapped around Monica's shoulder, while his right hand was holding onto the plastic bottle to prevent the evil ghost from rushing over. He didn't want to be idle either, so he shouted at me, "Monkey, what are you standing there for? Should I wait for it to treat you to tea? "

My eyes are about to ignite from anger. This fellow is just acting like a hero and is taking advantage of me while hugging a beauty. I have to get rid of this thing with a charge. No way, next time I have to change places with him, I want to be on my own, but these are all future matters, let's get rid of this monster in front of me first!

He pointed at the cinnabar cannon in his hand and threw it out, but the evil ghost seemed to know the power of this thing. His figure flashed as he hid to the other side of the bedroom. The explosion of the cinnabar cannon had not been able to injure him!

Then its counterattack came, and with a wave of its' hand, 'the little bits and pieces in the room were thrown at the three of us like invisible hands, like frames, cups, and lamps. These things weren't big, but they were fast, and all of them were quite lethal.

The Manager Qian protected Monica behind him and used a clothes dryer to block the flying object towards them from the balcony.

I tried to dodge and dodge, but just as I was about to throw a cinnabar cannon at him, a bottle of red wine came flying through the air. A few days ago, she opened a bottle of wine for me and Manager Qian to drink. When I casually said "it's so astringent, it doesn't have a second pot to drink", these two guys immediately looked at me with disdain.

At this moment, the brands of red wine were flying at me like grenades, ducking their heads to dodge one after the other. But the first one threw flowers on the wall, and broken glass and spilled red wine soaked most of my back. Then, he felt a burning pain on his neck, and when he turned around, he touched half of his hand, which was covered in blood. He had been cut open by the broken glass, and now he felt the pain of being soaked in red wine again. I was so angry at myself that I took a number 2 out of my backpack and kicked my feet in preparation to show this thing some color.

Who knew that after a few attempts, they were unable to find the lead wire? It turned out that this' cinnabar second kick 'was on the top of the backpack, and the lead wire was completely soaked by the earlier bottle of red wine. After delaying for a few seconds, the wraith seemed to have spotted an opening and rushed towards me. A shadow flashed in front of my eyes and it appeared before me. In a moment of desperation, I forcefully broke my second kick into two and lit up the gunpowder within it.

The gunpowder was ignited, and the thick smoke, along with the cinnabar radiation, sprayed out, scaring the evil ghost a step back. All of a sudden, I thought of something. I had a reason for holding something called Second Kick. That was to rely on the blast from the first explosion to push the second one into the air, so there would be two consecutive explosions. The gunpowder that was just burning was only one part of it, and the other was in my hand. By the time I realized it, it was too late, and just as I let go, the second blast exploded.

With a "peng" sound, my hand was first violently slapped, followed by an intense pain in my hand. Not only that, the close range explosion still shook my ears so that I couldn't hear anything clearly. His eyes were also filled with bits of paper or sand, causing his vision to blur.

Today was probably my "Lucy Day" when I was deaf and blind, with a gash on the back of my neck bleeding and half my hand broken. The fourth 'surprise' could not wait to arrive.

My chest felt as though it had been forcefully pushed by a mighty warrior. My vision blackened, and more than half of the air in my lungs had been squeezed out, causing me to be sent flying.

As I was flying through the air, I bumped into something behind me. The sensation coming from my back told me that it wasn't a solid wall. It was my good brother Manager Qian and the extremely weak Monica. The two of them saw that I was struck by the evil ghost and was sent flying towards the wall, attempting to save me regardless of the danger.

The three of us collided head on, and the strength in my body was reduced by more than half!

However, the two of them bumped into the wall one after the other. Manager Qian used his body to block the majority of the impact between Monica and the wall. "He was probably only half alive from the pincer attack, not to mention Monica, and fainted on the spot.

"F * ck you, I'll fight you to death!" My eyes turned red from anxiety when I saw this. The fierceness that was formed in the flames of battle flowed through my body along with the blood that was flowing from my anger.

I snarled and rushed at the growling wraith, probably because the room was filled with garlic and cinnabar dust that had to be condensed into a solid form. When I hit it, I felt as if I'd run into a cold corpse.

It staggered back two steps after being hit by my full strength, and then pounced back again, clawing at me with both hands. Gritting my teeth, I pull my backpack up to my chest, ready to set fire to all the guns inside, and then deal with it as if it were an explosive package.

His right hand had been blasted quite heavily just now. Fortunately, the bone was not injured, as it was only a superficial wound on his palm.

But it was also enough to make my hands inflexible. Just as I used my left hand to strenuously twist the longest string in my bag to start a fire, my throat was firmly gripped by that evil spirit.

"Dammit, it's this trick again!" I desperately tried to pry it apart with one hand. With my other hand I ignited the fuse, and at that moment I felt that I was not fighting alone. There were so many firecrackers, and they were very close to me. To be honest, I really don't know which one of us will hurt more, but I can only put my life on the line. Being wounded is better than being strangled to death. At the very least, it can save two lives of our brothers and Monica. Otherwise, none of us will be able to survive.

However, he did not expect that after killing so many times, the ghoul had actually become smarter. It could also have experienced the taste of the cinnabar cannon. It pushed forward, forcing its body to squash the burning lead. I tried to light the fuse again, but the lighter in my left hand was gripped tightly. His hands were getting tighter and tighter, but my punches didn't seem to have any effect on his head. I was so anxious that I cried out in my heart.

Just when I thought this calamity was over, a ball of fire flew over my head with a "whoosh". The ball of fire landed in the corner behind the evil spirit, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the rucksack with the cinnabar cannon on Manager Qian's body. To think that this fellow would order around the entire bag. Seems like he also knew that he could only give it his all.

I pushed with both feet, using the last of my strength to knock it into the backpack." Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The sounds echoed as the firecrackers in Manager Qian's backpack exploded!

For a moment, the air was filled with smoke as bits of paper flew everywhere.

"It's like a fucking New Year when I was a kid." That was the last thing on my mind before I passed out.

"Monkey, wake up! Hurry up and f * ck wake up!" In the darkness, I heard my brother's familiar voice … Opening my eyes, I saw Manager Qian and Monica. Due to the close proximity of their heads, their faces were especially big, and their noses were filled with the smell of medicine. Looking around, I saw that they were actually in the same ward.

"How long have I been unconscious?" I asked weakly. I felt pain all over my body when I moved, but my right hand didn't feel anything. I turned my head to see that I was already wrapped in thick gauze.

"It's only been a few hours, hehe." Manager Qian had an awkward and naughty smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at? "What about that thing?" I asked, taking a sip of the water Monica handed me.

"It did go, but the neighbors heard the sound of the house hitting 110, and the police came. We can only say that you drank too much and then went crazy and smashed things and blew yourself up with firecrackers. " Manager Qian said with a straight face. After hearing this, I choked on half my saliva and coughed non-stop.

"You bastard, you …" I was so angry that I didn't know what to say. I thought that I should just go back to my room and faint. At least I wouldn't have to worry about dying from anger.

"Hehe, the police are in too much of a hurry. I can't help it, tell them there's a ghost and they have to arrest us all for mental illness. In any case, no one in Hangzhou knows you, so there's no need to be afraid. After the police left, we took you to the hospital and treated your wounds. Don't worry, there's nothing major. Manager Qian explained with a dry smile.

"It's all thanks to you two this time. You saved my life again." Monica's eyes reddened and she was about to cry again.

I was just about to say that it was better if you betrothed yourself to her, but Manager Qian gave me a very powerful look, so I decided to change the topic. "I'm fine, let's go back and discuss how to deal with this."

On the way back, I saw Manager Qian walking around with a limp. It seemed that he was also heavily injured, but my entire body was in pain, and my right hand couldn't even move. The concussion caused by the impact made me want to vomit from time to time.

It can be said very responsibly that we will not be able to block that evil ghost's next chase, so we have to finish it off before it can take action again!