super decomposition system

Chapter 1115
The black shadow didn't make any movements, thought for a few seconds, bent his body slightly, then turned around, never paying attention to Lin Yaoyang again.

Lin Yaoyang looked shocked. This green-skinned gourd is indeed worthy of its reputation as an innate thing. The existence that even a titled warrior can easily catch is actually bowing slightly to him?
Lin Yaoyang now understands that no matter how much trouble he makes, they will ignore him.

Lin Yaoyang also let go of his body.

He started to laugh loudly: "Catch me, you old bastard, you still want the Luofu black gold on my body, you can pull you down, and you, the boss is not young, and you are still a junior with me, even the teacup I want to snatch it all, you want to be shameless, angry or not, do you want to hit me? Come on, you. Just a little bit."
The three guys were all smoked by Lin Yaoyang's seven orifices at this time, but they were hanging on the crack, and they couldn't even open their mouths, let alone move.

Immediately afterwards, the pot of black water in the crack began to tumbling more violently.

I saw that under the feet of the titled warrior who mocked Lin Yaoyang, suddenly stretched out his hands, and in those hands were holding two rotten and somewhat unsightly short knives.

Lin Yaoyang was somewhat skeptical as to why the dagger could keep dropping.

The place where the handle connects to the blade is not even as wide as Lin Yaoyang's little finger.

The hand holding the short knife gradually protruded from the crack, and Lin Yaoyang saw a rotten head covered in black mud emerge from it.

The moment the titled martial artist saw the true face of that head, his face was already frightened and distorted into an inhuman form.

But he is a titled martial artist, no matter how frightened he is, he can guarantee his mental sobriety.

At this moment, he just wanted to die happily. Before seeing this thing, he sneered at all the ghosts of this time, thinking that they were just some powerful guys who left a spiritual imprint after they died. Just think more deeply.

As long as the strength is enough, it's not a problem, but now he knows why there has always been the saying of a haunted house for so many thousands of years.

It's not something made up by ordinary people who haven't cultivated to comfort themselves, but such a thing really exists.

He knew, from the very first moment he saw it, that if there was anything in time that could be called a ghost, it would be this.

The figure gradually leaned out from the crack, and when it reached his crotch, the rotten long knife in his hand was raised and inserted directly into it.

"Wow!"

"hiss!"

The moment Lin Yaoyang saw that scene, he took a deep breath, and subconsciously covered his important parts with his hands, as if he was touching his body.

That guy's body was like a live pig being doused in scalding boiling water.

Started to twist wildly.

At the same time, Lin Yaoyang saw that the blood flowing from that guy's crotch became extremely black, and a column of blood slid down the handle of the dagger.It covered the head of the figure protruding from the crack.

"Shh!"

The black shadow pulled out the dagger mercilessly, and then slammed it in again.

(End of this chapter)