Master of the city

"Fan Ge, fan Ge, stop fighting. I didn't go outside the circle. Really, I didn't go outside."

Maybe it's because living in Zhongnan community is nourished by Ziqi all the year round. Liu Rushi, the youngest, is the first one to wake up under zhenhun's hands. When she sees Zhang Fan slapping her head like she doesn't want money, the little girl is jumped. But she can't figure out what she did wrong at the bottom. Why does brother fan want to slap her head so fiercely, and then it's true It's going to be stupid.

"Well, come on, you wake up. That's good. I'll hit people. "

Zhang Fan counseled a breath, slapped and took turns to other people. However, except for Feng Yuanda, who also bathes in purple all the year round, the situation of others is not as optimistic as expected. The two students, who still don't remember their names, are quite good. They are less affected by evil spirit. Although they look very painful, they finally recover their senses.

But Hou Lei's Jia Ru's situation is somewhat different, Jia Ru in Zhang Fan's toss also slightly recovered some, but it is really a little bit, she in the eyes fresh after very calm to Zhang Fan said such a word.

"The things that attack us are colorless and tasteless, but they will erode people's nervous system. Now I have lost control of the part below the neck, but those actions that the limbs want to act on their own can be suppressed by consciousness."

It's a very calm analysis. It's like she didn't win.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but pick a thumb and praise the girl. Even if she is paraplegic, she can still be so calm. I have to say that if she offers to practice, her cultivation of Qi is absolutely first-class.

As for Hou Lei, the situation is more troublesome.

Maybe it's because of the collapse of Sanguan before. Hou Lei's mental state is much more fragile than those who originally came to explore the spirit and find the ghost, which also contributes to the speed of the invasion of evil spirit. Even Zhang Fan's soul calming hand can't beat out the evil spirit in his body. The whole person is still immersed in confusion, and there is no sign of waking up.

"Brother fan, Hou Lei is really a nuisance, but it's not as good as that. It's almost enough for you. You can't see that the hairstyle on your head is flattened and the eggs on both sides are swollen. Let him go and let him wake up."

Feng Yuanda really can't see it. Even if Xingye saves the woman who jumps off the building in "ghost night", he doesn't beat Hou Lei as long as Zhang fan does now.

"I didn't mean to keep him awake, you think too much."

Zhang fan that Khan, brother's character is so questionable? If I really want to kill him to vent my anger, I don't need to be at this time at all. OK, no matter when I can beat him, I can call my father!

The remaining light of the corner of the eye sweeps, what thing floats to fall. Zhang Fan looked up and saw that only half of the rune paper on the ceiling had been burned, and the blood colored figures were crawling towards their heads.

"Follow me, move aside!"

The power of this evil blood is by no means easy. If it is drenched again, it is estimated that only Liu Rushi and Feng Yuanda can be saved. Zhang Fan yelled, and directly carried Jia Ru on his shoulder. He let Hou Lei's back neck be grabbed by the back of the back and pulled it to the side. But as soon as he pulled it, he heard a "stab". Hou Lei's down jacket didn't know where he bought it. With such a tug, he tore off a large piece of cloth and hit his head on the ground.

Originally Hou Lei or open eyes, this fall is good, directly to fall dizzy, two godless dog eyes immediately closed.

"It looks very rich. Why are you wearing such a rag?"

Zhang Fan scolded and reached out to grab Hou Lei's hair to pull him over, but he didn't expect that Hou Lei's body suddenly bounced from the ground like a zombie in a Hong Kong movie.

"My God, it's a corpse!"

Liu Rushi's courage is the smallest. Seeing Hou Lei's abnormal action, he immediately screamed.

"Don't cry. It's not a corpse swindle. It's the body being controlled."

Zhang Fan turned to see the woman who was carried on her shoulders. Jia Ru has just said that her body seems to want to do something by itself, but it is suppressed by her consciousness. Now it seems that even in a confused state, people have a certain resistance to the external sense of control. It is not until Hou Lei faints that those evil spirits completely take over the body.

What happens next? Anyway, it must not be a good thing!

After getting up, Hou Lei turned around and walked towards the window with extremely mechanical steps.

"Hello! Hou Lei, what are you doing? Come back

Feng Yuanda obviously didn't notice the problem of Hou Lei's eyes. He just thought that the goods were frightened by Zhang Fan's shouts, but Hou Lei didn't respond to his shouts. He still walked step by step towards the window.

Feng Yuanda was a little worried. Although he didn't like the boy, he was still a classmate after all, so he was ready to go up and pull him. Seeing this, Zhang Fan quickly grabbed Feng Yuanda.

It seems that there is no ghost like Princess Zhen, but since the evil spirit can be condensed into human form, and there is such strange blood, the ability is definitely not under the silly white sweet of Princess Zhen. Feng Yuanda is now running to save people. He has to be doused with blood again. When he falls, he even takes himself in.You carry Jia Ru to the corner over there.

Zhang Fan handed Jia Ru on his shoulder to Feng Yuanda, who was still nimble in action. Then he shook his hand and flew up to the ceiling one by one. He just pasted a three eight line on it. The bloody figure could not cross that line for a moment. To ensure the temporary safety of several people around, Zhang Fan rushed to catch Hou Lei.

Although Hou Lei's movement is rigid, his walking speed is not slow. It's just a small delay. He has already walked to the window and punched the glass with his fist. And then And then Temo's glass didn't break

Zhang Fan is really speechless. If there is a ghost attached to Hou Lei, how embarrassed is it? One punch down, the fist is OK, the glass is OK, Zhang Fan's corner of the mouth is smoking, almost laughing.

Fortunately, Hou Lei doesn't know what embarrassment is now. If one blow can't solve the problem, then one more.

When Zhang Fan came to the window with a strange smile, Hou Lei had already smashed the glass with his third punch, and then grabbed a glass similar to a dagger in shape, turned around and began to walk back.

At this time, Zhang Fan was not worried. He followed Hou Lei calmly.

Over the years, it has been said that people here are haunted and will die in the early morning of October, but few people know the real cause of death. Now, it's good for Hou Lei to come out and present himself. Who makes him so annoying? It's right to suffer. Of course, it's impossible to die. Zhang Fan is close to him. Once something goes wrong, he will stop him for the first time.

Hou Lei walked to the west wall, leaving a distance of about 1.78 meters between himself and the wall, which was just a person's height. Then Hou Lei suddenly opened his mouth, "ah --" and stretched out his tongue like a summer local dog. Then he raised the glass with his right hand and tried to cut his tongue.

When Zhang Fan sees this, he puts a piece of yellow paper between his fingers and is about to pour real Qi to sweep the glass. However, Hou Lei's action suddenly stops. He turns around, closes his eyes and makes a very strange smile at Zhang Fan. Before Zhang fan can react, what's the matter with this smile? Hou Lei's hand has already grasped the glass and scratched towards Zhang Fan's throat Come on.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan quickly flashed back, and the glass almost wiped his skin. A cold sweat came out of Zhang Fan.

But I thought I was just a little bit mentally retarded. In the end, I didn't think I was just acting.

"You want to see this, don't you! You want to see this, right! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you

The voice from Hou Lei's throat is not his own at all. The strange and sharp tone makes Zhang Fan's eardrum ache a little. The glass on his hand is crazily waving towards Zhang Fan. In the light of the knife reflected from that piece of glass, Zhang Fan vaguely sees a strange picture.

It seems that the background of the picture is still in this ancient literature room. An elderly man, covering his bloody throat, staggers to the ground. His eyes are open, and his hand is stretched out, as if to catch something, but he finally falls down.

In such a flash of Kung Fu, Zhang Fan's evasive action was a little slower. Hou Lei put the glass into Zhang Fan's right hand. Zhang Fan cut a blood hole on the palm of his hand.

The sudden pain makes Zhang Fan's spirit wake up in an instant. His eyes stare and his foot kicks on Hou Lei's chest. If it's someone else, brother fan will have to worry about kicking people, but Hou Lei is worthy of him if he doesn't kick him to death.

Hou Lei's body is not strong at all. He is directly kicked out by Zhang Fan and falls on his back. The broken glass in his hand also flew out, but instead of crying out for pain, Hou Lei grinned with a series of numbing "hey hey" sneers.

Just as Zhang Fan was about to mend, Hou Lei made a deep "hold it" in his throat. His head tilted back and simply did not move. A trace of scarlet evil spirit began to escape from him.

Is that the end? Zhang Fan raised his hand to see the next palm of the mouth, a question suddenly came out of his mind. Take it. What is it?