Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

No, my brother will become a proper rich second generation now! "

Hongyi: "..."

What a great way!

"Snapped……"

The hand used a little force and patted the fat man on the forehead again.

"Who is it? I don't want to..." Fatty turned his face angrily.

Who is so lacking in eyesight that he didn't see the critical moment when my brother was preparing for approval?

Just turning around for a moment, the fat man's pupils suddenly tightened.

"boom!"

A silver plate whirled on his face.

The fat man whimpered and fell down, covering his face.

Then a carp hits hard...

Lie down again.

Climbing up on the sofa with difficulty, he wanted to see, who in the 736 mortuary dared to provoke Fat Master.

Head just sticking out of the back of the sofa...

"Fuck you... uh!"

A sturdy fruit plate was inserted straight into his mouth, and he lay down again in an instant!

"Where's Lao Tzu's brother?" The fat man pulled out the pillar angrily and shouted fiercely, "Which turtle would dare to give him a deep throat! Brothers..."

After waiting for a while, no one came to help him, and when he turned his head, he saw that his brothers all stepped back several meters in horror.

The fat man turned his face slowly, and saw a young monk in a golden cassock, sitting on the back of the sofa with a smile, holding a silver revolver that shone with cold light in his hand.

I've got a gun!

"Uncle..." The fat man was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, when he just said the words, he suddenly remembered that he is a ghost now, afraid of a hairy gun!

Involuntarily, he was full of confidence.

Slowly getting up, he glanced at his friends who used to be brothers and sisters behind him with contempt. Sure enough, there are wine and meat friends everywhere. If there is a dinner party, you will be there when you are called.

take a look...

How real!

"Little monk, Fat Master doesn't talk nonsense with you. You can inquire. Fat Master is an old customer of this 736 mortuary. He was dragged to the crematorium here. Who doesn't know Fat Master!" said.

Hongyi: "..."

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"Amitabha, the benefactor... the poor monk wants to trouble you!"

Say it!

Coolly, he turned a flying gun, loaded the bullet, and aimed it at the fat man's calf.

"boom!"

"Cry for the poor monk..."

The fat man stared blankly at the little monk in front of him, and then slowly lowered his head to look at his calf that had been crumbled into pieces. Some couldn't believe it was true.

Shooting without a word?

What if the good gun can't hit the ghost?

Don't they all say that monks believe in Buddhism?

Don't kill, don't hurt?

"Ah... Come on, someone is hurting a ghost with a gun..." The fat man sat on the ground and kept wailing.

The ghosts in the booths next to them all looked over with interest, but no one stood up.

Waited for a long time...

Still haven't seen the person in charge come over.

Don't even have a security guard?

Hong Yi couldn't help frowning, jumped off the sofa and came to Fatty's side.

"Woooo... Who will help..." Seeing Hongyi coming to him, the crying stopped abruptly.

"Then cry... louder!"

Gentle words are like a debt of death.

Fatty was a little stunned for a while.

Shouldn't it be quieter?