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

"No, the old man drinks 82-year-old Coke to suppress his shock!"

The black fans who came tonight were also frightened, but they were still stubborn: "It must have been arranged in advance, why don't you turn on the light!"

Han Xiaomei had no time to pay attention to these black fans, because Hong Yi had already pushed the door into the bedroom.

Wait for her to open the door.

The whole picture is quiet and peaceful.

A bald-headed monk held a white-clothed long-haired woman in his arms, sitting on a dark coffin board, facing a dim yellow vanity bronze mirror, and the two white candles next to it were moved to tears.

The monk pointed his finger at the bronze mirror from time to time, and laughed softly at the woman in his arms, while the woman in white put her head lightly on his shoulder, sobbing in a low voice, obviously moved.

Such a sweet picture of love.

Wait for Han Xiaomei and Luo Ying to approach them.

"Female benefactor, from the poor monk's point of view, the color of this skin is not dull enough, so don't do it!" After speaking, Hong Yi gently brushed his hand towards the woman's face.

After the woman trembled slightly, a piece of bloodshot flesh was torn off.

"Look, this nail, this is a manicure? It's all gray, and I have toenail fungus, one infects both, it's not okay."

The woman in white trembled even more, a crisp fracture sounded, and a gray fingernail was thrown on the ground.

"Your hair is not good either. Who did it for you? It's too unprofessional. You see, it's a little yellow and not smooth at all."

He lightly lifted the woman's head, stretched out his hand and pulled it behind his back, and the black hair slipped down with the scalp.

"Come on, let's get to know him, this is a mirror ghost, he's very talkative, you guys go ahead and take a photo!" The moment he turned his head, seeing the two women standing behind him in a daze, Hong Yi patted the woman in his arms and introduced.

After the woman turned her head, it was a pale face without a trace of blood, her eyes were sunken, and the skin on the left side of her face was ripped off, and her flesh was blurred.

After the hair fell off, the black celestial cover was exposed, and the black viscous blood flowed down his cheeks.

It's just that the woman's expression was a little embarrassed.

When Han Xiaomei turned around and pointed the live broadcast camera at the woman in white, especially under the persuasion (wei) of Hong Yi and Yan Yuese (coercion), the woman in white smiled at the live broadcast room.

The whole live room was instantly fried.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Is my diaper wet?"

"This is so fucking scary!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuously, a big man, I will already cry!"

"Can't look straight, can't look straight!"

"Master Hongyi is cheating. This is too exciting. Horror movies are so weak!"

"Mom asked me why I was kneeling in front of the computer desk, because my legs are weak... I'm scared!"

Chapter 7 Large-scale XX shooting scene (please collect!)

Mirror Ghost: An extremely resentful female ghost, who was sealed in the mirror after her death, and has a strong ability to hurt people! .

Horror level: B level

Threat value: 8000

Characteristics: He used to be the oiran of the 'Spring Breeze Building'. He liked to sit in front of a mirror all his life. soul.

Hong Yi's mouth twitched slightly.

It turned out to be the concubine of the Black Zombie King again!

It's... so fateful.

Under Jing Gui's puzzled eyes, he pushed her down and lay flat on the coffin board with his backhand, and Hong Yi started to untie her white long dress.

"You? What are you going to do? People and ghosts have different paths..." Jing Gui was startled and clasped his hands tightly against his chest.

"and many more……"

"not like this……"

"do not want!"

"Ah! Press the disc!"

Since the birth of the mirror ghost, he has never been so humiliated, and no one dares to play like this even in the brothel.

She did not expect that the somewhat immature monk in front of her would do such a shameful act.

Her hands and feet were shackled by black rubber handcuffs, which were fastened to the four corners of the coffin board.

There was even a black collar around his neck.

The most extreme thing is that she put a ball in her mouth.

Although the Mirror Ghost struggled desperately, the strange tools that bound him were faintly exuding a trace of spiritual power with Buddha-nature.

This monk...

really not human...