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

Hong Yi slowly put the revolver on the fat man's temple, and gave him an encouraging look: "Amitabha, cry... cry... louder than the music... The poor monk will send you on your way!"

Fat man: "..."Σ(°△°|||)︴

He couldn't help but look back at the two huge speakers on the stage, his Adam's apple twitching.

It's too difficult, isn't it?

The ghosts on the dance floor are jumping happily, the skeleton DJ on the stage is also dragging the wind and the small steps, and the white bones in his hands are constantly swishing on the disc.

suddenly!

An astonishing wailing sounded from the deck.

The sound overshadowed the dynamic music.

"Hey... uh's leg... ah... you... go... well... all of a sudden..."

The voices rose and fell, one after another.

The skeleton on the stage had to turn off the sound, and suddenly the entire morgue was full of shrill cries.

"Oh...you've gone so miserably, you agreed to go to the ends of the earth together, how could you have the heart to leave Fatty me...my legs...I couldn't take care of you...I feel bad about Fatty... …”

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

All the ghosts couldn't help but flash this idea.

When the crematorium was different, it was not the same tone, but maybe the aunts were more professional and their expressions were more vivid.

"Okay... don't cry!" Hong Yi said coldly.

The fat man stopped crying immediately.

Finally, I don't have to cry anymore, my throat is dry.

At this time, because the music stopped, a few ferocious zombies hurried over from the casino.

All-in-one doctor's white coat!

"Who dares to make trouble in the morgue?" a zombie wearing black-rimmed glasses roared when he entered.

The ghosts in the center of the ballroom seemed to recognize the zombie and gave way.

The Spectacled Zombie took a majestic step, although a pair of leather shoes had already arrived, it still did not affect his domineering appearance.

A few steps to the deck position.

Seeing a fat man sitting on the ground with a broken calf, he was still an old acquaintance.

"Fatty Huang! Are you tired of living? Dare to make trouble at the ghost king's place in the mortuary?

Come on, take him to the frying pan, until [-] copies of ghost willows are produced! The glasses zombie waved his hand, and then a few zombie doctors dragged Fatty Huang and started to walk out.

Fatty Huang seemed to be very afraid of this zombie, and roared in a crying voice: "President Li, it's not me... How dare I make trouble, it's that person... It's him!"

The zombie named Director Li followed the fingers of Fatty Huang and looked over.

I saw a person standing up slowly on the shadowy sofa in the corner.

Chapter 52 The 40-meter long knife reappears

Chapter 40 Reproduction of the [-]-meter long knife

"Amitabha, is the donor here the one who speaks?" Hong Yi slowly walked out of the sofa and came to President Li.

"Jie Jie... I didn't expect a living person to sneak in... Little monk, do you know where this is?" Dean Li answered the question, sticking out his long black tongue and looking at Hong Yi greedily.

Hong Yi couldn't help frowning.

It seems that it is still necessary to promote a wave of West Sky travel packages.

"Donor? Are you a talkative person?" Hong Yi's face was a little unsightly.

Dean Li smiled playfully, and a zombie next to him immediately stretched out his hands, trying to capture Hong Yi.

Hong Yi flashed away.

Then everyone heard only a bang.

Black flesh and bones were scattered everywhere.

"Donor?" Hong Yi asked again.

Then he didn't wait for Dean Li to speak.

"boom!"

The head of a zombie next to him was blown open by another shot.

"Roar!"

Dean Li let out a roar like a beast, and the white coat on his body was cracked, revealing the blue-black skin, the canine teeth in his mouth stretched instantly, and the blood-red eyes stared at Hong Yi.

Aside from the blue-black skin, the shriveled zombie face.

I have to say, looking at Dean Li, who is at least in his early 50s, his muscles are quite bluffing.