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

The prostitute screams!

Before you know it, five minutes have passed!

The expressions of the few women accompanying the wine finally stopped sluggish, and they opened their mouths one by one, looking at the scene in front of them in horror.

It is horrific!

For the prostitute.

This short five minutes seems to be the longest moment in a sound.

Playing with Hong Yi for a long time, the old prostitute is very weak at this moment.

He stood up tremblingly.

Kneel down immediately.

"Who are you?" The old man looked at Hong Yi in horror.

"Poor monk?" Hong Yi grinned: "The poor monk is a tourist salesman and a benefactor. Do you understand the Western Sky Package?"

"Salesman?" The old man looked bewildered, "Western set meal?"

Hong Yi winked at her and smiled mysteriously.

"Well! It's very fun... There's still half an hour, and the poor monk will give you a ride soon!"

"Xitian? Give you a ride?" The old man seemed to understand something.

I saw that she instantly changed back to the look of heavy makeup and bright makeup, and she took out a silk scarf from her chest, pretending to wipe the corners of her eyes, and said in a eloquent voice, as if reciting lines:

"Although Lao Shen is a ghost, Lao Shen is definitely a good ghost, and Lao Shen is definitely not the kind of wicked, wicked, and unforgivable ghost.

Master, you have such a cultivation base at a young age, you are truly a dragon and a phoenix among people, there is no one before or after, and in the future, the master will definitely be able to rule the rivers and lakes for thousands of years..."

Some impassioned speeches, the prostitute did not change.

Hong Yi couldn't help but smile: "It seems that the donor is quite literate, so he continued.

Well……

Just half an hour!In less than half an hour, the poor monk will take you on the road first. "

The prostitute cried, really cried...

Fire Mummy: Died in a man-made fire, turned into a ghost and was sealed here.

Horror level: B level.

Threat value: 7000.

Characteristics: Before his death, he was an influential figure in the Royal No. 9 clubhouse. He had hundreds of women who accompanied him. After his death, his resentment did not disappear, and he still controlled several female ghosts. This ghost can speak with one mouth.

Under the eyes of the sky, the burnt old bustard has no way to hide.

"How many female ghosts like them do you have here?" Hong Yi said, pointing to a few shivering escort girls who were crowded together.

"Besides these few, there are 5 others outside." The old man didn't dare to hide it, and answered truthfully.

"Who sent you letters here?" Hong Yi suddenly lowered his face, his expression stern.

"This... this... I can't say it! If I say it, I will..."

The voice did not fall.

"Jie Jie..."

There were a few sensible laughter from the sound, filling the entire private room, and the old bustard and a few escort girls stood up stiffly.

The body slowly began to become shriveled, and after a while, like a few scorched mummified corpses, they stood neatly in front of Hong Yi.

"The people in the supernatural bureau... it's better not to provoke this king, otherwise... hum!" A sensible voice sounded again.

Hong Yi stood up slowly, reached out and blasted the sound.

"what……"

A scream came, and a somewhat transparent Yin spirit slowly showed its shape.

"Amitabha, the acting is good!" Hong Yi said playfully.

Raise your hand and send a yang finger to solve the yin spirit.

Sure enough, it is a pretentious thing, and the poor monk can't take a single blow.

The most important thing is that he is a poor ghost, and nothing explodes.

"This... Master! Forgive us!" The old man was so frightened that he kept kneeling on the ground and kowtow.

"boom!"

The charred head fell off.

The old bustard picked it up embarrassedly, put on the new clothes, put his hands on his head and kept knocking again.

"yeah!"

Suddenly, Qin Lan jumped up on the sofa behind the small bar next to him.