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

Clang!

I am not going to become an immortal!

I just want to wait for you in reincarnation...

"This sword fairy is a bit cold"

Chapter 178 Hope it's as strong as your mouth! …

Chapter 178 Hope it's as strong as your mouth!

After Hongyi emptied out the belly of the borrowed ghost, he even took out some messy organs.

Finally, a burst of black ghost gas kept pouring out of the borrowed ghost's body.

Soon, the Borrower is back again!

"Jie Jie...Have you seen the little monk, I'm not dead, you give up!" After the ghost recovered, he grinned again:

"It's better to let me go...or wait for the ghost baby to be born, then...hehe"

Hong Yi took out a tissue, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile:

"Amitabha, the donor is really powerful. If the poor monk's stomach was opened, it would have been painful. I didn't expect the donor to sweat so much without saying a word. The poor monk really admires it!"

"Oh, you're talking about the children in the wombs of those pregnant women in Qianda Cinema!"

"Don't worry, they're all dead!"

"Stop talking about this, donor, let's start the next item!"

After speaking, Hong Yi ignored the stunned borrower, and reached out to pick up a vise from the table behind him.

"This is a pair of pliers that the poor monk has opened. It can crush stones with a little force, but don't worry, the poor monk will not use this to pinch you!"

Hong Yi gently picked up Borrowing Ghost's thick palm, clamped the small end of the vise, and clamped his black, hard, pointed nails, and pulled it out with such force!

"crunch...crunch..."

There was a sound of teeth clenching in the mouth of the ghost, and then he sneered and said:

"Cool... continue!"

Hong Yi glanced up at him, nodded, and said with a smile:

"As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart. When I was a child, the poor monk once split his nails a little bit, and it hurt..."

"I didn't expect the donor to be really powerful..."

"Let's continue!"

Hong Yi then lowered his head and pulled it up again.

"crunch...crunch"

The grinding of teeth kept ringing.

Hong Yi lowered his head and smiled playfully.

I didn't expect this kind of ghost to be able to pretend so much, and the whole body that was already in pain was tense, but he didn't admit it!

Great!

But don't panic, this is the second step.

During the day, he made up for MQ's top ten tortures for a whole day.

Except that a wooden donkey might not be a good fit.

All other tortures can be performed on this inoculated ghost.

After a few minutes.

On the metal plate in front of Hongyi, there are 20 pieces of gray-black nails neatly placed.

The black and red blood oozes out along the hands and feet of the borrowed ghost.

Hong Yi thoughtfully sprinkled some salt on it.

"Donor, I heard that salt sterilization... you have to bear it!"

The sweat on Borrowing Ghost's forehead kept slipping down his cheeks, and he said with a grim expression:

"Little monk, you are cruel..."

"However, what if I can't kill Lao Tzu?"

"Jie Jie... What's the pain? I'm still afraid of pain when I die?"

Saying that, a black ghost wafted by again, and the 20 nails were in good condition again!

"Amitabha, benefactor, the poor monk didn't want to do this, I hope you don't regret it!" Hong Yi's face darkened, and he put the vise on the table.

Then turn around.

Raise your feet!