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

"And...and..."

"Snapped……"

Seeing that the ghost master kept twisting, Hong Yi slapped her directly, and said viciously:

"Amitabha, the poor monk will recover soon."

"What such and such..."

"Endure..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The Resentful Ghost Master, who was slapped in the face, was stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly.

Because this monk actually took a set out of his bag...

"No...Master...Master...I can't play this!"

"It's too exciting, I can't stand it!"

The Master of Resentful Ghost watched the monk take out a pink thorn ball from a set of equipment, and couldn't help feeling agitated all over his body.

Who is this monk!

What's in this bag?

Nima, you are a monk. Is it really good to have all the tools?

"Master... woo woo... don't... woo woo..."

Hongyi successfully stuffed the pink ball into the mouth of the master of the ghost, tied the rope behind his head, and nodded with satisfaction.

Nan Ling, who turned her head, looked at the scene in front of her, and her face turned terrifyingly red.

"Donor Nan Ling, you may see blood in a while, be careful!" Hong Yi took out a scalpel from his backpack and said to Nan Ling with a smile.

Then he shook the scalpel in front of the Resentful Ghost Lord and said softly:

"Donor, didn't the poor monk just say it, why? You forgot? The poor monk wants to skin you?"

"Don't worry, the poor monk will start very lightly, you bear with it..."

Speaking of which, Hong Yi gently lifted the somewhat scattered blue silk of the Resentful Ghost Lord.

"obedient……"

"Uh..." The Ghost Master's expression froze after hearing this.

What a mother who thinks you want that!

As a result, you want to rip off the old lady's skin?

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

The Master of Resentful Ghosts only felt the tip of a cold knife move slowly down his neck, and his tender body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

[Author's digression]: There is one more chapter, it may be late... I'm sorry everyone!

Chapter 195 The poor monk recites a mantra for you! (…

Chapter 195 The poor monk recites a mantra for you!

Hong Yi gently moved the tip of the knife back and forth on the Master of Resentful Ghost, and finally stopped at the neck.

"Amitabha!"

"Female benefactor, poor monk..."

Nan Ling only felt that the hands of the Master of the Resentful Ghost kept clenching and trembling.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of black-brown blood kept coming out of her neck.

"vomit……"

Look at this scene in front of you.

Immediately, there was a rumbling in the stomach.

Nan Ling immediately let go of the Resentful Ghost Master's hands and threw up on the tombstone behind her.

"Uh……"

Hong Yi picked up the bloody scalpel in his hand, turned his head and glanced at Nan Ling, and couldn't help pouting.

Amitabha!

Is this about to vomit?

The poor monk hasn't started peeling yet!

"Come... Donor, let's continue!"

Blinking at the trembling resentful ghost master, Hong Yi then buried his head and slid the knife slowly again.

After a few minutes!

"The poor monk doesn't play anymore... This is too difficult!"