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

"6.38!"

Hong Yi nodded.

Just click on the WeChat avatar called "cursed ghost master" and click on friend application.

You don't even need friend verification, just pass it in seconds.

Opening the chat interface with the ghost master, Hongyi sent a voice greeting directly:

"M...isn't he a poor ghost? How dare you grab a red envelope with such a small red envelope?"

Sure enough, the message from the other side responded in seconds.

"Bunny, wait to die..."

Hongyi then sent a series of classic lines learned from the last Zuan Quotations, and sent it to the past.

did not expect……

What's so special is that it directly prompts "the other party is not your friend, please apply for verification!"

Amitabha, the master of this cursed ghost is such a dog, blackening the poor monk.

Decisively go to the WeChat group, and once again Aite curses the ghost master.

"@cursed ghost master, group master, are you dead? Hurry up and send red envelopes!"

"What about people?"

"Just send a red envelope? You set up a JB group!"

Hongyi put the phone directly on the desk and flipped his hands.

"Group leader, do you see the stars bright tonight? Is it cold when Nima hangs on it?"

"Group owner, do you want Lao Tzu to give you an urn that doesn't leak?"

"Group leader, the crematorium just called again, saying that one side has been fried, do you want to turn the other side!"

"Lord……"

There was silence in the classroom at the moment, and everyone was staring at the screen of the mobile phone.

Sudden……

"Bang... bang..."

A cold wind blew through, and the doors and windows in the classroom closed by themselves.

The energy-saving lamps overhead flickered.

"Jie Jie..."

There were bursts of gloomy laughter.

"The first red envelope game is over... The smallest is..."

"Curse Ghost Lord!"

A sudden explosion interrupted the eerie laughter.

"M!"

The entire dim classroom fell silent.

Deathly silence.

"die……"

Suddenly there was a roar of gnashing teeth.

"Wait for the master to finish speaking!"

"The first red envelope game is over, and the one with the smallest red envelope is Hongyi!"

"Hehe, the punishment is - to die late!"

The words just fell.

Hongyi felt a faint cold breath coming from the mobile phone, and wanted to get in along the skin of his body.

However, Hongyi's own spiritual power was slightly shaken, and the ancient and cold aura disappeared instantly.

Amitabha!

That's it?

In the dark of night, the ghost master was sitting on the roof of the teaching building, holding a mobile phone in his hand and smiling grimly.

Immediately this stinky boy will cut himself alive!

Thinking of that picture, the ghost master couldn't help but shuddered excitedly.

Suddenly I felt the power of a curse disappear.

The ghost master nodded in satisfaction.

The power of the curse has disappeared, indicating that the curse has been fulfilled!