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

Time to start the next red envelope game!

Then I sent a red envelope to the group.

It was quickly robbed.

Cursing Ghost Lord looked down and was immediately stunned!

Why is the name all named Hongyi?

Inside the classroom!

Hongyi put together all the desks, and everyone's mobile phones were neatly arranged in a row.

"Amitabha!"

"The poor monk is a person in the supernatural situation. Don't be afraid, change all the names to the poor monk's name."

"After this ghost called the Cursed Ghost Lord comes, everyone should be quiet, the poor monk will have his own way."

Hongyi said solemnly to the students in front of him:

"Now... everyone listen to my command, all Aite, the cursed ghost master."

"It's just the same... eh? Rong poor monk think about it!"

"Yes, everyone will send this sentence, I wish the group owner a fire in the domestic area!"

After everyone heard it, they all picked up their mobile phones and swung everything.

"boom!"

Just then, the classroom door was kicked open.

A dark shadow with a dog around him walked in slowly.

"Snapped……"

I saw Hei Ying stretched out his hand and patted a silver-white mobile phone on the podium, and slowly raised his head.

Blood-red eyes swept over everyone, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Jie Jie... Dare to cheat in the red envelope game, die..."

"Tremble! Scream... The more frightened you scream, the more excited the Lord will be!"

Shadow's voice was hoarse and gloomy.

Just, after speaking.

The screaming and shouting that I was thinking about did not sound.

The cursed ghost master couldn't help but glanced down at his body.

He reached out and touched his face.

That's right!

He was covered in blood, and there were scars on his face!

Why don't today's students cry when they see ghosts?

suddenly!

"Buzzing..."

The silver-white mobile phone in front of me kept vibrating, and messages popped up one after another.

After a long time.

The ghost master smiled at all the students and slowly picked up the phone.

rip!

Ok?

no response?

Slash again!

Still no response.

The Lord of Cursed Ghosts tapped the screen, raised the phone, reached out and brushed the bloody long hair in front of him, the screen was facing him at a 45-degree angle, and his face was unlocked!

I saw that the cell phone that had just been unlocked started vibrating continuously, and WeChat messages kept popping up like crazy.

In an instant, the phone went black again!

The curse ghost master clicked the screen again!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

"Who the hell sent so many messages, it's dead!"

[Author's digression]: There is a book friend group: built with friends, brothers who want to come can join!Group number: 6 Erjiu San Wu Qi, the demon is dead!

Chapter 200 Yes, dare to deceive the poor monk! (1 more)