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

Looking at the coffin that he had slept in for several nights, he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

Although his own dead ghost killed several of his own people!

However, this pre-prepared thing is still quite complete.

"We're leaving soon, let's lie down for a while and wait for the ghost to come over!"

The beheaded beauty pushed open the lid of her coffin, turned around and said to the two of them, before stepping into the coffin.

"Oh...then I should lie down for a while too!"

The black-faced man also stretched out his hand and pushed it away, and also lay in.

"See you later, Fatty..."

He waved at the fat young man and closed the coffin lid with both hands.

"Still lying?" The fat young man looked at the two of them lying in the coffin and closed the lid. He couldn't help frowning.

I've been lying down for several days.

It's going to get moldy if you lie down!

He looked down at the big hole in his heart, and there was blood flowing out. He couldn't help pulling a piece of shroud on his body and reached out to block the bleeding hole.

Don't get the coffin dirty!

It has my favorite two-dimensional comics posted in it.

In the dark night, Fatty's pale hands slowly covered the coffin and pushed it away.

"First, get a bottle of fat house water and be happy..."

Reached in and fumbled around the pillow!

What the hell!

Did the family burn something else?

What the hell is this?

What did I burn for Lao Tzu? This is it!

The light is not smooth, or is it round?

The fat man reached out and touched it again.

And a nose with a face?Did the family really agree and burn a blow-up doll for Lao Tzu?

Thinking of this, Fatty couldn't help shaking his whole body with excitement.

You might even have a blast before hitting the road!

awesome!

The hands slowly stretched in.

Hey!

It seems that the family spends a lot of money. This touch is so real, is it just burned?Still warm.

incredible!

Fatty hands continue to explore!

Full of excitement, he put his hands on the heart of the inflatable doll in the coffin.

kindness?

How is it flat?

Not at all?What a fool he is!

"Amitabha……"

Hong Yi, who was sleeping, felt a pair of cold hands touch his forehead and woke up immediately.

only……

Before he could get up, the ghost outside the coffin actually touched the poor monk's heart with both hands.

The most extreme is that two fingers are also smashed!

Nima, what are you picking?

"Donor, if you touch again, the poor monk will be angry!" Hong Yi said coldly.

The fat man standing outside the coffin was shocked when he heard that the inflatable doll inside the coffin could speak.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Can't help exclaiming.

"What are you shouting, shouting?" The black-faced man next to him opened the lid of the coffin and said angrily:

"It didn't take long, as soon as you closed your eyes, you shouted, howling JB in the middle of the night!"

"I, I, I..." The fat man pointed at his coffin with trembling hands, and said with a little cry: