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

He leaned his ear against the corpse box, and could hear a faint hoarse roar coming from inside.

It was as if the trachea had been cut off.

"Boom...boom...boom!"

At this time, there was a constant knocking sound from the corpse box, and the wooden lid was about to be pushed open.

Hong Yi immediately pressed the lid tightly with his hands.

"Boom...boom...boom!"

The ghost in the corpse box persevered, still pushing the lid hard.

"Amitabha, the energy is quite strong!"

"Hey, can the donor inside understand what the poor monk said?"

Hong Yi shouted at the corpse box.

Sure enough, the ghost inside stopped making a sound.

Followed by.

“&%￥#@&*…&…”

After talking a lot, Hong Yi didn't understand a word!

"Amitabha, who of you can understand? Come and hear what you heard? Which language is this?"

Everyone cautiously gathered around.

"Down!"

Hong Yi knocked on the wooden board and said with a smile:

"I didn't hear you just now, say it again!"

"&...*%￥##!"

A whole bunch of languages ​​that I don't know anything about.

Everyone shook their heads in unison after hearing this.

Hong Yi pursed his mouth, and slowly removed his hand from the corpse box.

Take two steps back and wait for the ghost to come out.

It's a bit difficult to be unable to communicate. Even if the culprit is found, I still don't understand why these mummies came to China?

Is there some conspiracy?

"boom……"

The lid of the corpse box was suddenly smashed, and then an arm dripping with orange-yellow liquid stretched out.

"He...he!"

A humanoid creature wrapped in corpse wax slowly walked out of the corpse box, like a zombie, and stared at Hong Yi and others quietly with its neck tilted.

Chapter 319 Baby Mummies! (1 more)

"He..."

The humanoid corpse wax glanced at everyone with a pair of faint green eyes.

Slowly he lifted his hand dripping with corpse oil.

"call……"

Hong Yi quickly took a few steps back and looked down at himself!

Amitabha!

Fortunately, I didn't throw corpse oil, or...

"Donor... Donor!"

Gently called out to the corpse wax a few times.

“￥#&*!#@”

Looking at the corpse wax in front of him and talking a lot, Hong Yi was a little confused.

"No, can you say something that I can understand?"

"Is there still a living person? A living ghost?"

"He..."

The corpse wax in front of him let out a terrifying roar again, and then raised both hands.

"boom……"

The corpse wax on the body actually melted slowly, slowly gathered into a ball, and flew directly towards Hong Yi.

"Fuck!"