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

"There are murders inside, there are zombies!"

When Hong Yi and others came to the door, they saw this scene, so people rushed out of the Hollywood gate, as if the monster was behind them.

"Fuck!"

A tall and slender woman beside her, and her high heels disappeared at this time, and hurriedly ran to Hong Yi and the others.

"I'm the star of "xxxxx", you know me! Take me away quickly, I'll give you money, autograph photos..."

Hong Yi looked her up and down.

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, put on your skirt first, it's all ripped off!"

Then, pushing some familiar female stars behind him, Hong Yi took out his long sword and walked towards the door.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

At this time, a big yellow Ferrari came galloping in the distance, and rammed in the direction of Hongyi.

Hong Yi hurriedly dodged.

"Squeak!"

Ferrari stopped in front of him, the door flew up slowly and automatically, and a young man with brown eyes and dyed yellow hair got out.

"Hehe, mortal, you can't come here... Go to the back and wait for rescue!"

After speaking, he gave Hong Yi an inscrutable smile, adjusted his glasses, turned his head and walked into Hollywood.

Hong Yi touched his bald head, somewhat inexplicable!

Who is this yellow hair!

So arrogant!

"This is a power user, a power user belonging to the country, generally..."

Before Anna could finish her words, a raging fire suddenly burst into the sky, and the fire went straight to the sky.

"Amitabha!"

"Hurry in and have a look, don't let anyone take the poor monk's bird beak away!"

Hong Yi turned around and said a word, and stepped into the door of Hollywood at a faster pace.

At this time, the square inside was full of dense corpses, and each corpse was slowly getting up.

Hong Yi looked intently, and the yellow-haired youth just now could breathe fire in his hands.

There was a thick layer of corpses on the ground in front of him.

What the hell!

This ability can be!

Hong Yi couldn't help admiring it. The fire spewed out by the young man with yellow hair was so hot that he could directly burn the zombies in front of him into a pile of fly ash.

Walking slowly to his side, Hong Yi patted his shoulder lightly, and with a smile he shoved a business card into the yellow-haired youth's hand.

"How much is the monthly salary of the donor? Have you considered changing jobs?"

The yellow-haired youth was burning with energy, and suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and was startled immediately.

When he turned around and saw that it was the Dongfang monk at the door just now, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thought it was a zombie!

If this is a bite, the fun will be great!

However, what did the monk behind him say?

Job hopping?

"Mortal, hurry up and leave, this is not a place you can come, haven't you seen these zombies in front of you?"

"Aren't you afraid!"

"Do not bother me……"

The yellow-haired youth's tone was cold, and he sternly knocked off Hongyi's palm, turned his head and stretched out his hands, spewing fire again.

"Uh!"

Hong Yi pouted and patted him again.

"The poor monk helped you solve this, you should think about it!"

The yellow-haired youth knocked off Hongyi's hand again impatiently, and shouted angrily:

"Don't bother!"

"So many zombies are very dangerous, can you solve it?"