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

[My mother-in-law, scared me to death! 】

【Is it really Cha Welfare? 】

[I believe in your evil...]

[Anchor, I'm from Hangcheng, is it still in a hurry now? I also want to join a urology department! 】

The barrage of a group of ghosts and wolf howls instantly dominated the screen.

"Monk, aren't you afraid? The old man is a ghost, a ghost who eats people!" The old lady said viciously.

Hong Yi reached out and straightened the old lady's head.

Poor monk is here, you are always talking shit to the elevator wall!

"Old man, here!" Hong Yi patted her head and pointed to himself.

The old lady's gray and white eyes didn't know if she could see clearly.

Look, twist to the right again.

"Monk... Jie Jie!"

The head was turned back again.

"Here! It's not a monk over there, the monk is here!" Hong Yi had to hold her head with one hand.

"Old man, do you have a cataract! Your eyes are so white!"

The old lady nodded blankly.

"Yes! How do you know?"

No, I'm a ghost, I want to eat you!

What is this doing?

"Jie Jie... The monk sees your delicate skin and tender flesh, old man..." The old lady opened her mouth wide, and a long scarlet tongue stuck out, like a steel nail, poking forward fiercely.

However, halfway through, he was pinched by a strong hand.Then I felt my head being turned around again.

A familiar voice rang out.

"Old man, this is not a monk over there!"

So old!

Whoever you are, kill them all!

"Everything is going to die...all are going to die!"

The old lady was angry, and this time, the speed of the tongue attack was even faster, giving Hong Yi no chance to react at all.

"boom!"

It hit the elevator wall directly in front of me.

The old lady wanted to cry.

Monk, didn't you turn right just now?

The old man didn't move, how could he poke at the wall!

It hurts!

Hong Yi also looked at the old lady's tongue in surprise.

ho!The power is not small!

"Come on, give a close-up and record it."

"The burnt old ghost has average ability, and the attack power of the tongue is very strong. It can penetrate a 3 cm steel plate. The poor monk will try the toughness of this weapon."

Hong Yi took out a pair of black iron scissors from his backpack.

Yingying braved the Buddha's light.

Under the terrified eyes of the old lady.

"Crack!"

Tongue fell off.

However, Hong Yi was stunned at the moment of cutting.

The tongue actually slid down the small hole and slipped out of the elevator.

"This... Amitabha, the old man, the poor monk... If the poor monk said it was not intentional, do you believe it?" Hong Yi whispered to the bewildered old lady.

Unexpectedly, the old lady rolled her eyes and passed by!

Hong Yi looked at the super value.

1000 more.

Obviously, the old lady didn't come up in one breath!

Absolutely did not expect ah.