Supernatural: at the Beginning of the Game, the Six-flavored Rehmannia Was Eaten and the Body Was Pe

The chef ghost felt that he had been insulted like never before, so he picked up the machete beside him and slashed towards Jiang Han.

Seeing this, Jiang Han was too lazy to hide, letting the heavy machete fall on top of his head.

Jingle!

There was a crisp sound of gold and iron, Jiang Han had nothing to do, but the machete flew upside down and fell to the ground in the distance.

The chef ghost only felt that his palms were sore and numb, and looked at Jiang Han in horror. As a dignified ghost, he actually felt a trace of fear.

Is this motherfucker the legendary iron-headed doll? !

However, without giving him too long to think, Jiang Han had already punched him.

Just one punch, without any accident, directly smashed the belly of the chef evil spirit, and the black air symbolizing evil and filth slowly drifted away, almost knocking half of his body off.

This is not finished!

Jiang Han grabbed his head, lifted the lid of the pressure cooker, and said with a smile: "Come! Come! You can taste the taste of the zongzi you made!" If you don't have a good taste, explain it to me, and I will turn you into a zongzi too!" "Don't! Uncle! Please! Let me go!"

The chef ghost begged for mercy in horror, but he felt aggrieved in his heart. Isn't it because the zongzi tastes wrong? Are we making such a big fire?

"Let go of you? It's not impossible. Well, what I hate the most is salty zongzi. If you make me sweet zongzi again, we will let this matter be over." "Okay! I will do it now. Do!"

How dare the chef ghost dare to hesitate, the fat body burst out with agility that does not match the image, and prepares all kinds of materials for making zongzi, which is very busy.

No way, this is a big deal!

However, the moment he just finished putting the sugar, Jiang Han frowned slightly, raising his hand and punching.slap...

The fat chef with almost only one head left stared at Jiang Han helplessly, "Why...why?" "You want to kill me with so much sugar!"

Jiang Han looked at it with disgust, and he couldn't stop cursing in his heart: "That's it? Dare to make zongzi! It's not as good as the old eight's craftsmanship!"

At this time, Lu Zihang finally recovered from the series of shocks. Looking at the bloody scene around him, despite the help of Jiang Han's yang energy, the desire to vomit was unbearable. "Comrade Jiang, come with me to the toilet! "

Seeing this, Jiang Han, adhering to the principle of caring for the environment, found a nearby toilet and let Lu Zihang vent.

After all, it is not easy for the child to hold back for so long.

However, just when Lu Zihang was about to vomit on the toilet, he suddenly jumped up like an electric shock!Pointing at the toilet, he looked horrified and said, "Jiang Han, there are... there are hands inside!" Can there be hands in the toilet?Is being a ghost so bad now?

Jiang Han expressed his disbelief, but he glanced into the toilet, and sure enough, a rotten palm was twisting!

However, it seems that there are no other toilets around here.

He simply patted Lu Zihang's shoulder and comforted him: "Young man, this is all your illusion, don't worry, vomit boldly!" With Jiang Han's words, Lu Zihang felt relieved.

Someone Jiang is a professional!

He said it was an illusion, it was an illusion!

Lu Zihang, don't be a coward!Just spit!Overcome hallucinations!

Lu Zihang no longer hesitated, and with a wow at the toilet, he poured out all the accumulation in his stomach all day.

In an instant, the yellow-green mixed liquid smelled of stomach acid and poured straight onto the rotting palm.Immediately...the palm of my hand was stunned!

That's right, just stunned, motionless 5.0, as if doubting life.

Lao Tzu is hiding here to dig out the anus, but you dogecoin spit out these things all of a sudden? !

finally!The toilet is boiling!

The cold aura around him suddenly became richer, and the faint smirk seemed to come from the ground.Clap la la ~ A sound of water sounded, and a head slowly emerged from the toilet, staring at blood-red eyes, as if to shred everything in front of him.Lu Zihang shuddered with fright and blurted out: "My brother Di, didn't you say there are no ghosts in there! What is this?!" "Don't worry, I just came here! It's not a big problem."

Jiang Han's face was neither red nor white, and he pointed to the door and said, "Go, bring me a pan." A pan?

No, are you soul scavengers so advanced in fighting ghosts now?

Lu Zihang was shocked. .

Chapter 113 Brother, Do You Still Want to Play Whack-a-Mole? 3/5

Although he wondered what the hell Jiang Han was doing, but adhering to the principle of specializing in the arts, Lu Zihang chose to do as he did.

Soon, he ran back with a brand new frying pan.

Handing it to Jiang Han, he panted and said, "Look, can you draw a talisman on this frying pan?"

After being nurtured by the TV series he had watched since he was a child, Lu Zihang took it for granted that Jiang Han wanted to turn this pan into a ghost-killing magic weapon by drawing talismans like those Taoists.

For this reason, he also brought back a fruit knife, for fear that Jiang Han would have to work hard to bite his fingers later. "Painting talismans? Have you watched too many TV series?"

Jiang Han said that it was too troublesome to draw a talisman, so he took the pan directly, and immediately, in the eyes of Lu Zihang's doubts about life, he waved his hand and took a picture of the ghost head that was about to emerge!

when!

There was a crisp sound, and the ghost head that had just emerged was suddenly shot back by Jiang Han.

Holding back the drowsiness of his brain, the toilet devil was so angry that he almost went crazy, is this fucking thing people do!

Are you whack-a-mole here? !

In his anger, he could no longer care about ostentation, and he would jump out of the toilet to speed up the speed, and then shred the abominable Dogecoin 01 directly.But... when!when!

Another two hits in a row made him almost suspect ghosts.

Dissatisfied!continue!

when!when!when!

Soon, the toilet ghost found sadly that no matter how fast he accelerated, he would be photographed directly by Jiang Han with a frying pan. "Hey, Jiang Han, you still have the ability, this whack-a-mole is quite fun, can you let me try it too?" Lu Zihang also felt a little itchy at this time, and wanted to take a few pictures and play along.

As for danger?

Please, this is clearly a gopher, what kind of evil ghost is that!

"Okay, come, remember to aim your head, one! Two! Three! Go!"

"The angle needs to be adjusted well, and hitting the center of the bottom of the pan can bring the most enjoyable experience and get the most perfect sound feedback!" Of course Jiang Han was very happy, handing the pan to Lu Zihang and playing it on the side. instructor.

As for whether the evil ghost will come out, there is no need to worry at all. The yang energy has been attached to the pan by Jiang Han, and it will not dissipate in a short time.

Lu Zihang attacked even more ruthlessly.

"Ow!" Li Gui screamed extremely tragically.

After hammering a few times, he touched his chin: "I found that if you hit with one-third of the bottom of the pot, the decibel of his cry will increase by 50%, which is very enjoyable!"

Seeing that they have been reduced to toys, even these two bastards are still researching skills!

The toilet devil was so angry that he was almost insane, and roared in a shrill voice: "Boy, let me out if you have any!Is there such an excessive request?

However, I like it!

Jiang Han waved his hand, motioned Lu Zihang to put down the pan, and immediately pointed his finger at the toilet: "If you have something, come here!" "Something I don't know! I'm going to tear you apart!"

The toilet devil roared excitedly. He didn't expect to encounter such a foolish critic today. Without any hesitation, he jumped out of the toilet like lightning.

With a click, the swollen and rotten body that had been soaked fell to the ground, and blood-red eyes stared bitterly at the two human beings who didn't know whether to live or die.

I'll tear you to pieces and stuff them down the toilet later!

Lowly human, prepare to die!

However, before the toilet devil recovered from his excitement, he saw a red fist flashing with a fiery breath.

The next moment, the whole world was turned upside down.

The evil ghost didn't even have a chance to resist, so Jiang Han's punch directly shattered half of his body, and he could only lie on the ground and linger.

I got up, was stunned, what can I say?

"With your little skill, do you want to make an appointment with me?"

Jiang Han squeezed his fists, smiled and looked at the helpless toilet devil, shook his head and said, "This is only [-]% of your strength, you are too useless."

That punch actually used only [-]% of the force?

Is Ning the legendary One Punch Man?

The toilet devil couldn't help swallowing his saliva, pointed to the toilet beside him, squeezed out a charming smile that was uglier than crying, and said, "What, big brother, do you still want to play whack-a-mole?" "Tired! "

Jiang Han answered indifferently, and decisively punched him again, directly smashing it into a pile of flying ashes.

Walking out of the bathroom, the two had just returned to the living room when they heard a slightly dissatisfied middle-aged male voice coming from overhead. "Xiaohang, what time is it, the meal is ready, hurry up and ask your sister to eat!"

When I looked up, I saw a middle-aged man with a national character in a knitted shirt standing at the entrance of the study on the second floor, with gold glasses stuck on the bridge of his nose, with a very gentle temperament.

This person is Lu Zihang's father, Lu Guoan. "Okay... okay, I'll call now."

Lu Zihang answered without thinking, but the next moment his face suddenly became suspicious.Dingding looked at Lu Guoan and wondered, "Dad, I don't have a sister at all!"

"Bastard! Even your sister can be forgotten now! Hurry up and get out of here!" Lu Guoan was furious when he heard this, and walked towards the fifth floor with Lu Zihang and Jiang Han.

When passing through the corridor on the fourth floor, I could see several watercolor paintings of different sizes on the quaint wall, which looked very out of place.

It's like a dog skin plaster stuck to the wall. "Dad, what are these things?"

In Lu Zihang's impression, there has never been such a tasteless thing at home, so he leaned over to watch it as he spoke.

But it didn't matter if he saw it, he was horrified when he saw it.

The contents of those oil paintings are all bloody and terrifying, and they are clearly the same style as what he saw on toilet paper towels today!

230 Lu Guoan, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression, and said with pride in his tone: "These are all drawn by your sister, look at others, they are much better than you useless rebel!" "Jiang Han...I Dad he..."

If Lu Zihang didn't understand at this time, he would be a fool. Lu Guoan obviously has a problem now! "Relax, don't panic, I'm here." Jiang Han nodded, already knowing.

At the same time, he was also a little puzzled, had Lu Zihang's family stabbed a ghost's nest, and why so many evil ghosts suddenly appeared.

Soon, the three stopped in front of a closed door.

With a loving smile on Lu Guoan's face, he softly knocked on the door and said, "Daughter, stop painting, come down and eat." However, there was silence, and there was no response at all.

Jiang Han was too lazy to write ink, so he kicked the door open, and the scene in the room was immediately exposed.

In Nuoda's room, both the walls and the floor were covered with pale paper towels.

And in the very center of the floor, a ponytail girl was sitting cross-legged.

The petite and exquisite body was lying on the floor halfway, constantly smearing something on the tissue with the brush in his hand, and from time to time bursts of laughter came from his mouth. "Hee hee, you'll die like this, one knife in two halves, it's so beautiful~"

"Oops, this can't be done, your head should be broken into watermelons..."