Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

Lin Mo got into the car and asked the fat man to drive quickly.

On the way, I told Fatty that if I was unlucky this time, my life would be lost.

Fat man said you were joking?

Lin Mo didn't laugh, looked outside lightly, and said nothing.

The fat man turned pale all of a sudden.

After figuring out what was going on, the fat man ran seven red lights in a row and pulled Lin Mo back to the Green Garden Community in fifteen minutes.

"By the way, my dad is back too, so come and say hello."

Lin Mo talked to Fatty before he fell asleep. .

"Uncle is here too?"

Fatty's eyelids twitched, he had heard about Lin Mo's father's death for five or six years.

The dead come back?

Not to mention, it was quite scary when I first heard the news.

But on second thought, is there still a shortage of ghosts in the nightmare world?

No wonder it all.

When he really saw Dad Lin, Fatty was very attentive.

Seeing the "residents" of the community is also a warm introduction.

This time the entire Green Garden community was shocked.

"The district chief is back!"

"Not only the district chief, I heard that the district chief's father is also back."

"I seem to have heard that the mayor's father has been dead for several years. It's a bit scary."

"Are you sick? You've been dead for several years."

Men and women, old and young, all ran out at this time.

Especially the female nightmares in the community, that is the fastest.

Nie Hong came, and she seemed to be dressed up; Dandan came too, she seemed to have put on make-up; the most exaggerated was Sister Li, who was also wearing heavy makeup.

A female ghost next to her couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Sister Liren, I didn't see it, do you also have ideas for the district chief?"

Liren geigei smiled: "Nonsense, but the old lady knows that I can't compete with those little hooves, so I want to see if the district chief's father likes me like this."

When a few ghosts heard it, their eyeballs fell to the ground, all of them were in awe, and they even shouted admiration.

Lin Mo didn't know these messes.

He let the fat man watch Xiaobai first, and he took his father to Zhang Meng's studio.

The fat man looked at the fat white kid who was holding his hand, and then looked at the head held in the other's arms. The fat man, who thought he was well-informed and would not be frightened again, shivered again.

studio.

Lin Mo pushed open the door and looked at the paintings in the room, which seemed to be similar to before. It seems that Zhang Meng did not engage in creation during this time.

Is the other party always in that painting?

The old man who followed up later saw this house and his eyes lit up.

"Xiao Mo, in your community, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

One sentence shows that the owner of this house is not ordinary.

Zhang Meng is indeed unusual.

A standard otaku with a lot of character; a painter, with the terrifying ability to write and create the world.

After looking around, I couldn't find anyone, but Zhang Meng was not in the house.

Lin Mo asked a few ghosts in the painting, and they said that Zhang Meng was in the painting in the house.

Go in and take a look, it really is the pair of "LostCity".

"Come on, let's go in and find her."

The father also made a decisive decision, and it was about the life and death of his son, and he could not wait for a moment.

The two got into the painting.

There have been some changes in the painting world.

At most, it was a 'lost city' before, but now it is more like a city that has experienced bombing.

There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, and some tall buildings have collapsed.

At this time, there was a tremor on the ground, making a rumbling sound.

Not far away, the crumbling building had finally collapsed at this moment.

Obviously, this place is unstable.

Lin Mo didn't know where Zhang Meng was, but he felt that this must have something to do with the other party.

At this time, in a dark corner next to him, a figure flashed by.

Dad chased after him directly, it felt a bit like a cheetah preying on him. Dad was relying on real hard power.

After a while, he came back with a humanoid monster.

The monster was strangled and struggled constantly, but apparently no waves could be turned in the hands of the old man.

"This thing smells of curse, it should be the seven lives you said." Dad smelled it and recognized the smell of curse.

Dad owned yellow paper earlier than Lin Mo, and collected curses earlier.

Therefore, the understanding and research of the curse is deeper than that of Lin Mo.

Recognizing the smell of curses, Dad is a professional.

After finishing the matter, the old man took out a stick incense that was only three inches long from his arms, blew it lightly, and ignited it.

The next moment, like a conjuring trick, this incense stick was stuffed into the corpse's head.

It felt as easy as stuffing a coin in plasticine.

After stuffing it in, Dad let go of the corpse.

The corpse slowly exhaled a faint white smoke from its nostrils, and followed behind the old man.

"This is the ghost slave incense of our Lin family, don't you know how to do it yet?" Dad asked.

Lin Mo nodded embarrassedly.

"Hey, our old Lin family's ability, you should study more."

Lin Mo took it seriously.

If he can prepare a little more 'Show Demon Soup', then this battle with Yuan Xiuqing may be another ending.

But it is useless to regret this kind of thing, it can only be learned from.

Lin Mo thought about it. When the curse of immortality was resolved, he would definitely spend time studying the Lin family's skills, and then prepare enough demon soup.

In this way, if you encounter hard stubble again, pour it in in one gulp, roll up your sleeves and do it.

People stop killing Buddhas, stop killing Buddhas.

Very good!

Dad let the corpse controlled by Gui Nuxiang lead the way, and the two quickly headed towards the place where the curse was most intense.

On the way, the old man said that the burning time of Guinuxiang is different because of the different craftsmanship.

And this burning time determines the time for the controlled ghosts.

"What I made at the beginning can only burn for a minute. You just started, and you may not last for a minute. But remember, this craft requires long-term practice. I can do it for ten minutes now, Dad hopes. You can surpass me, and you are better than blue." When my father mentioned this, he was quite proud and proud, and his words meant teaching.

Lin Mo showed Dad the art of paper figures~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dad was silent.

Then he kept urging Lin Mo to run faster.

"Hurry up, kid, haven't you eaten yet?"

Ahead is the center of this 'Lost City'.

There is a tall building here.

Lin Mo had seen it before, and the source of the curse was probably inside it.

Interestingly, most of the buildings in the city were damaged or completely collapsed, except for this tall building.

The Seven Lives Zombies that once gathered here are also gone.

At this moment, footsteps were heard in front.

A thin, skinny man with a face like a skeleton ran towards him.

This man is dangerous.

There was an unbelievable malice about him.

Seeing Lin Mo and his father, this man pulled out something and swiped towards this side.

An ominous danger approached.

Dad stretched out his hand and threw the corpse next to him under his control to the front.

The next moment, the corpse split into two.

Even Lin Mo couldn't see what it was that cut open the corpse.

Just when the skinny and malicious man on the opposite side was about to swipe for the second time, the old man didn't know when he got behind the other side, slapped him down, and slapped him with a strong wind.

The man was shot directly to the ground.

His feet twitched, but he didn't move.

died!

A person from behind walked slowly, looked at the corpse on the ground, then looked at Lin Dad, and asked Lin Mo, "District Chief, who is this old man, so fierce?"