The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Zheng Quzhi sighed: Is this dying?

Sure enough, when he arrived in the classroom, Liao Yin took a rope for girls’ physical education lessons from the corner, then climbed onto the desk without hesitation and tied the rope to the fan.

The rope is not very thick, and it is incomparable to a human neck, but such a rope can hang a living person in the end.

Obviously the table was still at his feet, but when Liao Yin put his neck into the noose, Liao Yin still struggled to death.

Seeing that Liao Yin gradually disappeared, his face turned bruise, his eyes burst out, and his tongue stretched out, Zheng Quzhi's mood became complicated.

Suddenly, Wei Yan looked in one direction suddenly.

When Zheng Quzhi also turned his head and looked over, there was no one there. And Liao Yin, who was still hanging in the air just now, was missing. Zheng Quzhi snorted in his heart and became defensive.

Unfortunately, in this illusion, many things are unreliable by defense.

Zheng Quzhi inadvertently turned his head and saw Liao Yin with his tongue sticking out standing by the window. Seeing him looking over, the corners of his mouth raised a strange arc.

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

After waiting for a while, I didn't see Liao Yin rushing over like Yao Li, let alone Wei Yan reacting, and couldn't help but bump into Wei Yan: "What about Liao Yin?"

Wei Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and unknown emotions were brewing in his eyes without focus. He said in a dumb voice, "He dare not come over yet."

With his hostility, Liao Yin wouldn't attack them for a while, but I don't know what will happen later.

Zheng Qu's eyebrows twitched, he looked at Liao Yin for a long while, and then tilted his head to look at Wei Yan. Wei Yan's face was faintly tired, and the slight redness that had finally appeared before had disappeared, and his face became pale again.

"Are you okay?" Zheng Quzhi asked suddenly.

Wei Yan: "It's okay."

Zheng Quzhi lowered his head and muttered in a barely audible voice: "It's okay, a ghost."

I had already quickly figured it out in my heart, and Wei Yan had come here to see if they would find someone behind the scenes. After all, people behind the scenes also had to intervene here to make the formation of borrowing to succeed.

However, the owner of the illusion was still playing tricks, turning the picture directly, killing Liao Yinjii, and the person behind the scenes never appeared.

Liao Yin was still waiting at the window, waiting for Wei Yan to fall down to kill them.

But why should they wait? If we let it go, Wei Yan should take him away, right? The only explanation might be that Wei Yan couldn't walk, and he had a physical problem.

Thinking of this, Zheng Quzhi glanced at Wei Yann calmly, and finally cursed in a low voice, bending slightly in front of Wei Yan: "Come on, I'll carry you away."

"Do you know why we came up?" Wei Yan asked instead, ignoring him.

"Didn't you come to see how Liao Yin died? And the man behind the scenes?" Zheng Quzhi raised his eyes and stared at Wei Yan quietly.

"No." Wei Yan shook his head and pursed his lips: "Go and look outside the window."

Why did it get out of the window? Zheng Quzhi frowned and looked far to the window. There are windows in four places in the classroom, except for the side where Liao Yin is guarding, there are two places farther from Liao Yin.

Zheng Quzhi pulled Wei Yan closer to that side.

He leaned forward and looked out until he reached the window. With just one glance, his face changed instantly, and he quickly retracted his gaze.

Outside the window, I do not know when it became a sea of ​​blood. It was similar to the scene in the hotel when I was in Hulunbuir, but the sea of ​​blood here is endless, and there are countless dead bodies floating in the sea of ​​blood!

"There is resentment over there." Wei Yan looked out the window blankly, her dark eyes shining with a peculiar light: "It is the resentful spirit accumulated over the past thousand years, enough to suppress me."

Thousand years of accumulation...

Zheng Quzhi felt a little shocked, so for the past thousand years, Shen Bi has been harming innocent lives? ?

"Why does he have to kill you?" After thinking for a long time, Zheng Quzhi couldn't figure it out. Didn't Shen Bi become the emperor? What kind of obsession was it that made him still want to kill himself and Wei Yan?

"The enemy of subjugation." Wei Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, but his thoughts were a little confused.

Wei Chen killed Shen Qu, but in the end he didn't let Shen Bi get better. Before going to sleep, he helped the neighboring country, and within a few years, Shen Bi died of the country. He didn't know how to escape the pursuit of the neighboring country, and he survived to the present.

And Shen Dao...

How did Shen Dao survive?

There are many doubts, he sent Cai Qiu to investigate several times, but still to no avail. Perhaps, their grievances with these old antiques should be stopped?

"Subjugation?" Zheng Quzhi exhaled a long breath, glanced at Wei Yan with complicated eyes, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Snapped--"

A faint sound sounded, Wei Yan frowned, stretched out his hand to hug Zheng Quzhi and hid aside, the rope flew in the air a few times like a living snake, and was taken back by Liao Yin without finding the target.

At some point, Liao Yin had a rope he used to hang himself. His face was blue and bloodshot, but he still stared at Wei Yan in this direction with a grievance.

Zheng Quzhi tried to recite a few rebirth mantras, but when he saw Liao Yin became irritable, he had to give it up, and said helplessly to Wei Yan: "It's over, we have to die here for the bitter mandarin ducks."

"Hugh is nonsense." Wei Yan said with a stern face.

Suddenly, he suddenly grabbed Zheng Quzhi's waist and jumped onto the table holding him. Zheng Quzhi stretched out his hand to put his hand on Wei Yan's shoulder, barely stabilizing his figure, his head was almost frightened and his hair exploded.

I saw that the floor that was still clean just now was covered with fine pieces of meat. It seemed that each blood-colored piece of meat was the size of a fingernail, as if it was alive. It was constantly squirming, but there were densely packed pieces of meat. The white maggots are all over the place.

Zheng Quzhi retched, and the corners of his eyes turned red, and he cursed: "Fuck me! Why is Shen Bi that stuff so disgusting!"

As he said, he saw that the piece of meat was increasing and superimposing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was immediately angry and frightened, and grasped Wei Yan tightly, "What to do? The disgusting stuff below shouldn't be more and more, and then it was drowned Us?"

"Yeah." Wei Yan nodded, Shen Bi probably wanted to kill them like this?

And Liao Yin, who was holding the rope, was still standing among the pieces of meat. The pieces of meat had gradually reached the position above his ankles. He didn't move, but looked at Wei Yan and them.

After a moment of contemplation, Wei Yan bowed his head.

Perceiving his movements, Zheng Quzhi also looked over. In the blink of an eye, a blood stain appeared in the middle of Wei Yan's open palm, and red blood gradually poured out.