In Li Fuguang's eyes, Wang Yiliu just stood in front of Jiang Mao and stretched out his hand.
But in the eyes of the person involved, the hand penetrated the space, came directly into his body, and robbed his ability in a weird way.
That's right! It’s ability!
He didn't understand what this evil spirit wanted to do at first, but as his original abilities were gradually lost, he gradually panicked.
Before killing a ghost, you also take away his ability to survive? ! Kill ghosts and kill your heart!
As for Wang Yiliu's words "I don't want your life," he didn't take it seriously at all.
How could it be true! If it weren't for his special ability, he would have been killed last time!
After draining all his abilities, life and death will not be the same thing!
The more Jiang Mao thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. How could he have been treated like this hundreds of years ago? Just die, it's so undignified.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."
Li Fuguang became more and more bold in recording, and even turned on the camera mode, recording while laughing, vowing to completely capture Jiang Mao's deadly side.
"Crack-"
After about ten minutes, Jiang Mao, who was completely exhausted and as soft as a rubber band, collapsed to the ground.
Li Fuguang also finished the shooting successfully and was admiring his masterpiece in the album.
Hey, this one is good, it can be used as an emoticon package, hehehe, this one is also good, it is vulgar enough...
Suddenly a shadow fell over his head.
Li Fuguang raised his head, and Wang Yiliu smiled gently.
But Li Fuguang didn't miss the sinful hand she extended.
"Aunt Wang, do I want it too?"
Li Fuguang forced a smile.
Wang Yi Liupi smiles but does not smile.
"What do you think, Fuguang."
Li Fuguang was about to cry but had no tears. She should have thought that it was over. Now she was embarrassed. She had to control herself and never make such a shameful sound!
Facing his daughter, Wang Yiliu's movements were much gentler. He did not tie her up with black chains the whole time, but let her choose a position that was comfortable for her.
Li Fuguang thought for a while, then lay down on the grass with a large font, and said as if he were dead:
"Come on! I'm ready!"
At this moment, Wang Yiliu was not as relaxed as he seemed.
She can do whatever she wants with Jiang Mao's body. After all, he is a complete ghost and can regenerate even if it is damaged.
But she couldn't be careless about Li Fuguang's body. If there was any damage, if she encountered organs that were not ghostly transformed, they would be corroded and rotten by the external ghost energy.
The human body is so fragile...
When Aunt Wang's hand entered his body, Li Fuguang, who was fully prepared, said "Huh" in surprise.
It is indeed a very strange feeling, as if there is an extra hand in your stomach, pinching your stomach one second, and pulling your intestines the next.
It's like a local anesthesia operation, there is no pain at all, but you can feel the touch and itchiness from time to time.
This is how Li Fuguang feels now. Ever since Aunt Wang's hand touched her organ, she has been covered in itchy flesh. She felt itchy wherever she touched it. At first she could bear it, but later she couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing wildly. The sound startled Wang Yiliu, who looked serious.
"Fuguang? Are you okay? I didn't touch your brain?"
Wang Yiliu shouted worriedly. She even stopped her movements, fearing that she might have bumped into something without paying attention, just because Li Fuguang's laughter was too hysterical.
Li Fuguang couldn't stop laughing at all since she started laughing. Tears of laughter flew away and her voice became hoarse. She could only ask Aunt Wang to continue between laughters.
"Wang...hahahaha...Auntie, hurry up...hahahaha...continue, I can't stand it anymore, hahahaha, I'm going to die laughing..."
Wang Yiliu did not expect that Li Fuguang would react like this, so he had to speed up the transplantation.
But the transplant doesn't just need to be installed directly. It has to be covered with Li Fuguang's own ghost energy, so it can't be done quickly.
During this period, Li Fuguang laughed from hysterical laughter to breathless laughter to finally crying with laughter for more than half an hour.
During this period, Jiang Mao was awakened by Li Fuguang's laughter three or four times. The last time, he punched himself until he foamed at the mouth and fainted.
When the transplantation was finally over, Li Fuguang stopped laughing, rolled his eyes and fainted.
After laughing for too long, I was deprived of oxygen and my brain became dizzy.
Wang Yiliu put his hands on his hips, looked to the left and then to the right, and finally reluctantly held one in each hand, tore open the space and went back to the hotel.
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Hotel, Xin'an Mansion, Jiangnan District.
"Ahhhhhhhhh stop laughing I surrender!!! Help!!!"
Jiang Mao woke up from his nightmare, his face was gray and he was scared out of a cartoon face.
After regaining his composure, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was still alive!
Although his abilities were robbed, after all, he was a descendant, and he did this before he was alive. He could recover by relying on muscle memory alone. Now, his abilities have been fully restored.
Therefore, he did not want to take revenge on Li Fuguang and the evil spirit.
It's definitely not because he can't beat him or is timid, but because he knows how to advance and retreat and knows how to be humble!
Li Fuguang wants to enter the thriller game. It is understandable that she should be stronger. Only if she is stronger can her future in this world be guaranteed.
Well, he's not angry, he has no idea at all.
After comforting himself, Jiang Mao got out of bed and looked around.
It's the layout of the hotel room. It seems that he was brought back by the evil spirit and placed in the hotel.
The evil spirit actually didn't lie to him.
Jiang Mao scratched his hair, opened the door in a hurry and walked out.
In front of me was the evil spirit, sitting elegantly on the sofa, drinking coffee and watching TV, with a large black fog following behind.
Jiang Mao took a cursory look, "Good guy, I can't see the edge at a glance. How many ghosts are there in here?" All the big families are gathered together! Is it crowded or not?
Wang Yiliu didn’t even look back.
"This is a hotel suite arranged by our country. You will stay in this room from now on. By the way, Fuguang is right next to you. Your mission in these three days is to teach her your abilities."
"These Three Days", "Church" and "Your Ability".
Listen! What nonsense is this!
Can Jiang Mao tolerate this violent temper?
He immediately clenched his fists, and then became angry under the gaze of a large group of ghosts.
He only dared to get angry once. After he was angry, he immediately unclenched his fist and responded stiffly.
Wang Yiliu was satisfied and pointed to the sofa next to him.
"Sit down, don't go into the girl's room casually, wait until Fu Guang comes out."
Jiang Mao didn't know how he walked over and sat down despite all the ghostly looks. He only remembered that he had been sitting on pins and needles for a year or two, until his body was almost stiff. Li Fuguang came belatedly and called. Yawning and walking out of the room.
Li Fuguang didn't sleep well either. She was still laughing in her dream and thinking about getting familiar with her new abilities. When she woke up, she didn't stay in bed anymore, but got up directly.
But what is going on?
We haven't seen each other for just one night, right? Why did Jiang Mao turn into a blackface caricature? Is this stiff statue really him? Why are you looking at her so resentfully?
