Chapter 45 Closing the Door

Style: Girl Author: Jiang MuyunWords: 1479Update Time: 24/01/12 03:15:46
This child was brown all over, skinny and skinny, with deeply sunken eye sockets.

The weirdest thing is that he is actually wearing a blood-red cloak.

No wonder Chen Jiayan said that the energy in this room is the same as the yin energy in me.

These two brats look alike!

I pointed at Liu Zhiguo and asked sternly: "What on earth is this thing?"

Since this is what he offered, he must know what it is.

Perhaps, together with the mystery surrounding me, it is possible to solve it!

"Yes Yes……"

He was now trembling into a ball and couldn't even speak.

The table I was blocking at the door was suddenly smashed, and the huge inertia knocked me around.

Splintered wood flew across the air and hit me right on the bridge of my nose.

I looked back and my heart suddenly sank.

This door can't stand it!

While I stabilized my body, I shouted at Chen Jiayan: "Get behind me!"

What I didn't expect was that instead of retreating, Chen Jiayan ran towards me and pulled me up with some effort.

"let me!"

As he spoke, Chen Jiayan took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed forward, and then took out a small wooden man holding a big stick from his pocket and placed it at the door.

Chen Jiayan stepped back, knelt down on one knee, crossed her hands and placed them on her chest.

Waves of spells floated out of her mouth, and the wooden figure seemed to have become spiritual, making clicking sounds like it was standing still.

Oddly enough, when the wooden man poked him, there was immediately no movement outside the door.

I couldn't help but sigh: "This Lu Ban Shu is really overbearing!"

However, before I could rejoice, the little brown man flew straight towards me.

Chen Jiayan's back was turned to him, and she didn't know what was going on!

In desperation, I flew up and kicked her on the butt, but it was still a step too late.

"Ouch!"

Although the brown-colored ghost baby looked haggard, when he opened his mouth, his voice was comparable to a radio speaker.

The sharp sound made my hands and feet weak.

The ghost baby that had been haunting me seemed to have a sense of touch, and broke in through the window regardless of the requiem incense in the corner.

I picked up the mahogany sword and faced the fight head on.

It looked like I was stabbing him diagonally with the sword, but it was actually a feint. The moment the sword blade hit him, I immediately changed my attack posture.

This sword went straight from his chest to his back, and the ghost baby struggled like a candied haws.

The harder he struggled, the deeper the wound became, and something like a heart, liver, spleen, and lungs fell on the mahogany sword as he twisted.

I took a closer look and saw that the peach wood sword was actually corroded!

Can't delay!

I bit the tip of my finger and prepared to finish it off with one blow.

However, there was a smile on his wrinkled face.

What I didn't expect was that he didn't flinch, but crawled along the peach wood sword to me.

This mahogany sword is not long to begin with, and it is extremely fast.

I just blinked, and a mouth full of fangs was already gnawing on my nose.

I was also really excited by him. I held down his sticky head and didn't give him the slightest chance to move.

At the same time, the tip of my tongue was bitten.

"puff!"

I used all my strength to push his head back, and a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood from the tip of my tongue squirted right into his mouth.

"***, one of us has to die today!"

The ghost baby was sprayed with blood, and black smoke erupted from his body.

I saw him standing on the spot like a flying monkey, smashing his head through the roof, and disappeared directly.

At this time, the thick fishy smell and strong pain made my nose feel numb.

When I turned around, what I didn't expect was that the brown ghost baby had already swooped down like Chen Zhiguo.

It’s like one wave after another!

"Snapped!"

The brown kid lay on his chest, tore open his clothes and started sucking on his chest.

White milk mixed with blood flowed down Chen Zhiguo's chest, but instead of feeling any pain, his face was full of love!

It's like this is his adopted child!

His swollen chest was covered with scars. At a cold glance, it looked like two rotten grapes hanging from a torn plastic bag.

I finally know why Chen Zhiguo’s figure is like this!

He was sucked alive by a ghost!

The peach wood sword was thrown out of my hand. The kid was particularly nimble. Before the sword even touched him, he had already appeared above my head.

After dealing with things like them several times, I have gained some experience.

This kid looks like a loach, and it is simply too difficult to catch him.