Chen Daji's two hammer blows can be said to have used all his strength.
Just two muffled bangs were heard, and the raging sea hammer was bounced high by the black mist, and hit its master's big head back.
"Oh shit!"
At the critical moment, Chen Daji suddenly retracted his head into the turtle shell.
He didn't forget to reach out and pat the little ginseng baby that was half hanging on the shell, and forcefully pressed it in.
The warhammer flew past the turtle shell and fell to the ground far away with a thud.
It almost hit Hui Laoliu, who heard the noise and rushed to help.
Hui Laoliu was shocked when he looked at the "headless" tortoise shell.
"Oh, little brat, where's your head?! Is it missing!?"
Chen Daji was huddled in his turtle shell, so he spoke in a loud voice.
"Six, Brother Six, help us pull it quickly, my brain is stuck in my head, and I can't pull it out!"
Little Ginseng Baby: "Big chirp! Big chirp!!"
Looking at the tortoise shell spinning around like a headless fly, Gray Old Six was angry and funny.
After reaching in and digging for a long time, I pulled out the little ginseng baby that was stuck together.
By the time Chen Daji poked his head out, his face was already flushed with pain.
"Oh my god, it's rebounding, isn't it?! Master Ji, I'll let you play!"
Without any explanation, he took out his slingshot, loaded it with fart bombs, and fired at the black mist.
The ginseng baby, who is getting more and more angry, naturally follows the same example: lie down, aim, raise his hand and fire ten times in a row: "Da da da da!!"
Facts have proven that even the most ferocious evil spirits are afraid of smells.
After receiving more than ten stinky bombs in succession, Heiwu finally couldn't stand it any longer and shrank back with a whoosh.
Since then, the blood coffin carried by the Eight Ghosts finally appeared in front of Hua Jiunan and other "people".
Everyone in the troupe fell to the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.
The blood coffin felt the "person" coming behind him, and the eight ghosts immediately carried him and turned around slowly.
When he felt Hua Jiunan's unique aura, he immediately became violent.
"It has been five thousand years. If your lineage is not dead, how can we calm down this overwhelming resentment!!"
Just when the blood coffin was about to "take action", a cold snort suddenly came.
I saw a big foot with flashing lightning falling from the sky and stepping heavily towards the blood coffin.
It is the secret technique unique to Zhiren's lineage - stepping on the sky!
It's just that the effects produced by Wang San are not the same as those of Hua Jiu Nan.
The blood coffin let out an unwilling roar, and its resentment condensed into an endless mountain of corpses rising from the ground, heading towards Bigfoot.
Like hot magma meeting cold ice, the moment the big feet came into contact with the mountain of corpses, there was a sizzling sound.
After a moment of stalemate, the two slowly disappeared together.
Also disappearing at the same time was the blood coffin carried by the Eight Ghosts.
There was only a roar full of resentment left: "Emperor Jiang Chu!!"
Now is not the time to clarify the relationship, so "Wang San" ignored the blood coffin.
He just waved his big hand secretly and saved everyone in the theater troupe.
Then he went back into the house and lay down as if nothing had happened.
What he didn't notice was that Xiao Qianyue, who should have been asleep, was staring unblinkingly into the sky with big eyes like stars.
What was reflected in his eyes was the appearance of the blood coffin.
And the blood coffin is flying rapidly towards Liangzhu...
Backstage: After everyone in the theater troupe woke up, they felt dizzy and weak.
Seeing Hua Jiunan and others was like seeing a savior.
"Young Master, why are you here?!"
"Did you see that it was haunted just now?!!"
Regarding their questions, Hua Jiunan had already prepared his words.
"Haunted?! No!"
"When we came here, we saw that you were all fainting."
"Grandpa Hu said everyone was suffering from gas poisoning and asked me to quickly open the ventilation on all sides."
"No, you all woke up after just a while."
"Gas poisoning?!" Upon hearing this, everyone in the theater troupe looked at the still-red braziers with doubt.
Hu Qingshan naturally cooperated with Hua Jiunan's rhetoric and spoke with a smile.
"It was our poor hospitality that made everyone suffer."
"Let Chen Fu remove the charcoal fire tomorrow and replace it with an electric stove for everyone."
Before the troupe could ask any more questions, Hua Jiunan secretly cast the Requiem Curse.
So they just felt their heads sink, and subconsciously thought that they were right and that they were poisoned by gas.
Upon seeing this, Hui Lao Liu hurriedly shouted hello.
"Why don't we stop here today and stop singing for now."
"Everyone, please go to bed early, we have another day of acting tomorrow!"
