"Where are you living these days? Xiaozhi's house?" Fu Bao muttered, but it was understandable. After all, staying alone in such a big house would make you feel lonely, and it was normal to want someone to accompany you.
Unfortunately, there was nothing noteworthy. Fu Bao went down to the first floor and was about to leave. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, and then with a "bang", the door to the outside was completely closed.
Fu Bao was startled and turned to look at the door, but there was no one there. If someone came in, it would be impossible to escape Fu Bao's sight. Could it be Feng?
But how is it possible that a security door is so heavy?
A strange atmosphere began to appear in the room. It seemed that something was absorbing heat. The temperature dropped rapidly. Fu Bao suddenly felt very cold. He subconsciously shrank his shoulders, and suddenly a familiar trembling feeling entered his brain.
"Oops." Fu Bao whispered and hurried to the door to open it, but the door seemed to be sealed by cement and did not move at all.
Suddenly the wind picked up. Burst after gust of wind came from all directions, blowing the coldness to the bones. Everything in the living room was flying around, the cabinet door kept flapping, the curtains flew, and the calendar was torn to pieces...
Fu Bao turned around suddenly, his heart pounding. Something dirty must have arrived in this situation!
Thinking back to the scene when Fat Tiger was killed by a ghost, Fu Bao felt his hands and feet were cold, and his head was buzzing. How could there be dirty things in A Tian's house and A Tian's house? Is it his turn to disappear?
Snapped!
The lights in the room went out instantly, and Fu Bao jumped up as if he had been pricked by a needle. But at this moment, there was only endless darkness in front of him, the wind kept roaring, and the fear in Fu Bao's heart continued to rise.
Suddenly, a red dress slowly descended from mid-air...it was the hanging ghost!
Fu Bao's eyes widened. He saw the Hanged Man in red floating down from the air. It looked very calm, but this calmness only lasted until the Hanged Man's eyes that kept dripping blood saw Fu Bao.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The hanged man screamed with his tongue wagging, and the roar caused the glass to burst. The cushions and pillows on the sofa flew up and exploded, and feathers and cotton wadding flew all over the sky.
The scream of the hanged man was like a sonic bomb, and Fu Bao was within range. He only had time to hold his head and face before the wind blew him and hit him against the door behind him.
Then, Fu Bao was picked up by the wind again and fell dizzy. He struggled on the ground for a while before he stood up. At the same time, he shouted in his heart: It's it again!
Fu Bao is very familiar with the ghost in front of him. It killed Fat Tiger and was injured by him at Xiaozhi's house. The Hanged Ghost is also very familiar with Fu Bao and greets him very "kindly".
"It's you!" Li Gui screamed fiercely, waving his tongue back and forth like a whip. Wherever it was thrown, the furnishings were shattered into pieces. Fu Bao dodged the tongue attack and ran to the other side of the living room. He was hiding, and behind him was a pile of destroyed furniture.
Are you going to die? Are you going to die?
Fu Bao listened to the wailing behind him and kept asking himself this in his mind. At this time, he didn't even have time to be afraid. The ferocious ghost was beyond imagination. There wasn't much that Fu Bao could do, and there was only one thing he could do - summon the devil.
Demons feed on ghosts. If the silver-haired devil takes action, then this hysterical ghost may be equivalent to a big crab waving pliers. It is just a delicacy. However, the demon really has a brain problem and always thinks with the common sense of the devil. He felt that every time Fu Bao summoned him to deal with the evil ghost, he was always asking him if he wanted to eat. If he wasn't hungry, why would he show up?
I completely don’t understand that this is a matter of life and death for Fu Bao, so I’m too lazy to show up!
Fortunately, the black doll itself is still a deterrent to evil spirits.
Fu Bao was forced into a corner, forcing him to turn around and face the hysterical ghost. His only weapon was the black puppet in his hand.
"Drink!" Fu Bao shouted with his eyes closed, and stabbed the black puppet at the charging ghost.
The black doll happened to be stuffed into the mouth of the hanged man in red, blocking the hanged man's roar and making the whole scene strangely still for a second before it started moving again.
When Fu Bao opened his eyes, he saw that the hanged man began to vomit and tried to spit out the puppet. His eyes were bleeding, and it seemed that even his tongue was about to vomit out.
Fu Bao seized the opportunity and ran away, but after running a few steps, there was another sound of something flying in the air from behind. Fu Bao ran forward desperately holding his head.
Li Gui's tongue quietly wrapped around Fu Bao's feet, and with a "bang", Fu Bao was dragged down. He stretched out his hand and stretched his fingers forward as much as possible, trying to crawl forward, but the fact was that he was desperately being dragged down bit by bit. Click and drag it back.
Fu Bao's nails scratched a few marks on the floor. He was very scared, so scared that he almost collapsed. However, this was not the first time that he was about to be killed by a ghost, so he still had to find a way, and he had to do everything he could to survive. .
Fu Bao was slowly dragged back, his nails were opened one by one, and several long blood marks were dragged out on the ground. He could feel the tongue gradually binding him. Fu Bao thought about the process of Fat Tiger being tortured and killed. Could it be that Is this also his fate? !
But the Hanged Ghost seems to want to torture Fu Bao a little more in order to retaliate against Fu Bao for hurting it.
"Kill!" A sharp cry came out of Li Gui's mouth, and its tongue rolled up, throwing Fu Bao against the wall.
"boom."
Fu Bao slid down after hitting the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The evil ghost approached step by step, staring at Fu Bao sinisterly and shouting, "It's you! Kill him!"
Fu Bao's mind was buzzing, and he reluctantly raised his head to look at Li Gui's bloody eyes and tongue flicking back and forth, "...Actually, you recognized the wrong person."
Of course it is meaningless to say such words at this time. If the ghost could communicate, it would not be a ghost. It was just stunned for a moment, and then used its bright red tongue to strangle Fu Bao's neck and tighten it.
Fu Bao's legs began to tremble and his eyes turned white. His hands scratched desperately in the air, but he could not hold anything tightly due to lack of oxygen.
Fu Bao's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and even the pain gradually became distant. His mind could no longer think normally, and there were only a few words left - was he really going to die? Fu Bao was unwilling to be killed by the evil ghost like this. Fall, but what can he do?
He did everything he could, even tried summoning demons. Fu Bao sighed in despair, preparing to accept the fate of death...
At this moment, a book suddenly hit the hanging man's head, causing his whole body to tilt, like a fighter jet shot down by a missile.
Fu Bao felt the tongue on his neck being pulled open, and a soft hand pulled Fu Bao up. Fu Bao breathed precious air again, his blood began to flow smoothly, and strength returned to his body. He struggled to stand up, Obedient to the strength brought by that gentle hand, I started to run forward.
The Hanged Ghost seemed to be knocked unconscious by that blow, and it took him a while to wake up. He screamed and continued to chase Fu Bao. Unfortunately, the two figures in front of him had already fled away.
Fu Bao ran as fast as he could under the guidance of warm little hands. The owner of the door that was sealed by the Hanged Ghost suddenly opened it, and the two of them ran down the stairs.
During this process, Fu Bao kept seeing two ponytails jumping back and forth in front of his eyes. The girl with the twin ponytails looked like an elf, which made Fu Bao feel very comfortable and warm.
I don't know how long he ran, but Fu Bao finally couldn't run anymore. He broke away from the hand, bent over and gasped loudly, "No, I can't anymore. The ghost isn't chasing me, so there's no need to run."
"Hey, senior, your physical strength is too weak." A pleasant voice said.
Fu Bao panted for a while, then raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him. She had twin ponytails, big eyes, and a smile that was always full of energy. She was - Xiaotong? !
crackle.
A sudden pain flashed through Fu Bao's mind. He frowned and touched his head, then looked at Xiaotong, "Xiaotong, are you... back?"
"Hey, where are you going back to? I didn't leave at all." Xiaotong's voice was very brisk.
"You... didn't leave? Then why did you suddenly appear and save me?" Fu Bao's mind was filled with doubts and pain.
"Because senior is in danger, of course I, Sailor Moon, will appear immediately to defeat the bad guys and save senior." Xiaotong answered seriously but playfully.
"It sounds very powerful...but how did you know I was at A Tian's house?" Fu Bao's doubts only increased.
