Doomsday Pavilion

Little round face said proudly,

"Of course, Bi Xian said so powerfully!"

"Come, come, how do you do it."

"Say it quickly, if you convince you, you will know that you will be appetizing."

The small round face was drawn down, paper and pen were ready, and the gossip directions and various numbers were written on the paper—and the Chinese pinyin.

Lin Chou dared to guarantee his personality. This method is extremely immature and unprofessional.

What kind of ghost is put on the Chinese Pinyin, can the ghost be read out?

At this time, you should draw a "Tap Dog Input Method" to make Pen Xian Poke the keyboard absolutely scientific and efficient, and it can automatically recognize rare characters!

Even Miss Jiang was involved, and a group of girls held their pens and talked.

"Ben Xian and Pen Xian, you are my past life and I am your current life."

"Ben Xian and Pen Xian, are you there, are you there, are you..."

The tall and thin man stared at the little round face,

"What do you mean by bringing echo effects in your mouth?"

Little round face was very embarrassed after being found,

"Ahem, I'm used to it, don't care about these details, let's continue."

The gods and gods talked and danced, and after a while of confusion, the pen broke and the girls failed unexpectedly.

Xiao Yuan frowned and muttered.

"No, it's not easy to use, I saw those ancient books and movie materials clearly said that."

After thinking about it, the thin tall reminded,

"Round face, did you remember any steps wrong?"

The little round face swears,

"No, I am definitely not mistaken. I have watched the twenty-eighth book of Bixian Horror several times,'Uncle Jiao in Hua Jiansisi's heart in the school of Bixian Horror, Revenge of Orange', I will never remember it wrong. of!"

"Ugh."

The unexpected failure made the girls very melancholy and kept complaining.

The small round face was almost crying, and the wronged person kept saying that he remembered correctly, and everyone must have read it wrong.

"How about we try again?"

"Okay, then do it again!"

As a group of girls regrouped, Shan Ye snorted coldly.

"You will never see ghosts in your life with this method, don't dream!"

As the saying goes, the girls were ridiculed by Shan Ye and immediately lost the faith to continue.

The little round face exploded immediately,

"You, you nonsense! How can you do this, woo woo..."

she cried.

I cried very sadly, crying like a dream of a Slavic man who called "bia" to the ground, and danced on it for a whole scene in nail shoes.

"..."

Lin Chou had a terrible headache,

"Hey, Lord Shan, cry!"

Shan Ye grinned and chatted.

"Ahem, girl..."

"Woohoo, badass! Leave you alone!"

"This...that..."

"You play triumph!"

Shan Ye's eyes rolled, he slapped his hands, and with a loud "pop", all the grievances of the small round face were scared back.

"You, you still want to kill people...oooooo..."

Huang Dashan was sweating profusely, what the fuck is Laozi committing murder?

"Oh, don't cry! Grandpa Dashan tells you, what kind of tricks you want to use to hell, don't you know at all?"

Little round face sobbed and said,

"Why, why is it wrong?"

Huang Dashan saw the effect and said immediately,

"The movie, can you take it seriously? It's already outdated. Besides, you haven't seen the beginning of the movie with a paragraph like,'This story is purely fictional, and any similarity is purely coincidental'?

"This..."

Xiao Yuan's face was suspicious, and Ewha said with rain and cuteness.

"It seems to be!"

Shan Ye rolled up his sleeves,

"Grandpa Da Shan has a very old, 100% successful method, dare you little girls try it?"

"Cut, there is nothing you dare not do."

"Come here, touch my old lady's chest, and make sure that my heart doesn't accelerate at all."

Shan Ye swallowed his saliva, looked at the girl's turbulent ravine, and sighed that Mingguang's children are really well-nourished.

"Ahem, you wait."

Master Shan got up and walked outside for a while and came in with a small bottle.

Pour the black and foul-smelling liquid in the bottle into a small disk, pinched a tripod with a wire to fix the disk on it, and lit a candle below.

The little round face covered his nose,

"This, what is this?"

Shan Ye sneered with a toothy sneer, with a sly face,

"Earth veins have yin and yang, and the feng shui of the earth is vigorous. The bones are buried in it to bless future generations and extend the well-being."

"The Yindi is just the opposite. If the corpse is buried, the grievances will not be quelled and the bones will not rot, and it will do harm for thousands of years."

"This corpse oil is taken from the body of a living corpse buried in the shade. Tens of thousands of living corpses do not rot all year round. Only such a small bottle of corpse oil can be produced every three years."

"what!"

The girls had already believed the words of Lord Shan and were shocked.

"Corps, corpse oil?"

"Be scared. If you're scared, go home to have milk and play some hell of a game."

"Who, who is afraid!"

"Just...that is, who is afraid that someone will be born to a puppy!"

Shan Ye snorted, and the corpse oil gradually emitted a weird blue-blue smoke, the smell was more pungent and spicy eyes.

"It's too late to be afraid. You have already inhaled the fumes of corpse oil. If you exit halfway, you will be surrounded by ghosts, and you will not be able to live."

The girls looked at each other, leaning against each other, their eyes looked rather panic and helpless.

Huang Dashan went to the kitchen again and took a big old bowl out and poured it into Qingquan Mountain.

"Here, people who want to hell, let your bloodletter! Drink your mixed blood at the end, and it's fine."

A piece of ghost crying wolf howling, five minutes later.

Xiaoyuan's face was pale and shaky, and she looked as if she was losing too much blood and was about to go into shock.

The wound on her little finger was as large as 0.3 centimeters long, and the skin and flesh turned horribly, and only a half drop of blood came out in just twenty-five seconds.

A group of girls share the joys and sorrows, all with their orchid fingers hanging over the big bowl just like the little round face, waiting for the blood to drip into the wine bowl, and the scent of wine from the height of Qingquan Mountain made their eyes almost cry.

Xiao Yuan said with a dumb voice,

"Okay, okay, I think... I seem to be dying..."

Shan Ye looked at his watch and pinched his fingers.

"Morning! Wait! Each of you put five or six catties of blood, and then drink the blood. If there is no accident, you can see ghosts!"

Lin Chou's hands trembled, and the pot almost flew out.

"Oh."

Little round face reluctantly agreed.

After a while, the girls said suspiciously,

"Wait, how much blood did you just say?"

Shan Ye quietly retreated, his mouth almost reaching the root of his ears

"Well, five or six catties are enough, not too much, not too much."

"..."

This may be the tranquility before the storm.

"Ahhhhh! You you you!"

"Sisters, come on, kill him..."

"beat him!!"

"Hahahaha... I just made a joke...hahahahahahahahahahahaha."

"Crackling."