My luck can go against the sky

Inside the pub, Han Zi Rong Tieqing face, leaning on the window, sit down.

The right hand is pressed on the glass window, regardless of Han Zi Rong, the glass window has never responded.

Side head, look to the piano.

The music is stopped, it seems to be brewing, and it seems to be waiting.

For a long time, the first note is pressed.

On the daughter's ceiling, an abrupt appearance is just a hanging rope that can put in the human head.

On the rope, there is a hanging ghost that can't see the face, and the figure seems to hide the illusory and is in reality.

Next, an aerlyced rope set was dropped.

The rope sleeve is in the dinear neck of the pub, tightened, pulled up.

As if someone is in the other end of the rope, the dead is pulled.

The diners hang in the air, swing from the left and right.

When the piano is dull, the harsh roar is issued, and the keys are unordered.

Han Zi Rong saw that the hanging ghost is suddenly turned, but it is observed that the body began to be flexible, and it will not reappear.

"opportunity!"

Ding! Host trigger task.

[Beam rope, rope on the corpse, corpse!

[Task: Solve the hanging ghost!

[Reward: None.

[The task failed: Can this fail?

The annual rope set falls.

The piano once broke the sound of the earth.

I remembered the hanging ghost information and a range of information seen in the base.

"Two tricks will comply with each other and suddenly, if I use this empty block to escape their judgment?"

Think of it.

Han Zi Rongmeng once, waist the waist, the pen is not windless, flying, painting in the air.

The aura fermented.

Han Zi Rongxiang immediately, escaped the rope sleeve, leaving the table, and in his in situ, an ice and ice melted ice man replaced Han Zongrong's rope wrapped in the neck.

The hanging ghost hanging in the air is headed, and it is a bit confused to Han Zi.

But he can't make anything to Han Zi.

Han Ziyong saw a short smile as he guess, his face was suddenly smiled, and he stepped on the piano on the performance station.

The roar of the piano suddenly stopped, replaced, is the fifth round of music, ringing.

Han Zi Rong's footsteps suddenly rigid.

In the air, a rope tightened and lifted the bodies in the published died, hanging in the air.

The music is stopped, and the roar is emitted.

Han Zong Rongzi is light and again.

Music sound.

Roading, revolving.

The more the air gradually hangs, the more you have.

"You must solve the piano before hanging all the bodies, otherwise, under the piano and hanging ghosts, I have no chance to turn over!"

"The piano can only be sealed, and the ghost is a ghost, my peach sword is useful to him!"

Han Zi fungus bite his teeth, steeily skyrocket, leap, jump to the piano.

In the air, Han Zi Rong left hand, and the pianist before the piano, so that he just stood before the piano.

Floor.

Han Zi rushed to the cold mist pen and pilgrim.

In the body, the aura is poured into the chilly pen. When the piano surface suddenly flourifies cold cream, and the cold cream of the layer gradually freezes the piano.

The piano is as conscious, the piano begins to run quickly, and want to play the fifth passment of the fifth pass as soon as possible.

At the location of the window, the last rope pulled up.

Substituted Han Zong's ice man is hanging in the air, then, the ice is broken, and the ice is heavy, it is scattered.

On the performance stage, Han Zi was rumored, and the piano was filled with ice.

The fifth passenger song is stopped.

The light in the pub flashing, and the closed door is also open.

The outside world, I have been watching the lascress in the restaurant, I saw the bodies hanging on the ceiling, and I was quickly retreat. At the same time: "Everyone retreats, pay attention to the top."

"No. A3579, hanging ghosts, appears."

At the surrounding warning, the field personnel and the soldiers suddenly retired, tensely looked at the pub and looked at the top.

Inside the pub.

Han Zi looked out the cigarette case in the exit bag, took a one, ignited, deeply sucked a bite, spit out smoke, eyes, looked at the hanging ghost that gradually transferred to him.

A rope falls.

Han Zi Rongzeged his left hand and calmly gently finger.

The rope tightened, Han Zi Rong is suspended, hangs.

Outside the pub, root rope falls, tightened, hangs.

In an instant, all of the foreign affiliates of the union warning outside the bar and soldiers were hanging in the air.

Han Zi Rong grabbed the rope and looked calmly.

Reaching out, picking down the waist, the peach, and the ghosts are stabbed.

The mirror of the ghosts exposed a strange smile, not flashing, let the peach sword pierce.

On the ceiling, the rope tightened again.

Han Zi Rong is a bit shocked, peach wood sword, there is no role in hanging ghosts!

Han Zi Rong Miss once, immediately wanted to pass the original Committee.

"No, it is not a role, but it is wrong from the beginning!"

"Danger is not hanging ghosts, but the rope on the neck!"

"Rope is the real main goal, and the murderer!"

Take the peach.

The rope on the neck is tightened again.

Ascending, it is impossible to suck oxygen, and Han Zi Rong's face will rise into the red, and the aura that has just moved in the body has become scattered, the right hand is good, the peach sword is unable to fall.

The brain has an oxygen, and thinking is gradually turbid and dull.

Outside the pub, everyone hangs, and some people live in the air in the air.

Some people have died, the body is quietly hanging in the air, shaking around, and swinging.

Death!

Han Zi Rong is weak, slow, close your eyes.

Illusion, mycous memory, one in front of you.

Lu Liangping leaned over the big day.

I am clear that I have a self-explosion and tap the wood fish.

Jiang Xia corpus.

A phone, you have gained all the property of the US Group.

, Lin Shuangwei, Wang Ziqi, Su Yun, one of Han Zi's eyes before.

Resort, call.

Han Zi Rong glanced.

Seven bleeding, blood marks, all over the face.

The neck, the blood did not stop down.

Han Zirong Rong right hand, the peach sword is unfained, in the air, continuous flying, cutting the rope.

Han Zi Rongzhi has fallen to the ground, there is no breathing, his hand fingers, the peach sword bites the glass window, and the rope of all the necks outside the pub will be broken.

The unspeakable rope on the neck, the breath of Han Zirong, while looking up, looking at the top.

A rope, once again falling.

Han Zirong hand, and the peach sword quickly flew back and cut off the rope.

On the ceiling, the talented rope is hit, you want to leave.

Han Zi Rong Yuling left hand holding the sword to catch the rope behind it.

The hanging rope is still collapsed, and all the bodies hung in the pub will disappear in the pub.

Han Zi Rong, who is tightly seized, and disappears.

Outside the pub, I finally passed into the macroposta rushed into the pub, watched the ceiling, and my face was blue.

Cold channel: "Search, find it to the city!"

"Han Zi will not be so dead!"

Subsequently, the magic sediment looked up and contraction of the piano of the performance station, and the pupil unconsciously contracted, and even the channel: "This piano is loaded into the soundproof box!"

"Send it back to the safety house, no hand is close to the safety house, kill!"