Otherworldly Merchant

I opened my eyes and the fire on the people lying on the ground was extinguished, and their souls were all transferred to the phagocytes. The soul trapped in the rat cried out to us: "Help us! Help us! ”

My heart is terrified. What kind of evil trick is this that can forcibly extract the souls of living people?

The T-shirt man asked: "Jiulin, do you remember the Battle of Hundreds of Ghosts used by Yin Yang Tigers? ”

The Battle of the Hundred Ghosts Against Life is to extract the souls of a hundred living people and share the harm on themselves. It is also the watchdog of the four elders of Longquan Mountain Village. And I nodded, "You mean, it's these Phantoms that are taking away the souls of the living? ”

The T-shirt man said, "The dirty work in Longquan Hills has always been done by the Twelve Dead Shaw, and they are invisible. The owner of Longquan Village sent them out this time. On the one hand, the iron heart is trying to get rid of you, and on the other hand, it shows that he is already poor in donkey skills! ”

At this point, the ground-based phagocyte squeaks and runs in one direction, as if it were guiding us.

The T-shirt man warned: "Jiulin, don't hurt them. Hurting a phagocytizing mouse is killing an innocent person and is going to suffer the newspaper. ”

“If these rats attack us, aren't we passive?” I asked.

“There must be a way to the mountain. Let's go check it out first!” T-shirt man replied.

The crowd fled into an ancient hotel like a black tide, and when we went in, we found that the lights were not on, only two red candles were lit, and an old man with a thief's eyebrow was sitting in a chair laughing at us.

He had only a few sparse hair on his head, and he had diarrhea, thin and dry, and not a child tall enough to feel like a mouse.

The rats on the ground rushed towards him and jumped on him, wrapping him with only one face. The old man revealed a very enjoyable appearance, reaching out to caress the greasy fur of the mice.

Tail Jade covered his mouth and said: "Wow, this guy is disgusting. I'm about to throw up all the ice cucumbers I just ate! ”

When the old man spoke, his voice was pointy and thin: “Squeak, welcome, the two masters climbed the door in person, it was brilliant, squeaky! ”

I noticed a man and a woman lying on the ground, probably the owner and the owner of the hotel. There seemed to be a man sitting next to him, who, although not speaking, breathed particularly heavily, with his eyes glowing.

The T-shirt man pointed to the sword, pointing to the old man's nose: “Yin, you and I fight, don't hurt the innocent! Let these people go. I'll play with you as long as I want. ”

The T-shirt man bit ‘you’ particularly hard, obviously suggesting a pubic rat, who already knew there was another killer hidden in the house.

The pussy squeaked: “What a fierce predecessor, what a fright to the little man. Duplicants don't have any other hobbies, they just like to play. Let's play a game. If senior wins, duplicants let these people go and squeak! ”

I was frowned upon by the filthy way in which the pussy spoke.

The T-shirt man suddenly yelled: "Cut the crap and let go! ”

His roar was full of sunshine, and the air shook around him. The phagocytes were already very shady things, and they were scared to hide behind the chair. Even the pubic rat himself shrunk his neck. Even more silent, his eyes sparkled and he was scared to cry!

I suppose the owner of Longquan Hills sent such a horrible group of characters against me.

“Mom, pull the fuck out of there! I can't believe I didn't see Grandpa Niu. ”

As he growled, a bottle of wine was thrown out of the corner, and the T-shirt man cautioned: "Out of the way! ”

We hurried away, and the jar fell into eight valves on the ground, and suddenly the nose overflowed, and then a big man came running at us naked with his face full of flesh. His head was two meters tall, and his body was full of bronze muscles, like a meat mountain. What was silent was that he was wearing the kind of cute horn braid that the ancient boy had tied, but I couldn't relate his dignity to 'cute’ at all.

Dahan shook up the mountain, I felt the whole tavern shaking, the glass around him made a loud noise, he shouted: “The guy with the sword, don't hide if you can, I brutally pinched you with one finger. ”

After that, he punched the T-shirt man down, and the T-shirt man slipped away, and the column behind him, which was thicker than my waist, snapped, folded into two pieces like chopsticks. I'm terrified. What kind of weird power is this?

There is no unusual pubic air on the big man, he uses pure power!

The T-shirt man pulled out the eight-sided sword on his back while dodging, stabbed several swords into the body of the barbarian bull. The man also had two moments, and he forced himself to contract his muscles to mitigate his injuries.

He lifted a huge pair of fists and smashed it over the top of the T-shirt man's head, and I shouted, “Hatsumomo, get out of the way! ”

The T-shirt man just laughed and saw the barbarian's fist quickly stopped in the middle of the air, constantly playing pendulum, as if stepping on high voltage electricity. I just remembered that the T-shirt man's eight-sided Han sword blended into the yin spirit of the Japanese warring nation, Tachibana Dao Snow, and possessed the properties of thunder, which he had just struck into the body of a barbarian bull and forcibly paralyzed his limbs.

“Mom, what have you done to me?” The big man's angry way.

“Enough, Bullshit, don't be rude to your guests!” The rat drank.

The barbarian cow's joints suddenly burst, his body has returned to normal, I was surprised, how strong is this person? I can't believe I broke the T-shirt man's lightning seal.

However, this mess had a great side effect on his body. He threw up a lot of blood, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands, threw us a harsh white eye and went back to the corner.

The T-shirt man whispered to me that the barbarian cow was a strange twelve dead shaw, and he wouldn't do any spells, but since he was a child, he should have had the legendary giant's disease. And his method of killing is to take off -- run naked to someone's house and strangle them one by one.

After a frightening insertion, the pussy curled Erlang's leg and asked: "Squeak, do you two agree to play the game? ”

If you say yes, it's like being dragged away with your nose, and if the rat asks us to wrap our wrists with the bull, isn't that what buried these innocent people for?

When we didn't squeak, the pussy suddenly grabbed a phagocytosis and bit it in the mouth, eating it fleshly. The spirits trapped in the phagocytes were also eaten by him, and he continued to praise them as he ate them: "Squeak, the spirits taste delicious! ”

I wonder if it's a delusion, the pubic rat ate a living soul, and the wrinkles on his face seem to be missing a few lines. Watching him mutilate an innocent life, I was in a hurry: "Stop, we promise! ”

The mouse's flesh stained his chin. His green bean eyes stared at us in a shadow, waving at the barbarian cow with a smile: "Barbarian cow, bring the altar! ”

The barbarian bull moved his huge body and held him to two jars. I thought there was something horrible in the jar. When he opened the mud, it was empty.

I don't know. Look at the pussy?

He nudged his mouth to the boss lying on the ground and the boss's mother: “Squeak, this game is simple, you two pick one person, fight the barbarian bull who spends less time in the forum, even if the one with less time wins! ”