A Stick of Hua Zi, I Will Not Be Invaded by Ghosts

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There was a mess of footsteps.

Niu Da looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw a village where there was no one before, and dozens of figures were pouring out at this time.

They bounce around.

It seems that some ceremony is being held.

The pace is unified.

When they act, it seems that the same person controls their bodies.

There seems to be no difference.

Every time you jump a certain distance.

They freeze their bodies and cast their eyes on Niu Da.

Just staring at him blankly.

Fortunately, the speed of action is not fast.

Niu Da still has time to escape.

Thoughts are not as fast as body response.

When thinking of running away, the body moved first.

Turning his head, Niu Da ran down the mountain.

"It's weird."

"It's not like this in previous games. Isn't that every time something like that appears is thrilling."

Recalling the past game experience.

The scene of being chased by evil spirits.

Niu Da felt the difference this time.

It's like a seed plunged into the soil.

While spreading fear, slowly cannibalize people's hearts.

I do not know how long it has been.

He was horrified to find out.

I can't escape anyway.

Seems to be fixed on the mountainside, and can only watch the group of "people" slowly jumping towards him.

Big compared to cattle.

The middle-aged woman named Qin Surong seemed very calm.

She was pale at this moment.

But his eyes are full of longing for beauty.

Although he has no strength, even young people can't match it.

But Qin Surong had no complaints or regrets.

Not even the slightest comprehension.

She hung down her somewhat sore legs.

Looking at the figure jumping in the distance.

He seemed to recall the appearance of his former son running towards him.

It's like when I was out of school when I was a child.

I will always be the first to rush out of the school gate and come to my side.

Shouting what to eat tonight.

What toys do you want on the road.

Even if you don’t buy it, it’s hard to beat..

Now it seems

They all look so beautiful.

As the son grows up, the contact between mother and child is getting less and less.

No longer have to wake up my son every day.

No longer have to urge to eat every day.

My heart also became empty, only the phone call that said "I'm fine" during the New Year.

It seems that this is the most correct way of communication between mother and child.

Even so.

In the future, you may never see it again.

Remember it.

Son, it really seems to be everything to her.

As a mother, she can't protect Huang Mao for life.

But even for a while, it's enough.

at this time.

There is also Wang Hua in the middle of the mountain.

Similarly, he also saw the group of figures in the distance.

Different from others.

Wang Hua's left pupil shone with golden light.

The right pupil became even more red and blue because of the bloodline.

Visible.

The faces of the group of "people" were clearly reflected in the eyes.

Saying "people" is actually more like a group of foxes.

in other words.

They have the head of a fox and the body of a human.

Every time you jump a few steps, you will clap your hands.

At the same time, he stopped his body and looked at Wang Hua tightly.

Watched by 20 eyes.

377 Anyone will be flustered in this weird situation.

But Wang Hua didn't care very much.

Even thinking about how to deal with them.

However, this scene is in the eyes of the audience.

That is another meaning entirely.

In the live broadcast room at this time, all kinds of barrage flew randomly.

The audience seemed very anxious, and even made many typos.

"No! What's the matter with them? Why are they standing still? That group of foxes? Aren't they right beside them? They are still hitting the clock!

"Did you fall into a hallucination? It always feels a little weird.

"Do you think it was Huashen who wanted to routine them? So deliberately accompany them in acting? Why do I always have this illusion?"

"Upstairs, you're so awesome, Hua Blind, you found out a little bit!".

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