Ghost puzzle: send me a ghost every day

The moment he heard Bai Ye speak, Luo Tian seemed to see the hope of survival, after all, everything in the world is for the good.

As long as the man in front of him can't refuse, don't be afraid that he won't be moved, and then find the field later.

"Your Excellency Qingshan, as long as you open your mouth, money, power, status, as long as my Luo family can do the same, even the resources of the entire family can be yours, as long as you let me go.

A trace of resentment flashed in Luo Tian's eyes, and he quickly controlled his facial expression, nodded and said with a smile.

"Gee!"

"It's really heartwarming." Bai

Ye shook his wrist, which was still a little sore, pulled out the ghost-headed big knife inserted on the side, stood up and walked towards Luo Tian.

"No, Your Excellency, please let me go.

"I am willing to submit to Your Excellency, and only ask Your Excellency to give me a way to live." Looking

at Bai Ye's figure getting closer and closer, Luo Tian crawled backwards while frantically begging for mercy.

"The road is taken by oneself, not asked. Bai Ye said lightly, without the slightest pause in the footsteps below him.

Listening to Bai Ye's words, seeing that Bai Ye did not let him go, Luo Tian's eyes showed a trace of despair.

Using ghost power to continuously stimulate the powerful ghost puzzle on the body, the body suddenly exuded an extremely unstable aura, shouting hysterically.

"Don't force me, if I run away with my ghosts, you won't be fine." I

saw Luo Tian shouting at Bai Ye, just when he was about to say something more.

"Poof!" Before

Luo Tian's words were finished, the white night ghost's heart instantly beat, and his figure seemed to span space, and instantly came behind Luo Tian, and the big knife in his hand rose and fell.

I only saw a bloody head rising into the sky, and the eyes on the head were very familiar to the headless corpse that fell to the ground.

"I just died, is that my corpse?" The

remaining thoughts only had time to flash through Luo Tian's mind, and the strength of impermanence could still maintain his consciousness in his mind for a moment.

At this time, a vine came out of nowhere and directly pierced Luo Tian's head.

"Poof!" sounded

with a crisp sound like a watermelon bursting.

"Die and die, just look at it!"

The

fat man huffed and ran over, and the living treasure-like voice sounded one by one, and by the way, he controlled the vine to wipe it on the ground twice.

Bai Ye looked at the fat man's inviting look and smiled undeniably.

Picking up the five turquoise fingers that appeared next to Luo Tian's body, there was also a pale white jade ring next to it.

"Huh?" When

he picked up the five turquoise fingers, it caused a slight vibration in the ghost muscles in his body.

"Forget it, go back and talk about it. Thinking

of this, he put the ghost finger and jade ring into the ghost domain first, and turned his head to look at the big scythe that was taking care of the Great Elder and his father.

"Fat man, go see how they are?"

"Huh!" As

soon as the words fell, he watched the fat man's huge figure rush out, quickly ran to Father Chen, squeezed the big sickle, and looked at the state of Father Chen and the Great Elder.

"That... Uncle Fat, my dad and the Great Elder still can't be saved. I only heard the big scythe that was squeezed away, and asked the fat man in a low voice with red eyes.

The fat man's face suddenly sank, shook his head solemnly, looked at the sad face of the big sickle that kept trembling, and suddenly smiled as bright as a chrysanthemum.

"Of course... Can be saved!"

he said, pulling out bottle after bottle of colorful potion from the large and small pocket on the inside of his body.

"It's not.

"Nor is that.

"Where the hell is that?" Listening

to Uncle Fat's answer, the corner of the scythe's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to chop the uncle he called Fat in front of him.

I saw a huge figure on the ground constantly taking out bottles of potions from his pockets as many as a treasure bag and placing them on the ground.

The big scythe could only press the anxiety in his heart, and looked at the fat man on the side with a look of expectation, hoping that the fat uncle could see the potion that could save his father from it.

"Haha, I found it, I have long wanted to try this.

"Come, good nephew, break your father's mouth." "

I saw the fat man holding a tawny potion with a (use sparingly-trial) label on it.

Saying that he pulled out the wooden plug on the potion, an indescribable stench suddenly filled the air, wrapped his nose with two vines, and excitedly directed the big sickle.

"Boom. Ben

was listening to the fat man's call, broke open the scythe of his father's mouth, smelled the stench in the air that was enough to make ordinary people faint, and slammed his father's mouth on the ground.

"Can Uncle Fat really drink this thing?" The

big sickle covered his nose with one hand, and the other hand desperately grabbed the fat man's hand that was about to pour the potion down, looked at the potion in the fat man's hand in horror, and asked in disbelief.

I saw the fat man slap away the hand of the big sickle, squat down and break Father Chen's mouth, and couldn't help but laugh lewdly.

"What do you kid know, fat master, this is a good thing.

"It's not an ordinary person, fat master, I don't give it yet."

"Come, Brother Chen An, junior doesn't understand things, you stewed it in one mouthful, so that you can wake up, hehe." Saying

that, he poured half of the potion into Father Chen's mouth, and then locked Father Chen's mouth with a vine.

"Uncle Fat, are you again?"

the big scythe looked worriedly at his father lying on the

ground.

Wait a minute, just wait a minute. The

fat man sat aside, beckoning the big scythe to sit down as well, quietly waiting for the potion to take effect, and seemed to have full confidence in the potion in his hand.

"Woo! Woo

!" Suddenly

, Father Chen's eyes exploded, his hands pinched the dirt on the ground, and a whimpering sound kept coming from his mouth.

"Look, isn't this just awake, go quickly, wait for the potion to take effect." I

saw the fat man grabbing the scythe next to him with a confused look on his face with an excited face, and quickly retreated backwards.

As the fat man retreated, the vine on Father Chen's mouth quickly burrowed into the ground.

As soon as the vine on his mouth disappeared, the medicine that was originally poured into Father Chen's mouth sprayed out violently, and I saw Father Chen bounce up from the ground violently, as if he knew that it was the fat man's doing, and the red eyes saw that the fat man just wanted to rush over, and couldn't help but lie on the ground again and gagged.

"Gag

~" "

Fat you ~ vomit!"

At this time, Bai Ye slowly walked over, seemed to smell something, and with a pause in his steps, the ghost skin on his body flashed a ray of brilliance, blocking the smell.

Seeing Father Chen, who was lying on the ground in the distance and constantly picking something in his mouth, he glanced at the big scythe that wanted to talk and stopped talking and the fat man who was stealing pleasure on the side.

"Uncle Aoyama... The

big scythe that had just opened his mouth was interrupted by the fat man, and I saw the fat man saying with a playful smile.

"It's nothing, your father is fine, this is not alive, you see that you just got up and jumped up." Looking

at Bai Ye's eyes looking at him, the fat man shrunk his head, picked up the potion that was still half a bottle left, and explained ruefully.

"This is not a jack-of-all-trades research, a potion used to stimulate the vitality of the body in an emergency to achieve a therapeutic effect, this root is the initial trial version, the jack-of-all-trades guy doesn't care about the taste, this first one is too smelly I am useless, and I have been putting it all after all the money is reluctant to throw it."

Bai Ye listened to the fat man's words, frowned and looked at the potion that was still bubbling with yellow-brown bubbles, thinking that the medicine he had given himself by the fat man in the thick fog before seemed to have no strange smell, and he was slightly puzzled.

"What about now?" I

saw the fat man scratching his head, glanced at the scythe embarrassedly, and took out an orange-yellow potion from his pocket.

"Since you came, the potion has been improved in taste, and now this one is the latest, and it has been adjusted to an orange flavor by a jack of all trades. "