I Played The Horror Invasion Game Into A Warm Daily Life

Tang Qianyue held an old radio in both hands, with a weird smile at the corner of his mouth.

Just like that, he walked towards the chains formed by the combination of golden strange scriptures that were slowly swimming.

At this time.

That Zuo Xiaonan, who was chained by scripture and tied in midair.

also saw Tang Qianyue's actions.

Suddenly, she hurriedly shouted:

"Bad sister, what are you doing?"

"Don't hurry up and dodge these scriptural chains."

"They're very weird, as if they're not in the same time and space as us.

"We can't attack these things, but they can do us harm!"

Tang Qianyue's words just now, Zuo Xiao had already heard it.

Although Zuo Xiaonan was also very angry about what Tang Qianyue said.

What is called I can only be bullied by you...

Zuo Xiaonan couldn't wait to let the pumpkin, on this Tang Qianyue's body, bite a few bites fiercely.

But.

Zuo Xiaonan's heart was still a little moved.

After all, the reason why Tang Qianyue was so angry.

It's also for her.

Tang Qianyue ignored Zuo Xiaonan, and his steps did not stop.

In the eyes of the old monk, 05's golden light became more and more brilliant:

"Donor, you're right!"

"Take the initiative to throw yourself into the arms of my Buddha and you will never feel the slightest pain again. ......... Come on..."

The old monk opened his hands together.

Beckoned towards Tang Qianyue.

Suddenly......

Brush........

The chain of scripture that was swimming slowly seemed to come to life.

Under the control of this old monk, the speed suddenly increased.

From all directions, towards Tang Qianyue's body, he rushed towards it.

"Into the arms of your Buddha?"

"But you! I'd better send you to see you Buddha!"

Tang Qianyue raised her head, and the smile at the corner of her mouth became more and more weird.

Even at the corners of her eyes, there was strange black blood.

Her hands, I don't know when.

It's already pressed on the buttons of the old radio.

Suddenly....

A strange and incomparable aura appeared in this room.

Under the shrouded and influenced by this gloomy and cold aura.

Those scripture chains that originally accelerated towards Tang Qianyue.

It was actually a slight pause, as if it was affected.

Meanwhile.

From the old radio held by Tang Qianyue in his hand.

There was a voice that was as indistinguishable as the old monk.

"My name is Fei Cai, the number of the law is not greedy master, when you hear this, I am already dead!"

This eerie sound.

In this room, it reverberated for a long time.

When the old monk heard this strange sound.

His complexion suddenly changed suddenly.

Immediately, the golden light in his eyes.......

In an instant, it dimmed down.

Even the robe that he had snatched back.

At this time, under the violent trembling, it was slowly shattered, and it became a slag and fell to the ground.

"I'm dead?"

"Yes, I'm dead!"

"I don't exist in this world! I'm indeed dead!"

"I was killed! Now I'm just a summer of dry bones. "

"I am just a cursed dry bone, manipulated, here for eternity every day knocking on the bath and chanting scriptures!"

"Dry bones, dry bones..."

From the old monk's mouth, one after another evil and deep voices came out.

His voice became deeper and deeper, and he became older and older.

And with these voices continue to come out.

This old monk's body was actually aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just a few seconds.

In this old monk's body, it is as if decades have passed.

His body became old and decaying.

The waist was bent.

His hair turned pale.

Moreover, the strange changes that happened to him continued.

Soon, the skin on the old monk's body began to peel off layer by layer.

Then the flesh and blood began to rot .......

Piece by piece, it fell from his body to the ground.

By the end.

The old monk clasped his hands together and slowly knelt on the futon.

The flesh and blood of his entire face had all decayed and fallen to the ground.

With difficulty, he opened his flesh-free mouth.

The mouth opened and closed, making a sound like the friction of sand:

"White bone, I'm just white bone!"

"I have been dead for many years, driven by someone to survive as a white bone!"

"I shouldn't have existed in this world."

After speaking.

The last piece of flesh and blood on the old monk's body also fell from his body.

In such a short period of tens of seconds.

This originally peaceful, compassionate, radiant old monk.

It became a white bone.

The white bone sat on the futon, and his hands were still in a closed motion.

It was as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.

In this room, there is no so-called old monk at all.

Some are just a body that died before I don't know how many years ago.

After a long period of erosion, the white bones that have already fallen off the flesh and blood!

This old monk, after incarnating into a white bone.

Inside this room, on the ground, on the walls.......

The golden light that was originally shrouded in all places dissipated. 070

Even those weird scriptural chains slowly receded.

Eventually disappeared.

Without the chains of these verses.

Zuo Xiaonan also escaped, and the raven fell to the ground.

She looked at the white bone sitting cross-knee on the futon, keeping her hands together.

In his eyes, with surprise and disbelief:

"What are you kidding? And that's going to work out?"

"How do I feel like I'm dreaming?"

Zuo Xiaonan was really puzzled and puzzled.

This old monk, the previous means, was so domineering and terrifying.

As a result, now, he was actually killed by a voice coming out of the radio in Tang Qianyue's hand?

It looks funny, just like a fake.

Moreover, the radio in Tang Qianyue's hand.

Zuo Xiaonan was not without contact before.

That radio is really weird.

There is some kind of strong curse and polluting power.

Ability to invade and affect the consciousness of living beings, etc.

However, even she was able to resist the onslaught of the power of this radio.

This even more eccentric and terrifying old monk, there is no reason why he was so simple and killed?

Unless, this old monk herself, and her, have some completely different difference!

Don't talk about Zuo Xiaonan.

Even Tang Qianyue was a little confused at this time.