Rules and Weird Talk: Hutao also wants to hang out with Weirdness

"Uncle Miscellaneous Fish, do you know the master of this hall?"

Bai Chen approached the weird F4 sitting in the upper left corner of the retention room, these four weird and fierce faces were all characters that were not easy to mess with in the Yuanxia Palace.

They sat on the stone slabs, frowning coldly, discussing how to fight the butcher.

After all, they haven't read the rules either, and they don't know the importance of the butcher in the entire Zephyr apartment C building... However, they are also illiterate, and many of the rules come into their minds, only the rules on the slate are an accident.

"Boss, I've figured it out, I've unloaded my left hand, sharpened it into a bone knife, and when the butcher comes, I'll just fucking sliding and chopping this fat thing! When the brothers went up, they covered their eyes, beat them hard, and ran away after the fight! A

little man patted his left arm weirdly, and was about to unload it just after speaking, but was stopped by another weird one.

"Fourth, let's not worry, I recently met the blacksmith in the east of the city, and he said that before the strange arrived, he spent time in the Millelith army in Liyue, and taught me a trick to divide the wild horses! I'll try it later! A

few weird and enthusiastic discussions, while using a few brain cells, how to make up their own three tricks and two ways to work, I didn't hear anyone call them at all.

"These weird... It doesn't seem like a very smart Ako..."

Paimon quietly hid behind Hu Tao, chin resting on his shoulder, looking at the group of weirdos in front of him.

"It's okay Paimon, although these are weird and silly, but the master of this hall has heard a saying since he was a child, called great wisdom and foolishness, maybe they have great wisdom?"

Bai Chen cleared his throat and raised two tones: "Uncle! Do you know the parishioner?

F4 turned his head in unison and looked at Bai Chen with a blank gaze.

"You... Isn't it the dormitory manager of Zephyr Apartment? How is it here?

"Yes, I've seen this little girl too, and her big white legs are tender, no, I remember she's not Mr. Claire's man?"

"Ahem, cough, that's right, the master of this hall is Mr. Claire's person, and I'm here to help everyone go out this time!"

Bai Chen proudly crossed his waist, and snapped his fingers in the air with his right hand, attracting four strange glances.

Then he shook the tassel in his ear and pointed to the sign of the Hall of Death on his head.

"The master of this hall, not only the dormitory manager, but also the hall master of the Hall of the Dead, came to Building C today, is to overdue... Oh no, it's the one who led everyone to escape.

"As long as you listen to the words of the hall master, there will definitely be a trouble!"

The four weird faces looked at each other, and the CPU couldn't react for a while, and they couldn't wait to put their brains together.

Bai Chen flickered again, from the three-year-old handstand endorsement, to the West Wind Church single-handedly picking up the statue of God and nothing happened, bluffing a few weird people for a while.

In the end, the boss who was still tall and strong slapped his shoulder and shouted: "That's okay, Master Hu, the brothers will do it with you today!" Lao Tzu has long seen that pig is not pleasing to the eye!

Bai Chen clenched his hands into fists, his pink eyes became serious at this moment, and he saluted the weird F4 one by one.

"Well, if you listen to the parish master, the parish bishop will sing a song, as long as you finish singing this song, we can defeat the butcher together!"

Although this request is outrageous, these weird things are just stupid, so once they believe it, they rarely have any doubts about these decisions.

These stupid weirdness, in the past, couldn't survive, too easy to trust people, too stubborn to listen to people, definitely not a good thing, just like the poor horse boys in the underworld who sacrificed their lives for the boss's soul chicken soup.

But in the spooky world... Instead, the rules have become a refuge for them to mess around.

Until...... They met the eccentric Hu Tang Master.

"That's okay, Master Hu, you can teach us a few brothers!"

Bai Chen nodded, approached F4, and whispered: "Then I'll teach you secretly first, and when the butcher comes, you will sing loudly." "

Come, sing with the main singer of the parish."

"Da Qiu Qiu is sick, and Erqiu Qiu looks.

Three hills and hills collect medicine, and four hills and hills!

"Whoa!"

"Whoa! Whew! "

It's like a bunch of stupid wolves suddenly came to the detention room, screaming in the corner.

Paimon was also on the side, and after teaching for a long time, the group of weirdos learned the hill ballad.

Next, just wait for the butcher.

It didn't take long for the hour's hour to arrive, and the butcher's fat body squeezed in again, and the sound of heavy footsteps made all the strange heartbeats of the indwelling room almost dominate, and they trembled and trembled.

When the butcher approached the door of the detention room, looking for the next target with his bloated eyes, Bai Chen got up, and his brown hair flowed in the air to make a crescent moon.

Seeing the girl in front of her get up, several weirdos also got up and began to sing the ballad of hilichurl under Paimon's command.

"Big tweet ice two tweet bridge!"

"Three tweets, four tweets!"

"Woohoo woo woo!"

Although it can't be said that the five tones are incomplete, it can also be said to be a stench for 10,000 years. But the singing really worked.

The butcher suddenly stopped where he was, no longer moving. The butcher's knife slammed to the ground.

Seeing this, the other weird people slapped their heads and shouted: ", it's really useful?" Let's sing it too! "

The team of Qiu Qiu Yu has grown a lot at once, only Bai Chen and Paimon have not opened their mouths to sing...

The only thing that is certain is that the butcher did react.

His skin was getting redder and redder, and his blood was flowing faster and faster, like an angry bull, already stomping his hooves on the ground, ready to crash into the crowd with the fury that was about to tear the earth apart.

But the butcher's gaze changed, he was no longer fierce, and he was no longer serious. His gaze just swept gently over the singing weirdos.

Then he spoke. He fell to his knees almost pleadingly.

"Stop singing! Don't sing it!

"Damn, don't sing! Don't..."

"Woooooooooo

His huge body fell to the ground, like a child, crying and rolling on the ground.

Seeing this, some of them continued to sing the hilichurl ballad, and the other part tried to find a way to unlock the door.

But after only a few seconds, the butcher suddenly coughed, straightened up at a strange angle, slashed the iron railing, and called out with excitement and joy with his hands open.

This posture is like the famous statue of Jesus in the football country.

"Oh! Freely! Freedom, sons of men! Be free! "

Whoa, whoa... Late-flying chicks, fly..."

After saying two sentences, a bloody mouth two people long and one wide opened on his fat belly, and with the gushing blood, crawled out of countless severed limbs.

Some are hands, some are feet. Some even have just one ear and one finger.

They were cut off, but they had an independent consciousness, like a swarm of flies, rushing towards the weird side. It's as if looking for your own master and gaining true freedom.

However, for Weird and Hu Tao, these waves of severed limbs are like a pack of mad dogs guarding the door, waiting to tear off a piece of meat.