Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

Lisuo cleaned up, and the rabbit girl smiled politely: "Sir, there is no blood, is there anything else you are not satisfied with?"

Ye Gucheng shook his head in a daze.

I watched the bunny girl swaying away.

My mind is full of "slippery... Slurry" sound.

What kind of devilish operation is this?Turning

his head and shaking his head at Hongyi.

This is not to blame Lao Tzu, who knew that this waiter was so hanging, and he didn't play cards according to the routine at all.

"There's no way, what should I do? Why don't we just do it?" Ye Gucheng gritted his teeth fiercely and said solemnly.

"Amitabha, it's still a poor monk!" Hongyi got up and patted a fat man in the booth next to him.

At this time, the fat man was bragging in all directions, and he didn't feel that someone was patting him:

"Look at how chic my brother is, what's so good about being a person? The monthly mortgage and car loan can't raise his head at all, you see brother now, cash out all the credit cards and Huabei in advance, borrow a circle of money from friends, buy a bunch of dark coins, and burn them all for me." Own a bottle of dichlorvos.

No, brother won't become a proper rich second generation now

!" Hongyi:

"..."This is really a good way!

"Smack..."

The hand slapped the fat man's head again with a little force.

"Who? don't want to—" The fat man turned his face angrily.

Who is so blind to not see that my brother is at the critical moment of pretending?

Just turned around for a moment, the fat man's pupils suddenly constricted.

"Bang!" a

silver plate whirled and exhaled in his face.

The fat man wailed and covered his face and fell.

Then a carp struck...

He lay down again.

Climbing up on the sofa with difficulty, he wanted to see which one of the non-long-eyed people in the 736 morgue dared to provoke the fat man.

The head just sticks out of the back of the couch....

"the groove... Hmm!" A

thick fruit plate column was inserted straight into his mouth, and he lay down again in an instant

! "What about Lao Tzu's brother?" The fat man angrily pulled out the pillar and shouted fiercely: "Which turtle grandson dares to give the master a deep throat! Brothers..."

After waiting for a while, I didn't see anyone come to help me, and when I turned my head to look, I saw that my brothers were all retreating several meters in horror.

The fat man slowly turned his face, and saw a little monk in a golden robe sitting on the back of the sofa with a smile, holding a silver revolver shining with cold light in his hand.

I have a gun!

"Uncle..." The fat man just wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy directly, but as soon as the words came out, he suddenly remembered that he was a ghost now, and he was afraid of a hairy gun!

Slowly, I looked at the friends behind me who usually call me brothers, sure enough, there are friends with wine and meat everywhere, there must be dinner every call, the mobile phone must be dropped, the wife will be miscarried, and the father-in-law will be hospitalized.

Take a look....

How true

!" Little monk, the fat man doesn't talk nonsense with you, you can inquire, the fat man is an old customer of the 736 morgue, and he was brought to the crematorium here in the first place, who doesn't know the fat man!" The fat man puffed out his chest and said proudly.

Hongyi: "..."

This is where your dream begins?"

Amitabha, donor... The poor monk is going to trouble you with something!"

Coolly spun a throwing gun, loaded the bullet, and aimed it at one of the fat man's calves.

"Bang!"

"Cry to the poor monk..."The

fat man looked at the little monk in front of him in a daze, and then slowly looked down at his calves that had been broken into pieces, and couldn't believe that this was true.

If you don't agree with each other, you will shoot

? What if you say that a good gun can't hit a ghost

? Don't you all say on TV that monks believe in Buddhism?

Don't you kill and don't hurt people?"

Someone, someone's wounding a ghost with a gun..."The fat man sat on the ground and wailed.

The ghosts in the booths next to them all looked at it with interest, but no one stood up.

I waited for a long time...

I still didn't see the man in charge coming.

Don't you even have a security guard?Hongyi couldn't

help frowning, jumped off the sofa, and came to the fat man's side.

"Woo... Who's going to help..."Seeing Hongyi come to him, his crying stopped abruptly.

"Then I cried... Speak louder!"

The fat man was a little stunned for a while.

Shouldn't you be quieter?

Hongyi slowly pressed the revolver against the fat man's temple and gave him an encouraging look: "Amitabha, cry... Cry out loud... "

Fat man:"..."Σ(°△°)_

He couldn't help but glance back at the two huge speakers on the stage, and his Adam's apple stirred.

The

ghosts on the dance floor were jumping happily, and the skeleton DJ on the stage was also dragging the small steps of the wind burning, and the white bone fingers in their hands kept swishing on the plate.

Suddenly,

an astonishing wail rang out from the booth.

The sound unexpectedly overshadowed the dynamic music.

"Hey... Forehead of the legs... Yes...... You...... Walk...... Target...... Good...... Suddenly..."

The voice was subdued, one after another.

The skeleton on the stage had to turn off the stereo, and suddenly the whole morgue was filled with terrible wails.

"Oops... You walked so miserably, you said that you would go to the ends of the earth together, how could you bear to leave the fat man behind me... Oh my legs... I didn't take care of you... Fatty, I don't want to go..."

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

All the ghosts couldn't help but think of it.

When the crematorium was parted, it wasn't the same tone, but maybe those aunts were more professional and their expressions were more vivid.

"Alright... Don't cry!" Hongyi said coldly.

The fat man immediately stopped wailing.

Finally, I didn't have to howl anymore, and my throat was dry.

At this time, because the music stopped, a few fierce zombies hurried over from the gambling hall.

"Who dares to make trouble in the morgue?" yelled a zombie with black-rimmed glasses as he entered.

The ghosts in the center of the ballroom seemed to know the zombie and moved out of the way.

The spectacled zombie took a majestic step, although a pair of leather shoes had already arrived, it still did not affect his domineering appearance.

Take a few steps to the booth position.

I saw a fat man sitting on the ground with a broken calf, and he turned out to be an old acquaintance.

"Huang Fatty!Are you tired of being alive? Dare to make trouble in the place of the ghost king in the morgue?

Come on, pull him to the frying oil pan, and make a hundred ghost willows!" The glasses zombie waved his hand, and suddenly several zombie doctors dragged the yellow fat man and began to walk out.

The fat man seemed to be very afraid of this zombie, and roared with a crying voice: "Dean Li, it's not me... How dare I make trouble, it's that person... It's him!"

the zombie named Dean Li looked at the yellow fat man's finger.

I saw a person standing up slowly on the sofa in the shadow of the corner.