The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Poison?" Zheng Quzhi didn't control it, his tone was slightly raised: "Will you die?"

"Ahhh, it's a miasma." Zhuzhu pursed her mouth, pinching her nose urn and whispering: "After breathing for a long time, her whole body will become stiff, chest tightness and coughing, but then can't move, and finally the six orifices bleed and die!"

"So amazing?" Zheng Qu felt cold, suddenly remembering something, and quickly hooked Wei Yan's neck to ask him, his voice was a little urgent: "Did you cough just now?"

"I'm okay." Wei Yan's expression was a little slow.

呲呲呲——

The sound rang again, just around here. Zheng Quzhi's body became stiff, and he quickly lowered his voice again: "He's here..."

"It's foggy, I can't see us clearly." Wei Yan also lowered his voice, feeling the warmth on his back for a while, squinting his eyes and looking around, finally stopped in one direction, and walked there quickly.

Zhuzhu followed for a few steps, remembering something suddenly, glanced in the other direction, hesitated for a few seconds and then walked in the other direction with her short legs.

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I don't know if it is psychological or the miasma is too poisonous. It didn't take long for Zheng Quzhi to feel a little tight in his chest. Wei Yan couldn't help but shook, and whispered, "I seem a little bored."

Wei Yan paused, "boring?"

"Boggy." Zheng Quzhi definitely nodded.

"Come here a little bit." Wei Yan tore his hat apart, turning around to find out to Zheng Qu.

Zheng Quzhi has always valued things related to his own life. Hearing this, he hurriedly moved forward, and his face suddenly enlarged and his lips felt cold.

Zheng Quzhi: "???"

He is going to die, is Wei Yan still in the mood to kiss? Is it possible to kiss him a few more times before he dies? Zheng Quzhi frowned, and as soon as he was about to avoid it, Wei Yan's indisputable voice sounded vaguely.

"do not move."

There is no doubt a little seriousness in the firm tone, Zheng Quzhi was taken aback, and then his jaw was pried open. The temperature on his face suddenly increased, and he couldn't help but pat Wei Yan's face away, "Why are you so serious!"

Wei Yan was silent for a moment, but decided to explain to himself: "My saliva can detoxify."

"You have all learned badly." Zheng Quzhi sighed, "you all learned to lie."

Wei Yan tightened her lips, and walked forward steadily instead of listening to Zheng Qu. Zheng Quzhi was still chattering, he kept chattering, there was such a twitch in the corner of his eyes, he stopped: "If you say more, I will leave you."

"Don't you like me?" Zheng Quzhi couldn't stop the chattering box when he opened: "How to treat me..."

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that Wei Yan had let go of his hand. Zheng Qu knew that his hand was sharp and quickly encircled Wei Yan's neck, and did not forget to lower his voice: "Are you crazy? If my leg is crippled, who will carry you in the future?!"

Wei Yan held him back again, speaking calmly: "If the grievances are brought in, I can't solve them."

So Zheng Quzhi shut up.

Suddenly, Wei Yan stopped suddenly. Zheng Quzhi was about to ask, and fighting sounded in front of him. From time to time, there was a man's gasp.

"Lin Niansi?" Zheng Quzhi was stunned, and then became nervous: "He is being attacked by a corpse?"

Wei Yan tightened his lips, let Zheng Quzhi hold on to him in a low voice, and strode over there. The closer you get, the clearer the fighting sound, and the smell of blood gradually thickens.

Not far away, the resentful corpse was waving a sledgehammer toward Lin Niansi. Fortunately, Lin Niansi's body was still flexible, and after quickly evading, he threw the stone beside his feet severely.

However, it didn't cause much damage to the corpse. Instead, the action started quickly. Seeing that the hammer was about to fall on Lin Niansi, Zheng Qu knew his scalp exploded, but he still resisted without saying a word.

He couldn't protect himself, besides, there was Wei Yan who was now a sickly beauty only to appreciate, and he didn't have the great spirit of giving up to save others.

Wei Yan looked down, suddenly took out the lighter in his pocket, and lit up a blue light with a patter. His lips moved, and a dull and incomprehensible spell floated from his mouth.

Zheng Quzhi, who was lying on Wei Yan's back, was taken aback. Wasn't this the one that Wei Yan asked himself to carry before? what do you say that is? I have forgotten...

On the other side, the corpse's movements stopped, and a fierce murderous intent burst from the gray eyes.

Wei Yanmu grinned, and suddenly spoke to Zheng Quzhi: "Hold on."

Before Zheng Quzhi could react, he just walked up the tree in three or two steps. Zheng Quzhi was still in a daze, and Wei Yan was sitting on a branch. He whispered: "Be careful, don't move."

After speaking, he quickly returned to the ground.

The corpse had already given up Lin Niansi and walked towards him. There were some blood stains on the big hammer, and it was no longer clear which was Zheng Quzhi's blood and which was Lin Niansi's blood.

Wei Yan had a cold face and did not dodge. After thinking about it carefully, the matter of beating his person must not just go away. He usually reluctant to say a few words with Zheng Quzhi. When he woke up, everyone was crippled. It was really... Feeling upset.

Expressionlessly calculating his waking state time in his mind, Wei Yan looked at Lin Niansi, "Open the box and give me my talisman later."

After speaking, he suddenly rushed towards the grieving corpse.

Lin Niansi's eyes widened. They tried to avoid this zombie-like thing, Mr. Wei was so... just?

The corpse was unexpectedly slow, and Wei Yan kicked him viciously before he could react. This foot made the corpse retreat a few steps directly, and several bones fell to the ground.

"It's just a grieving corpse." Wei Yan sneered, and the red light flashed slightly under his eyes: "Can you not stand it after some grievances? It has evolved into such a disgusting thing."

The grieving corpse is the result of a person's grievance condensing after death, and he is stuck around his body, and it has not been discovered for a long time.

It's just that I don't have emotions or thinking ability, I only know the garbage of the attack.

Wei Yan was a little taunted, and made a cut in his palm, and bright red blood poured out, surrounded by black air that was invisible to the naked eye. Wei Yan took the dark yellow paper talisman that Lin Niansi handed tremblingly, and pressed it against the wound.

The dark yellow paper talisman sucked blood and instantly turned black and red, and the corpse seemed to perceive the danger and walked stiffly in one direction.

"Want to escape?" Wei Yanmu grinned and walked towards the corpse unhurriedly: "It's late."

Without rushing to throw the paper talisman over, Wei Yan quietly approached the grieving corpse. The corpse was not too stupid. He probably guessed that he might not be able to escape, so he simply stopped, squeezed the sledge hammer and looked at Wei Yan in a daze.

"This is a murder weapon?" Wei Yan flashed his eyes and put away the paper talisman. "For something like you, using talisman is a waste of my blood."

With that, he rushed to try to grab the sledgehammer.

"Wei Yan, what are you doing!" Zheng Quzhi sat on the branch, wishing to throw his shoes over. Obviously it can be solved with talisman, how can this person do it like that, he has to do it!