Thriller Game: Guest, You Are Really Perverted

"Why is the soul alone in it?"

"Why is my soul missing?"

"Soul, mom also made delicious stewed new meat."

"Why doesn't the soul eat meat?"

"Soul, why aren't you moving?"

"Soul, it tastes good, how about you taste it?"

"Nope! Tomorrow he will go to the grave, and I will leave him to our ancestors!"

"But smelling his human scent, it's so charming."

Listening to this murmur full of desire and greed, Su Ming let out a long sigh.

Through the crack in the door, he looked at the one stuck in the crack of the door, stared at it for a long time, and moved his neck.

"Sure enough... I still can't control my temper.

Consciousness moves.

The pitch-black black image spread from under your feet like lightning, and instantly flowed down the crack of the door to the door.

The black shadow surged forward, and the smiling figure stood up from behind the figure "057" outside the door and gently tapped his shoulder.

"Huh? What the hell are you? No, don't... Ugh!"

Turning his head, he saw a shadow behind him. I saw the middle-aged man like a paper man, making a cry of fear.

With this scream of despair, the world instantly went quiet.

The shadow flowed backwards, and a small crystal of resentment popped out of the shadow.

Reach for the crystal and put it in your pocket.

This is the Grievance Crystal, an important item that can be traded in the ghost town to gain life.

Su Ming turned around, poured the "food" on the table into the stove, and opened the door.

"Let's take the initiative and attack directly."

It was getting dark outside.

Through the dim light, Su Ming saw a dark cloud of ash on the ground.

Su Ming picked up the broom dustpan on the door, swept the embers on the ground into the dustpan, and threw it into the toilet.

"Garbage, you should go where garbage should go."

On the wall, the remaining confetti in the dustpan was slapped off, he said coldly.

"Aunt Lin, are you there?"

At this time, a shout came from outside the door.

Su Ming looked up and found a paper man wrapped in a turban standing at the gate of his yard

Judging from the facial features drawn by the paper man, this paper man should be a woman.

At this time, she was lying in the doorway, constantly looking into the courtyard.

"What are you looking for my mother for?"

He put down the tools in his hand, clapped his hands, and walked out of the toilet calmly.

"Soul, have you seen you Zhou Uncle? He seems to be coming to your house just now. ”

A vivid expression of concern appeared on the paper woman's face.

Week Uncle?

Hearing the words of the paper woman, he thought of the paper man who had just been killed by himself.

If nothing else, this product should have been signed that Sunday.

"I didn't see it. You can look elsewhere. ”

Su Ming waved his hand and said he didn't see it at all.

"It's impossible, he obviously follows the meat, how is it possible? Son, you call your mother out, I'll ask her.

The paper girl did not leave honestly, but stuck to He like a dog skin plaster.

"He fell asleep."

Facing the entanglement of the paper woman, Su Ming's eyes had a cold light.

After killing the paper man named Uncle Zhou, he found that he seemed to be too cautious.

The paper people in this village didn't seem to be as strong as he thought.

With his strength, it is not impossible to kill all these guys.

"Then I'll go in and take a look..."

The paper woman said she was going to walk into the courtyard, but it was a palm surrounded by strong heat radiation that suddenly reached out and grabbed his head.

"You talk nonsense."

Looking at the struggling paper woman who was caught by himself, he looked hideous.

"How many times have I told you he's not here? Why don't you honestly get out?"

The power of the Immortal Grip surged, smoke gradually rose from the place where the paper man and palm touched, and flames lit up from the paper woman's face.

"Actually, I don't like violence. Why do you keep pushing me?"

Suddenly, the palm of his hand hardened, and the power of the immortal grip erupted.

The paper woman's head was directly ignited by the power of the fairy grip and turned into a fireball.

The flames spread.

Very snapshot lit up the paper man's whole body.

In the rising flames.

A pale figure appeared in the darkness.

"Soul kills!"

"Soul killed Sister-in-law Zhou!"

"Killing someone pays for your life!"

"Kill the soul to pay Sister-in-law Zhou!"

Young and old, all dressed in paper clothes, a white paper man with an angry expression on his face pointed at Su Ming in front of the flames.

"Huh."

Looking at these paper people, Su Ming's mind came up with a term, and he was inward.

One by one, these paper men were clamoring for his life.

But no one dared to come up and go head-to-head with him.

It's clear.

These paper men also realize that he is not easy to mess with and can only have sex there.

Crackle!

The burning woman paper man gradually burned to ashes.

A little resentment condensed in the ashes.

Su Ming raised his hand to pick up the crystal and looked up at the paper man around him.0

It looks a little strange.

These paper people, when shouting, just hesitate.

But after seeing the crystallization of resentment, one by one, it seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, and their eyes lit up.

Some of the evil of humanity is manifested in these non-human guys.

"Kill him, blink Sister-in-law's soul fragment!"

"Kill him and avenge Zhou Uncle!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

After discovering that Su Ming has Su Ming's crystal in his hand, the originally timid paper man seems to have been blessed by the courage buff.

They walked forward one by one with mechanically stiff steps.

Resentment poured in.

The paper man's actions provoked a lot of discontent, forming a dark wave that rushed towards Su Ming, who was standing there.

Feel the oncoming coldness and malice.

He suddenly clenched his fists.

"Kill!"

The dark shadow spread from under his feet, his body turned over, and the shadow jumped out of the shadow with a scythe in his hand.

Under the control of Su Ming, the shadow double rushed over to meet the paper man like an arrow off the string.

Next second.

The knife flashes.

The head of the paper man rose to the sky.

In the hands of the shadow double, the power of hating the scythe is even stronger than hating the scarecrow.

Under the blade of this scythe.

These paper people with white grudge-level strength, just like real paper, are easily torn into headless wreckage.

The soul of the slain paper man is hooked and devoured by the abominable scythe.

The body 0.2 turns into rotten paper ashes and constantly collapses.

Because of the urgency of time, the shadow avatar did not kill his souls and create resentment crystals this time, but gave all these souls to the hatred scythe to devour.

As the number of paper people killed increases.

The blade of the scythe of hatred glowed black.

The other side.

Su Ming's movements are not slow either.

Although he doesn't have curse items, his fist contains an immortal grip. With every punch he throws, he can punch a big hole for a paper man to wear.

The edges of the large hole were blackened, glowing with red embers, as if they would burn in the next second.

"Hey!"

In addition to the power of the Immortal Grip, Su Ming's blood also urged the power area of the Ghost Domain.

However, he did not unleash the power of the quotes, but used them for himself.

With the surging heartbeat, the blood releases a powerful life force and the power of quotations, stirring in the muscles.