Chapter 197: Issuing a card

Yin Hui smiled faintly, not going to continue to explain, but just looked at Huang Helou with a disappointed look on his face and sat back on the sofa next to him: "Huang Helou, haven't you found a wired phone?"

Huang Helou's head was shaking like a rattle.

"Don't waste time. The boat will naturally move straight when it reaches the bridge. We should save our energy. Maybe we will encounter any danger later and at least we will have the capital to save our lives." Yin Hui has always been optimistic, and now it is no exception, especially in front of women who need protection.

Huang Helou sat down with a decadent look on his face and cursed: "Damn, if I had known, I would have brought a few more boxes of cigarettes to smoke, otherwise I wouldn't have been so uncomfortable."

Listening to the two of them complained, Conan Doyle felt more and more strange: "What the hell is going on? How did I find something wrong with it? Why can't I understand the conversation between you two?"

Yin Hui smiled faintly: "Don't worry, with us here, I guarantee that no one will hurt you." Perhaps it was because he was too nervous or because he was overworked, he was too lazy to answer Conan Doyle's question, but he just kept persuading her.

Although she didn't understand why Yin Hui said this, the sentence itself still moved her. She nodded, stopped asking more questions, just focused her mind, gritted her teeth and stood down from the bed, slowly walked to Yin Hui, looking at the door, guarding against any danger.

This is a must-know ability to save lives as a group member. No matter how dangerous it is, the group members must gather together, so that the chance of survival is even greater.

Sure enough, when the two of them got closer, they heard the sound of slapping and slapping in the aisle, just like the sound of a piece of fat falling on the chopping board.

"What sound?" Huang Helou's sensitive nerves were stimulated, and he jumped up from the sofa and looked at the door.

The door was open and they never closed after they came in.

"Huanghe Tower, go and close the door." Yin Hui said in a faint voice. He didn't want to make a fuss because he scared Conan Doyle, so he smiled faintly.

"Yeah." Huang Helou also understood what Yin Hui meant, walked to the door with a calm expression, and closed the door with a slam.

"Yin Hun, what's that sound?" Conan Doyle, who was also a little nervous by their strange words, also asked.

"It's nothing, maybe other patients passed by here." Yin Hui replied very naturally, as if this was his idea.

However, he was not idle either, but bit his fingers, took out a few spells from his arms, and scratched them a few times on the spell, cast a blood spell, and finally put them on the door.

He turned around and smiled at Conan Doyle: "It's just a habit."

Paji, paji.

The sound of fat falling on the chopping board continued to come, as if a person's footsteps were rhythmic and getting closer. Huang Helou's expression became more and more nervous, holding a scalpel found from somewhere in his hand, staring at the door vigilantly.

Yin Hui calmly took out talismans in his arms, held them in his hands, and cast various formations on them.

Seeing the strange behavior of the two, Conan Doyle subconsciously felt the coming of danger. He fumbled on the decorations on his hair with his right hand, and finally escaped a hairpin and aimed at the door.

Yin Hui burst out laughing: "Conan Doyle, aren't you scared, are you threatening the enemy with a hairpin?"

"I'm not a spawn card." Conan Doyle squeezed out a smile: "Look at the front of this." As he said that, Conan Doyle signaled the front of the spawn card to Yin Hui.

Yin Hun narrowed his eyes and looked at the front of the hairpin. He really saw a row of fine pinholes hiding shiny silver needles.

"High technology." Yin Hui sighed.

"These arrays are all highly poisonous. If they are pierced into human flesh, they can corrode four or five inches of the human skin in three minutes. The power it exerts even more powerful than guns." Conan Doyle explained to him in detail, and Yin Hun was stunned and temporarily forgot about his fear.

Pajijijijijijijijiji.

The sound was so close that the two of them hurriedly withdrew their thoughts, listened carefully for a while, and found that the footsteps had stopped at the door.

Papa, papa!

After the footsteps stopped, they were replaced by a rush knock on the door.

Yin Hui was stunned for a moment. It is logical that ghosts dare not touch the door with the talisman, but why did this guy dare to contact?

Isn't the other party a ghost?

Slap.

The knock on the door interrupted Yin Hui's thoughts again.

"Open the door, open the door quickly." The hoarse voice was turbid and unclear, as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was blocked in his throat. But even though the sound was so deformed, he could still hear the owner of the sound. It was no one else, but the attending doctor.

"No, how could that guy's voice appear in such a place?" Yin Hui was stunned for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more he became, the more wrong it was: "My itch curse will definitely not fail, but why did this guy run out instead by the talisman?"

Huang Helou also looked at Yin Hui with reproach and said sarcastically: "Hey, boss, didn't you say that even if you destroy the talisman, the spell will not be invalid."

Yin Hui nodded, not caring about arguing with Huang Helou at all, but just staring at the door, wanting to see what was going on and how he escaped the torture of the itchy curse.

Bang bang bang bang bang, the knocking sound became more and more intense and louder. The door seemed to be unable to withstand this powerful knock and began to stagger.

It was probably that the other party also noticed that the door was finally opened by him, and the knocking was even harder.

"Haha, open the door for me, open the door for me. You give me my life back, give me my life back." A miserable and sad voice echoed in the room, and Conan Doyle's mind was full of confusion: "How can there be ghosts in the hospital? And Yin Hui, aren't you a professional ghost catching master? Why are you so afraid of ghosts?"

"This is not a ghost." Yin Hui frowned and explained to Conan Doyle: "Stop talking about these things, it's important to deal with that guy who is neither human nor ghost." After that, his eyes continued to stare at the door that could be pushed open at any time with a sharp shaking.

Bang.

The other party actually kicked the door open, and a louder sound came, which was the violent sound of the door falling to the ground.

Behind the door, a strange scene scared Conan Doyle, who had retreated several steps in succession, did not stand firmly, and staggered and fell to the ground.

"Don't... be afraid!" Even Yin Hui took a breath, his voice trembled a little. He swallowed and said, "This... is just a corpse, I can deal with him alone."

The Huanghe Tower, which had been standing in front of Yin Hun, slowly retreated at this time. Yin Hun found that his face had been as scared as dust: "Since you can deal with it alone, I will avoid it first."

Looking at Huang Helou's honest and honest face, he said such betrayal words from his friend, Yin Hui was so angry that he even wanted to slap him twice. But the words had been released, wouldn't it make me feel embarrassed if I took them back? I didn't continue to entangle with him at the moment. I just took a breath and plucked up the courage. The talisman in my hand Wufeng automatically added power to him.

What did they see?

A ball of bloody and bloody things appeared in human form. The red carrion was hanging sticky on the white bones. The heart and lungs were still beating. Blood in some places was broken, and blood splashed out from it like a tap water pipe. Along the way, the ground was covered with blood.

The blood-filled teeth were exposed outside, without lips, and the eyes were like a bowling ball, flipping up and down, and the eyelids had disappeared. Only the layer of rotten flesh on the face was still maintaining facial features. On the arms, thighs, and the chest cavity, the red muscles were actually agitated because of his movement. He never thought that the muscles away from the human body were so coordinated.

"Hehe, I'll give my life back, I'll give my life back." The corpse moved up step by step, muttering in his mouth. Every word would have a large mouthful of blood splattered out of his mouth. No wonder he was so vague.

"Give you back the ass." Yin Hui scolded the other party in anger to increase his power. "Damn it, you can think of it. Pull out your skin so that you won't be tortured by itchy curse, right?"

"What? Itchy curse? Pull off a layer of skin?" Conan Doyle, who had been pulled aside by Huanghelou, looked at the other party in confusion: "What does it mean? Why can't I understand?"

Huang Helou explained to her a little disgustedly: "This guy was tickled by Yin Hui, and his whole body was extremely itchy. In order to get rid of this itchy feeling, he pulled out his skin and became what he is now."

After listening to Huanghelou's speech, Conan Doyle was so surprised that he could stuff an egg into his mouth.

"I'll give my life back, I'll give my life back." The guy walked up with a miserable voice, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground with every step, and his facial features were violently shaken due to the shaking of his body, and he could fall from the surroundings of that layer of minced meat at any time.

"Conan Doyle, what about your hairpin? This is just a corpse man. He was peeled off and his attack power was exploited a lot. Your hairpin is enough to knock this guy to the ground."

Yin Hui also felt that his opponent's body was dirty and he couldn't bear to start.

Conan Doyle hurriedly held the hairpin in his hand and pressed the switch without hesitation.

Wow, swow, and as soon as the switch was pressed, dozens of meteors shot out of the small hairpin, rubbing against the air, and ten sparks were stirred up.

All ten sparks penetrated into the body of the corpse, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, as if ten bullets were drilling into the body of the enemy. The corpse quickly retreated dozens of steps and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

Yin Hui saw that dozens of wounds actually splashed out strong blood, flashing and jumping in the air, like a small fountain. The heart became deflated due to insufficient blood supply, and the beating force was already very weak, as if it might stop beating at any time.

Sizzling, the sound of blood splashing in the air, thrusting into Yin Hun's ears, and it sounded so familiar. This was the only victory after one after another, and he enjoyed this feeling very much.

But before he felt comfortable for a long time, the other party stood up again. Some of his liver was wet with blood and actually slipped out of the flesh. As he took the first step, it fell down due to violent trembling, and a snap.

"Damn it, I'm not dead if I'm like this, I'm so ugly and have the face to live." Yin Hui waved the talisman in his hand quickly, hoping to set up the next barrier before he arrived. This man was too decayed, and continuing to fight with him would only make him feel disgusted.

With a crisp sound, one of the lungs broke from the organ because they were no longer known as tissue and flesh, and then fell to the ground and fell into pieces. The blood sucked in also splashed out from it, as if a warm water bag fell to the ground, and then water flowed out from it.

But he still walked up without stopping. Because his feet were rubbing against the ground for a long time, the thin layer of skin had long been worn off, leaving only the white bones inside, so dazzling that every step he took would make a rustling sound.

"Yellow Crane Tower, carrying Ouyang Xue." Yin Hui also took a step back, but unexpectedly he touched Ouyang Xue in a coma all of a sudden, and then realized that Ouyang Xue could not retreat.

He shouted anxiously to the back, but Huang Crane Tower and Conan Doyle had already retreated far.

roar.

The corpse man seemed to understand something, but he rushed up crazily, killing one enough money, killing two more and making money.

But Yin Hui would not allow the corpse to hurt Ouyang Xue. He did everything in one go, and he didn't care about being disgusted. He held Ouyang Xue on his shoulder, and at the same time drew a talisman in the void, preparing to resist the opponent's attack so as to put Ouyang Xue in a safe place.

But before she could resist Ouyang Xue on her shoulder, the corpse actually broke one of its legs because it was too violent. The crackling sound of the bone breaking was very harsh. His body suddenly fell to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere, like a broken watermelon juice. But he was still not dead, still roaring, climbing up step by step. Realizing that the other party was finally no longer threatening their lives, he took a long breath, drew a talisman in the void, and attacked without restraint.

Bang.

The talisman hit the body, directly breaking his spine. All the organs in the chest were shattered, and the remaining little blood splashed out from his back, and even the ceiling was covered by blood.

Cough cough, cough cough.

The corpse man, who still has strong vitality, has not died completely. Every time he coughs, he will spew a large mouthful of blood. I don’t know where he got so much blood.

The muscles on the arm fell off the bone because they used too much force just now, drooping and rubbing against the ground, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.

"Huh!" Ouyang Xue took a deep breath and woke up at the right time. She looked at Yin Hui who was holding her in her arms with confused eyes. After a long time, she realized, struggled from him and cursed: "What a big pervert. She still doesn't forget to eat my tofu at this time."

Yin Hui was so funny. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Even if I don’t have any contribution, at least I have to work hard. But Shakyamuni, are you using this kind of scolding to reward my work hard?
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