Wang Jin, who was pretending to be a ghost, kicked open the door of Songhe courtyard and happened to see Xiaohua standing there holding a pair of scissors with red eyes.

Behind her was Song He, who was lying on the ground and rolling.

The haunting dragon grows upward crazily, almost covering the lower half of its face.

The blood-soaked cloth left blood marks one after another on the ground, accompanied by Song He's extremely suppressed cry of pain.

Liu Shuisheng's lower body was a bloody mess, but he still looked in front of him with eyes that were gradually losing their brightness.

He woke up from the coffin early to protect Song He, and the machete that belonged to him was deeply embedded in the monster.

It was the Mud Dragon King, but it was completely different from the stupid statue.

Slender body, slender limbs, twisted face.

Thick liquid spread all over the body, like a melted coir raincoat.

The skin that is occasionally exposed is not that pale, but is not much different from a normal person.

This makes people who see him feel even more uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Wang Jin can see that the current Mud Dragon King has a lot to do with those leaders.

It's just that they are bigger and can't communicate.

Rumble…

It thundered.

The rain poured down, all falling on the Mud Dragon King.

Let the already huge monster expand more and more.

There is almost no change in the horizontal direction, but the vertical direction is strangely elongated again.

Standing upright, it is almost twice as tall as the house.

"Oh shit…"

Wang Jin turned around and looked.

It was discovered that the coffin that Song He had filled with water for him had overturned on the ground, and the viscous liquid inside had disappeared.

"Don't come here!"

Xiaohua cried and waved the scissors in her hands, but she stepped back continuously.

"Uncle Song...what's wrong with you..."

Liu Shuisheng gritted his teeth and said, his expression gradually becoming trance-like.

"Uncle Song?"
Chapter completed!