After the paper man appeared, the female ghost seemed to calm down, and her slim body was illuminated by the moonlight outside the temple door.
It reflects a sense of beauty and beauty. Although you can't see the face, you already feel fascinated.
Even if I, a woman, feel this way, the serious men next to me may be fascinated by it!
Feeling unhappy for no reason, he pulled out the inner universe and directly showed the ghost-killing sword sandwiched inside, "Ugly hag, where are the eight people in the village that you attracted?"
I was called an ugly hag!
The female ghost seemed to be angry again, her long hair was flying in the wind, like an evil spirit that wanted to pounce on and devour all living things.
"Young ladies, it's rare to stay together to get married. This woman..." At this point, I could feel myself being locked by a pair of vicious eyes, "Kill her, and I will torture her forever!"
This order made my little heart tremble, and I was extremely obedient. Whether it was a woman or a female ghost, she was so unreasonably crazy after being called an ugly word?
What hatred, what resentment!
The eight paper figures standing in a fixed posture began to twist their necks and limbs randomly, and their movements were stiff and weird!
The next second, they all turned around to face the direction of Lang Hongyi and me.
Fortunately, the sky changed outside, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating everything inside the small temple. For a short moment...
In just one moment, I saw everything in front of me clearly. The eight paper figures had little melon-skin caps on their heads, and there was a braid sticking up behind them, bent into the shape of a hook.
On the dead white face, there is a round red patch hanging on one left and right, and the small lips are also painted with a bright red patch.
Two big feet with uppers made of black paper were approaching me and Lang Hongyi step by step!
This weird scene is really more frightening than seeing a female ghost. The paper man can move and find his own target to attack!
This situation left us both stunned!
It's not over yet, the sexy guy in red is obviously not ready to let us go easily.
Maybe the ghost sister who saw us deal with her just now knew that we were not weak, so she flew straight in our direction, like a nimble kite.
She fluttered above our heads, and under the threat of my ghost-killing sword, she did not stop, but pounced straight towards the stone statue on the shrine behind, and disappeared.
And the next second, the stone statue covered with a red hijab moved!
The huge stone statue that was originally sitting upright on his knees stretched out two palms the size of pot lids and dropped them above our heads.
If she were to hold on tight at this moment, our heads would most likely be patted into our chests.
Lang Hongyi reacted the fastest. Before I could take back the ghost-killing sword in my hand, he had already dragged me towards the triangular vacuum zone supported by the lame altar table, and hit the edge of the hard and cold stone platform behind me.
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It's not that this side is very safe, but that the eight paper figures on the opposite side have stiffly formed an encirclement.
We have nowhere to escape, we can only roll towards a more dangerous direction at the critical moment.
In this way, we sent the head directly to the stone statue.
Before he could even take a breath, a huge foot had already been lifted into the air. It was the big stone foot controlled by the ghostly married woman.
At this moment, she has stood up from the stone platform. The attack she just missed missed, and this time she is preparing to trample us into meat and bones!
"Come on, paper attacker!"
Lang Hongyi roared, swung the hammer in his hand and attacked the paper figures approaching us.
Naturally, I didn't dare to be lazy from behind, and rolled out towards the front as fast as I could in my life.
He used a trick that suddenly came to his mind, rolling on the spot to attack the bottom plate, using both the ghost-killing sword and the ghost-killing stick.
As long as it is something that appears within my attack range, whether it is the legs and feet of the paper man, the garbage scattered on the ground of the small temple, or the wooden worship mat that almost tripped me before.
I ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong the obstacles, even though there is no method, but fortunately my hands are not weak, not only clear the obstacles on my escape track, but also knock down two paper figures.
There was a loud sound of the earth shaking and the sound of rocks breaking from behind.
You don't need to look back to figure out that it was probably the stone statue wearing the wedding dress that stepped on the ground.
I clearly judged the power of this kick through the vibration of the ground, and guessed the approximate tonnage of the ghostly married woman who became one with the stone statue!
Damn it, this fight wasn’t fought like this!
The code numbers for lightweight and super heavyweight are both wrong, okay!
Lang Hongyi's skills are not even a bit better than mine, and he can move around neatly and handsomely with a hammer.
Four or five paper figures had already been put down on the ground, just when I thought these minions would be cleaned up soon.
The paper man who fell to the ground actually stood up again with black gas coming out of his body, his limbs stiff and he continued to join the battle.
refuses to die?
As I continued to attack, I found that the ghost-killing stick and the ghost-killing sword had no obvious effect on the paper figures.
Lang Hongyi had killed countless ghosts before, and the hammer he had repeatedly accomplished extraordinary feats had lost its effectiveness.
We worked hard and finally brought down the paper man.
Those paper figures will only emit a burst of black smoke from the position where they were attacked, and they will continue to stand up and fight with us within a few minutes...
There is definitely no way to continue like this. Our physical strength is almost reaching its limit.
At the end of the wheel battle, there is no need for the heavy stone statues behind to stretch out their big hands to squeeze us into human gravy. Just these eight paper figures can tire us to death!
Sure enough, after Lang Hongyi found out that these paper figures couldn't be killed, he shouted anxiously, "Sanman, think of a way!"
Think of a way, I will also think of a way, fire attack?
It is inevitable that the paper man is afraid of fire, but at this time, the two of us have almost no time to take care of ourselves, where to find lighters or matches!
After being kicked in the stomach by the paper man, I cursed in my mind, "Your grandma has a bad leg."
While I was cursing in my heart, I swore secretly that from now on my aunt would not smoke, but would also carry ten or eight lighters, just to deal with you guys!
Because of its huge size, the stone statue directly broke through the small temple. Its sight was blocked, so there was no way to attack it.
It wreaked havoc there, almost tearing off the entire roof of the small temple.
The only benefit that the lack of a roof brings to us is that the pitiful moonlight shines in, making our eyes suddenly brighter!
The rain fell on my head. It rained even on a sunny day. It was strange!
Before he had time to think about it, a huge shadow followed him under the hood, and the stone statue's attack also followed.
Lang Hongyi was surrounded by five paper figures. He could still use his outstanding kung fu to remain invincible, but I was not so lucky.
Although there were only three paper figures around me, after I stabbed one down just now, I used too much force and the person also fell on top of that paper figure.
I don’t know what kind of material this paper figure is made of, but it didn’t break when I pressed it, and it was still soft.
Unfortunately, the large palms of the stone statue were pressing down on my head, and two other paper figures took advantage of the situation and grabbed my hands tightly.
I can't move at all. Could it be that... I'm risking my life here?