Chapter 642 Shouldn't we find the ghost clock first?
Even when he saw the most terrifying ghost, Lin Mo could deal with it calmly and calmly. It was like the real earth was shattering before his eyes without blinking an eye.
But at this moment, he was unexpectedly panicked.
"It's bad, I forgot that Liu Jia is a jealous person." Lin Mo was about to speak when Liu Jia reached out and pulled Xiao Yu out of his clothes.
Being able to pull Xiaoyu out forcefully is so terrifying.
"Okay, you still want to hide your beauty in the golden house? You are a scumbag!" Liu Jia was completely exploded.
Mainly because she saw that Xiao Yu was quite beautiful, with exposed shoulders and a gorgeous black dress. The most important thing was that this female ghost was ripped out of Lin Mo's clothes.
irrefutable evidence!
The evidence is overwhelming.
Liu Jia was filled with resentment at this moment, and a terrifying aura burst out. Her big eyes were glowing, and she raised her hand to cut towards Xiao Yu with the scissors.
This scissor is very powerful, and you can hear the roars and screams of many evil spirits on it.
"I'll cut this bitch to death first, and then I'll cut you." Liu Jia was filled with murderous intent now.
Lin Mo wanted to persuade him, but couldn't get a word in for a while.
The problem is that Xiaoyu didn’t give it to him for free, he was also a vengeful evil spirit that had undergone three transformations.
You must know that Xiaoyu almost killed Lin Mo when they met for the first time.
Feeling Liu Jia's hostility at this moment, the black skirt immediately rioted, and countless black cursed iron chains sprang out, not only wrapping around the scissors in Liu Jia's hand, but also wrapped around Liu Jia's body.
The cursed iron chain is extremely fast, and a normal nightmare ghost might die immediately if it gets entangled in it.
Liu Jia is obviously stronger.
After all, the ghost bell has been ringing in the ghost pavilion for five years. It can move up and down the nine-story ghost pavilion freely. How could it be stable today without two brushes?
The next moment, the scissors in Liu Jia's hand flew out by themselves, cutting off the cursed chains on Liu Jia's body one by one with three strokes.
In the first round, the two terrifying female ghosts and female nightmares were inseparable and evenly matched.
Liu Jia became ruthless and wanted to release the forbidden power.
Her forbidden power is storytelling.
Under the power of this terrifying taboo, the other party must tell a story according to the rules. After telling it, she can evaluate whether it sounds good or not. If it sounds good, she can pass it. If it doesn't sound good, she can kill her directly.
And the killer who strikes at this time cannot be stopped.
At this moment, Liu Jia's terrifying taboo power was activated.
Then she sneered and glanced at Lin Mo proudly, "That means I must kill this cute little sweetheart you are hiding today."
Just watch.
After that, let Xiaoyu tell the story.
Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu shook the cursed chain and launched a terrifying offensive towards Liu Jia.
Lin Mo covered his face.
He whispered: "I forgot to tell you, Xiaoyu can't speak!"
There is a missing string in Liu Jia's forbidden power.
That means it cannot be used on targets that cannot speak.
Just like the samurai with the sword before, she couldn't do anything because the samurai with the sword's mouth was sealed and he couldn't speak at all.
Although Xiaoyu's mouth was not sealed, she also lost the ability to speak in the Bixian state.
Can only write.
Liu Jia didn't know this and suffered a huge loss.
Fortunately, there was a pair of scissors, otherwise Liu Jia would have been hanged by Xiao Yu's cursed iron chain.
Liu Jia became even more angry.
"Lin Mo, you know she can't speak, but you didn't tell me?"
Lin Mo was wronged.
"How did I know you were going to fight? Besides, you didn't even ask."
Liu Jia stamped her feet angrily.
Now that the forbidden power cannot be used, we can only fight hand to hand.
For a moment, the two women were inseparable from each other.
Lin Mo was advising from the side.
You said there is nothing you can do about Liu Jia not listening to advice, she may just be like this.
The problem is that Xiaoyu doesn't listen to advice now.
She seemed to have realized what Liu Jia meant.
It can be seen that Xiaoyu, who has always been calm, seems to be angry now.
And in his anger, there was also a sense of sour jealousy.
Obviously, under this situation, Lin Mo could not persuade anyone.
With no other choice, Lin Mo covered his face and squatted on the ground, wondering what to do next.
Worry!
"Stop fighting. You two have no grudges. Why are you fighting to the death?"
"What are we here for? Forgot? Shouldn't we look for the ghost clock first?"
"Hey, forget it, it's all in vain. If you want to fight, just fight. Just don't kill anyone."
It's useless for Lin Mo to say anything here. He has also thought clearly. If he can't persuade him, then he won't persuade him anymore and just lie down.
The two women over there were still baring their teeth and claws, fighting fiercely.
Logically speaking, Liu Jia is stronger.
Because she has the power of taboo.
Under certain circumstances, the power of taboos is almost invincible. But things in this world are just such a coincidence. Xiaoyu seems to be born to restrain Liu Jia, perfectly avoiding Liu Jia's power of taboos.
But even without the forbidden power, Liu Jia still has the scissors that can be used as a flying sword wielder. It can be said that if Xiao Yu had not experienced three transformations, she would never be Liu Jia's opponent.
At this moment, Xiaoyu seemed to be really angry.
Her black skirt began to spread around, and the black slowly completely enveloped the nine layers, as if everything around her was integrated with her black skirt.
Lin Mo knew that this was one of Xiao Yu's tricks.
Very powerful.
"Jiajia, please be careful, Xiaoyu, please be more relaxed and don't really need to kill me."
At this moment, Liu Jia glared at Lin Mo, and Xiao Yu actually gave Lin Mo a roll of her eyes.
I wipe it!
What does this mean?
Is this because I don’t recognize good people anymore?
Lin Mo simply waved his hand and flicked his sleeves, "Yes, if you can't offend me, I can hide away."
Out of sight, out of mind.
It should be done when I go downstairs.
At that moment, Lin Mo started walking down the ninth floor.
Anyway, the ghost clock is not on it, and we still have to watch the two women compete for themselves, get drunk and fight, and fight to the death, which really shows their full fighting strength.
However, this matter happened because of Lin Mo, and Lin Mo felt a little bit sorry in his heart.
Apart from that, it's a little bit cool.
"If dad knew that two girls were fighting over me, he would definitely be proud of me!"
Lin Mo was relieved.
Although Xiao Yu also acted cruelly, Lin Mo knew that Xiao Yu knew the importance of severity, and Liu Jia was not a vegetarian. He was the bell ringer of the Ghost Pavilion, who had the power of taboos and flying scissors.
If Xiaoyu eats the power of taboo, then Xiaoyu will definitely lose.
But Xiao Yu is immune to Liu Jia's taboo power, so the two of them are actually the same, and I guess there is nothing anyone can do about the other.
So Lin Mo simply stopped reading and stayed away.
I guess the two of them could calm down a bit if he wasn't around, but if he was around, they would definitely have to fight to the death.
After going down to the eighth floor, it finally became quieter.
Lin Mo began to think about serious matters.
That is the whereabouts of the Ghost Bell.
Lin Mo asked Liu Jia before how big the ghost clock was.
According to Liu Jia, at least two people hug each other, and one person is as tall as one person.
It's quite huge.
Can such a huge thing be transported down normally through this relatively narrow wooden ladder?
Obviously it's impossible.
This ghost pavilion is built according to the ancient style. The wooden ladder is only enough for one person to go up and down. It is not impossible for two people to sit side by side, but it will be very crowded.
In this way, unless the ghost clock can be shrunk, it cannot be transported down the wooden ladder.
Can the ghost clock shrink?
Lin Mo didn't know this. After all, this was a nightmare world and anything could happen.
Of course, assuming you can't shrink, you can't take the stairs, and there are several other possibilities.
One is through the outside, that is, through the window.
However, Lin Mo just noticed that there are no windows on the ninth floor, so this assumption is not valid.
There is another possibility that the ghost clock is still on the ninth floor.
It's just due to some unknown reasons, or some accident happened, or some preset restrictions. In short, the ghost clock is still there, but it can't be seen.
As of now, all of these possibilities exist.
Lin Mo just reasoned according to normal thinking logic and evaluated several possibilities. Then he would discuss it with Liu Jia to see which aspect to focus on in the next step of investigation.
At this time, Lin Mo felt a gust of wind blowing from behind.
Very cold.
This moved his heart.
Liu Jia said before that the ghosts in the eighth floor are taboo ghosts.
Could it be that at this time, there was a ghost standing quietly behind him?
Not to mention, this feeling is quite familiar.
It's a bit like Lao Bai standing behind him.
He didn't know it before, but now Lin Mo knew that Lao Bai was actually a taboo ghost.
Lao Bai's taboo is that no one can look back in front of him.
As long as he turns around, he will definitely break the opponent's head.
This is inevitable.
Because of this experience, Lin Mo did not look back immediately. Of course, he was not afraid either.
Lin Mo is much stronger now than when he first entered the nightmare world. This lack of fear is not because he has no fear, but because he has enough strength.
Lin Mo's mind raced and he thought of a way.
That means looking down.
Look to see if there are any feet behind you.
This is also based on experience.
At this moment, Lin Mo lowered his head and looked down. Hey, there were really legs behind him.