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Chapter 778 The President of the Heavenly Society(1/2)

At this moment, a hemp rope suddenly fell from a high place without warning.

It was impartially placed on the female anchor's snow-white neck.

In front of tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room, the hemp rope directly lifted the female anchor up.

Everything happened very slowly, and everyone in the live broadcast room saw it.

But all this seems to be done in the flames of the carbide!

Caught off guard!

The tightened hemp rope in an instant made the female anchor only make a "hmmmm" sound besides struggling.

The shoes fell from the yelling, and the female anchor got higher and higher, gradually leaving the live broadcast screen.

The live broadcast room exploded after a moment of silence!

【Damn it! What's the situation? The ghost came out?】

[Isn't that thing still hanging there??? What's the situation with the anchor now?]

【I called the police!】

【This is so exciting? Will you encounter a hanged ghost?】

[Can't it be the anchor who directs and acts by himself? This is not a joke.]

Just as the live broadcast room was following the crowd, a "click" suddenly sounded!

Immediately afterwards, something fell down and hit the phone on the stand.

The bracket was smashed down and the phone fell to the ground, just stuck in the cracks of the rocks.

Then, the female anchor's face appeared in front of the camera.

The eyes burst, the white foam on the corner of the mouth was mixed with blood, and the sticking tongue was even bitten off half of it...

The appearance is shocking.

Takes up the entire screen.

The audience in the live broadcast room was instantly furious!

【This is true or false?】

【Dead?】

【Damn…Don’t do it, this is too exciting, right? 】

【…】

At this moment, the female anchor suddenly moved.

(Scroll, scroll...)

The female anchor's head slowly rolled in one direction from the camera, and finally hit a headless corpse and stopped.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room finally understood what was happening.

The barrage was scrolling rapidly, and many people were calling the arbitration court for help.

Things in Fengmen Village have already come out!

Cao Nima!

The ghost is coming out!!!

...

The live broadcast continues.

In the picture, the ghost that had been falling on the crooked tree fell down lightly at this time.

A silence of laughter appears.

"Hehehehe..."

The ghost with disheveled hair and unable to see clearly gradually approached the camera.

Getting closer.

So much so that people watching the live broadcast feel a sense of suffocation.

It seemed as if the screen was controlled by the evil spirit, and he could not breathe. There seemed to be a rope around his neck, becoming tighter and tighter.

And at this moment, an exquisite high heeled shoe appeared in the camera from behind to front.

Immediately afterwards, the phone was shattered by another high heel.

Live broadcast ends.

...

At this moment, a gorgeously dressed woman appeared in this messy grave.

She is tall, has white skin, and has long silver hair perpendicular to her waist.

If Sisi is the ultimate charm, then the silver-haired woman in front of her is the ultimate coolness.

A crazy and unstoppable temperament.

"call……"

"I finally caught up."

A cold voice sounded.

After a moment, Ruan Zibao and Death Knell from the Tianhui appeared one after another... In addition, there was a burly figure.

His name is Zhan, which is the person who first betrayed the first sequence and joined the Tianhui to resurrect.

Death in battle during the secret study of the demon brain parasites in the island country.

Now he is like death knell.

Resurrection from the dead.

...

The silver-haired woman was smearing her bright red lips, and her delicate face seemed to have an iceberg-like temperament.

It is obviously a desire for it and can't stop, but it is finally discouraged.

"War, are you ready?" said the silver-haired woman lightly.

"Um."

The silver-haired woman's mouth was slightly outlined, and then she took a Tang sword in Ruan Zibao's hand.

The scabbard is pitch black and carved with complex patterns, while the handle is wrapped in white cloth.

Then, she slowly pulled out the blade.

The ink-black blade can swallow all the light.

"bass--"

Tang Dao was unsheathed. When the silver-haired woman danced, the dark blade was immediately entangled with wisps of red aura!

An invisible air blade whizzed out.

The hanged ghost was directly destroyed under the Qi Blade, and then there was a strange "bang".

A blue crack appeared on the edge of Fengmen Village!

The crack's light effect was full, and the blue light was constantly emitted, scattering towards the surroundings.

The blade is sheathed.

The arrogant Ruan Zibao, who was so arrogant in the sky, hurriedly knelt behind the woman, and then lay on the ground with both hands.

The silver-haired woman looked indifferent, sat on Ruan Zibao's back, and then said, "What else can't be done for the sake of her beloved woman?"

"Go."

The silver-haired woman threw her knife towards Zhan.

"Tear the cracks bigger."

"Resurrection of you has consumed all my spiritual savings. If you want to resurrect Kui, there is only one way."

Zhan held the mysterious black knife and his breathing became heavier.

Finally, he walked towards the place where the cracks had been torn open.

The silver-haired woman took out a pack of fine cigarettes, then lit one, and sucked the clouds and blew them gracefully.

"call--"

"War, you have to remember."

"It's not just for the resurrection of the creek."

"Welcome the arrival of the apocalypse and fight for the light."
To be continued...
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