to be honest.

Lao Zhou is definitely not an old man.

Besides, he planted his wife's soul on his arm, causing him to suffer with his wife, which is enough to show that he is a infatuated and very extreme person. He is so extreme that he can't bear to watch his lover die for many years, so extreme that he is unforgivable to sin against himself. This extreme will disappear until his death.

The female paper man didn't expect Lao Zhou to play this. The ghost hiding in the paper man naturally saw at a glance that Lao Zhou and Fatty Fang were living people, so she thought that Lao Zhou and Fatty Fang were accidentally gone astray and were squinting and came to this "entertainment place where only ghosts could find it."

Living person!

Living people are better than these dead ghosts!?

Not to mention the middle-aged man who is thin and dying in front of him.

The handsome young man behind him has a very outstanding temperament. He must be a training student, otherwise the yang energy would not be as dazzling as the sun.

If I could take a sip...will I feel so happy!?

The female paper man stroked the half of the bra and exposed the snow-white skin and the ravines between the peaks in front of Lao Zhou. She shook her suitably twice, trembling with the aftermath, and it attracted people's imagination: "Officialist~ Look at how I danced this dance! Officialist~ I wonder if she could dance with me in the same bed?!"

"Oh, haha! So fucking exciting!"

Old Zhou laughed so much that his snot bag was dry and his nose was dry. He wiped his snot as vulgar as an old hooligan. He licked his lips and pinched the melancholy organ in his crotch: "Don't you say it, your dance is true, it's damn good! Let me think about it! In the future, there will be Wu Lao Er who has a cerebral thrombosis at the east end of our hometown village. He dances and exercises like the same, one pouting and one pouting!"

"Official, what do you mean?"

It was predicted that the ghost hiding in the paper man died was not too late, and he could understand the joke of Wu Laoer, so he was unhappy and raised his airs: "You old man is so unreasonable! Ask these distinguished guests in the audience! Which one doesn't think I'm good at dancing? That one doesn't want to fall under my pomegranate skirt?"

"Take the jb egg!"

After drinking, Lao Zhou went to the tree and scratched the wall and hit the electric pole. The angrily slammed into his heart. He was displeased at that time: "Really, the paper people I bought two pounds of old burnt paper are more beautiful than you! What are they? They are ghosts! People can get into trouble after seven or eight years of holding on for a person! Not to mention these ghosts who have been dead for so many years! What about the perverts? Can they still be ghosts if they are not lustful? Can they be competent ghosts?"

"Aren't you a ghost?"

The female paper man always looked at Fatty Fang, deliberately pointed out the real identities of the two, hung up high, gloating and wanting to watch the fun.

but!

Who is Lao Zhou?

That is a peerless and cruel person who can swallow vomit back to his stomach after drinking too much!

Can he be afraid?!

Could he be afraid?!

Old Zhou was quite steady, stretched out his hand and slapped the stage, glared at him, and then said, "Don't believe in rumors! Don't spread rumors! Be a legal ghost citizen in the 21st century!"

"Is this person mentally ill?"

"Yes, right... Shouldn't ordinary people be afraid of seeing us?"

"Why do I think he is a little scared... He won't come and bite me suddenly! What if he has rabies?! It won't spread it to me!"

"What a contagion! You're a ghost!"

"Don't talk about anything else... He killed our kind in just a few slaps... He can't be the same as the previous villain who jumped out of the window and ran away!"

"It is possible that he and Yincai are both mentally ill."

The ghosts watched the excitement without the sudden sudden attack on Lao Zhou as they imagined, but instead discussed Lao Zhou’s true identity.

The ghost who can come here.

That's more or less a bit of status or something.

Those who easily kill and hurt others are so ugly and so shameless.

I feel embarrassed to say hello to my neighbors when I go out.

When Lao Zhou heard the words of Yincha who jumped into the window and ran away, he was shocked and stopped pretending to be crazy. He held his neck and forced the ghost closest to him: "Which Yincha jumped into the window and ran away? In which direction did he run!?"

"I don't know... I just jumped out of the window on the second floor. All the things I saw were coming out just now. But I don't know why it was left alone. The venue is still open, so we kept playing here."

To be honest, the ghost dared not contradict Lao Zhou, who was murderous.

"Bang!"

Lao Zhou turned around and slapped the knife on the stage, pointed at the female paper man with one hand, and cursed: "C You are a bloody grandma! Come on! Let's see the scene?! Isn't it awesome?! Isn't it amazing?! Didn't I force my godson to jump out of the window?! Today I will find a place for my godson!"

"Dao thud..."

The rapid footsteps ran from the second floor stairs to the first floor.

The strong paper man who was proficient in all kinds of weapons formed an echelon to surround Lao Zhou and the other two. The most powerful paper man held the Fangtian Painting Ji and shouted loudly to the rude Lao Zhou: "Where did you come from again? I will tell you tonight! That villain died long ago! You who know the truth will leave quickly! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, your grandma is a horse manure spoon!"

Lao Zhou picked up the short knife and cut people on the street in the movie "Young and Dangerous", with no routine tricks at all. It was more like an ordinary person who was forced to swing his sword. Even so, the strong man who was beaten by surprise caught him off guard and broke his arm. Even so, the shocked and intimidated ghosts fled in all directions, and did not want to miss the excitement, so he formed a hollow circle, so he was able to watch the excitement without much trouble. There were even two ghosts who were ignorant and clapped their hands to applaud Lao Zhou, just like watching the scene of a juggling man on the street.

But how could he be as powerful as Lao Zhou?

After several slashes, Lao Zhou stood there, pointed at a group of strong paper men, and explained the mystery in one sentence: "It seems that my godson is not dead. You are too tiring. There is no formation to support you. You must be a dog!"

"Chop him!"

How could a strong paper man bear such humiliation?

The strong man led the strong man and the strong man behind him rushed to the end like thousands of troops and horses.

"Little Fangzi! Show your unique skills!"

Seeing that he had no choice but to retreat, Old Zhou kicked away the strong man who rushed to the front, then took out a piece of red talisman paper that had been kicked in his pocket earlier. He grabbed the talisman paper and stroked the blade through the blade, and used blood as a short knife.

Then he directed Fatty Fang to make up for the empty defense.

Fatty Fang was full of sword energy in his heart, and he held up the bronze sword high and slashed at the strong man paper man who was about to pounce on Lao Zhou in the air. The pure white sword energy cut the strong man paper man into two halves and separated the left and right sides and fell to the ground.

Perhaps Fatty Fang was very anxious to save me.

This sword energy did not make him weak, but instead made him more clear about the path he wanted to take, so he covered the sword energy on the surface of the bronze sword. He changed from an auxiliary mage responsible for long attacks to a flesh-fitting close-fitting warrior, stood in tiptoe and stood in front of Lao Zhou, one sword after another, chopping, chopping or cutting.

The bronze sword belongs to the supporting weapon of the system mother.

The quality is naturally extremely high, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The weapons of a group of powerful paper men collided with the bronze sword and shattered the ground.

In just three minutes, the ground was covered with weapons debris and fragments of the strong paper man's limbs. Fatty Fang stopped his eyes until the end, and he looked like he was chopping around, but he was not injured at all.

It is inevitable that a group of strong paper men will not be able to solve it easily.

Looking further down, a group of strong paper men abandoned their weapons, gathered two teams of eighteen paper men in pairs, divided into two left and right fronts and arranged upwards in the 543 echelons to form a ladder shape. The remaining paper men were posing the Hongquan starting style, some were posing the Wing Chun starting style, and even more excessively, they were scattered out lightning five whips and tweaked them. The moves were different and there were many kinds of tricks.

If you want to find adjectives to describe it.

The formation of the Eighteen Bronze Men in Shaolin Temple is very suitable!

Old Zhou was confused and had never seen such a scene before.

Fatty Fang was stunned. His broken arms and legs grew back to them, as if they would never be killed.

"Damn it! Is there such a unique skill?!"

"The boss behind Yingchun Garden is really unfathomable!"

"That's not! All the eighteen bronze men in Shaolin Temple have been done!"

"This is obviously eighteen paper people! Look at that person who plays monkey fist! It's like drinking fake wine!"

"Xingyiquan, which has not been born for a long time!"

"Oh, I'll go! This is so awesome! I wonder if Teacher Ma Baoguo can break the formation here! I think these two living people are in trouble!"

"I'm careless! I didn't flash!"

"Young man, what's wrong with your kidneys? Stop watching the fun!"

"It's open! Living people go out alive and lose three times!"

"I will win by pushing the living!"

"I'll win!"

...

The ghosts who were about to lose their money saw the situation tense, so they started the gambling market at will.

But who will win?
Chapter completed!