Ghost Jigsaw: Send me a ghost every day

"Tsk tsk!"

"It's really an exciting condition."

Bai Ye shook his sore wrist, pulled out the ghost-headed sword stuck aside, stood up and walked towards Luo Tian.

"No, sir, please let me go."

"I am willing to surrender to Your Excellency, and I only ask Your Excellency to give me a way to survive."

Seeing Bai Ye getting closer and closer, Luo Tian crawled backwards while begging frantically for mercy.

"The road is walked by oneself, not begged for." Bai Ye said lightly, without the slightest pause in the footsteps below him.

Listening to Bai Ye's words, and seeing that Bai Ye did not intend to let him go, Luo Tian's eyes showed a trace of despair.

Using ghost power to continuously stimulate Li Guijiu on his body, an extremely unstable breath suddenly emanated from his body, shouting hysterically.

"Don't force me, if the ghost on my body runs away, you won't have a good time."

I saw Luo Tian yelling at Bai Ye, just as he was about to say something more.

"Pfft!"

Before Luo Tian finished speaking, Bai Yegui's heart skipped a beat for an instant, and his figure seemed to straddle the space, and he came behind Luo Tian in an instant, with a big knife in his hand.

All I saw was a bloody head soaring into the sky, and the eyes on the head were familiar with the clothes of the headless corpse that fell on the ground.

"I just died. Is that my body?"

The remaining thoughts only had time to flash through Luo Tian's mind, and the strength of the impermanent user could still maintain his consciousness to stay in his mind for a short while.

At this time, a vine came out from nowhere and pierced Luo Tian's head directly.

"puff!"

There was a crisp sound like a watermelon bursting.

"Just die and die, what else are you looking at!"

"Hey! Let you pretend."

The fat man ran over huffing and puffing, and the voice like a living treasure rang out every sentence, and controlled the vine to wipe the ground twice.

Seeing Fatty's expression of asking for credit, Bai Ye couldn't deny it and smiled.

Pick up the five turquoise fingers that emerged from Luo Tian's body, and a pale white jade ring beside it.

"Ok?"

When he picked up the five turquoise fingers, it caused a slight vibration of ghost muscles in his body.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when we go back."

Thinking of this, he put the ghost finger and jade ring into the ghost domain first, and turned his head to look at the scythe who was taking care of the great elder and his father.

"Fatty, go see how they are doing?"

"call out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the huge figure of the fat man rushing out with a whoosh, and quickly ran to Father Chen, squeezed the scythe away, and looked at the state of Father Chen and the First Elder.

"That... Uncle Fatty, can my father and the First Elder be saved?" He only heard the scythe being squeezed away, and asked the fatty with red eyes in a low voice.

Fatty's complexion suddenly darkened, and he shook his head solemnly. Looking at the sad and trembling face of the scythe, his face suddenly smiled brightly like a chrysanthemum.

"Of course... it can be saved!"

As he spoke, he took out bottle after bottle of colorful potions from the large and small pockets inside his body.

"No."

"Nor is this."

"Where is it?"

Hearing the fat uncle's answer, the corner of the scythe's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to chop the man in front of him, which he called the fat uncle.

He saw a huge figure on the ground constantly taking out bottles of potions from his pockets, which were as numerous as treasure bags, and placing them on the ground.

The scythe could only suppress the anxiety in his heart, and looked expectantly at the fat man beside him, hoping that the fat man could see the potion that could save his father from it.

"Haha, I found it. I've wanted to try this for a long time."

"Come on, dear nephew, open your father's mouth."

I saw the fat man holding a yellow-brown potion with the label (use with caution - trial version) in his hand.

As he spoke, he pulled out the cork on the potion, and an indescribable stench suddenly filled the air. He wrapped his nose with two vines, and excitedly directed the scythe.

"Boom."

Ben was listening to the fat man's instructions, opened the scythe on his father's mouth, smelled the stench in the air that would make ordinary people faint, and slammed his father's mouth shut on the ground.

"Can fat uncle really drink this stuff?"

The scythe was covering his nose with one hand, while the other hand firmly grasped the fat man's hand that was about to pour the potion, looked at the potion in the fat man's hand in horror, and asked in disbelief.

The fat man slapped the scythe away, squatted down and opened Father Chen's mouth, and couldn't help laughing wretchedly.

"What do you know as a child, fat master, I am a good thing."

"It's not ordinary people, Fat Lord, I still don't give it."

"Come on, brother Chen An, the younger generation is ignorant, you stew it in one bite, so that you can wake up, hehe."

As he spoke, he poured half of the potion into Father Chen's mouth, and then locked Father Chen's mouth tightly with vines.

"Uncle Fat, what are you doing again?"

Scythe looked worriedly at his father lying on the ground.

"It's okay! Wait a while, just wait a while."

The fat man sat aside, beckoning the scythe to sit down as well, quietly waiting for the potion to take effect, as if he had full confidence in the potion in his hand.

"Woo! Woohoo!"

Suddenly, Father Chen's eyes widened, his hands pinched the dirt on the ground firmly, and the sound of sobbing kept coming from his mouth.

"Don't you think you're just waking up now? Let's go, wait until the potion is about to take effect."

I saw the fat man grabbing the scythe with a dazed look beside him with excitement, and quickly backed away.

As the fat man retreated, the vines on Father Chen's mouth quickly burrowed into the ground.

As soon as the vines on his mouth disappeared, the potion that had been poured into Father Chen's mouth spewed out violently, and Father Chen bounced up from the ground, as if he knew it was Fatty's doing. I couldn't help lying on the ground and retching again.

"Yuck~"

"Fatty you~vomit!"

At this time, Bai Ye walked over slowly, as if he smelled something, his footsteps stopped, and the ghost skin on his body flashed a gleam of light, blocking the smell out.

Seeing Father Chen who was lying on the ground in the distance and kept picking something in his mouth, he glanced suspiciously at the scythe who hesitated to speak and the fat man who was constantly having fun.

"Uncle Qingshan..."

The scythe that had just been opened was interrupted by the fat man, who said with a playful smile.

"It's all right, your father is all right, he's not alive and kicking, you just jumped up when you got up."

Looking at the way Bai Ye looked at him, the fat man shrank his head, picked up the half bottle of medicine, and explained bitterly.

"Isn't this a potion researched by Know-it-all? It's used to stimulate the body's vitality to achieve therapeutic effects in an emergency. This is the initial trial version. The guy at Know-it-all doesn't care about the smell at all. I don't use the first one because it smells too bad. I keep putting it away." After all, it’s too expensive to throw away.”

Listening to the fat man's words, Bai Ye frowned and looked at the potion that was still bubbling yellow-brown bubbles, thinking that the potion that the fat man gave him in the thick fog didn't seem to have any strange smell, and he was a little puzzled.

"What about the current one?"

The fat man scratched his head, looked at the scythe with embarrassment, and took out an orange potion from his pocket.

"Since you came, boss, the potion has been improved in taste, and now this one is the latest one, and it has been adjusted to orange flavor by Wanshitong."

Chapter 110 A Man Doesn't Tease Easily

"Cooperating with my dad is just a guinea pig!"

The scythe muttered aside, but was frightened by the fat man's stare and closed his mouth.

"It's okay, Lian'er, although this medicine smells a bit stinky, it is indeed useful."

Chen An still remembered that the potion was first made by Fatty and Wanshitong when they took refuge in the Chen family's house. At that time, the stench surrounded the Chen family for three days and hadn't dissipated. It can be said that the memory is still fresh. Thinking of this, Chen An felt nauseous and nauseated. Retched twice.

"Look at your father, isn't he recovering? Good medicine tastes bad, what do you know?" Fatty felt that the battlefield was deadly silent, and everyone was downcast, so he deliberately raised his voice, trying to ease the atmosphere a bit.

It's just that the situation at the scene was too miserable. Except for Chen An who could barely force a smile to respond, the others still had bitter faces and said nothing.

"Come on, Fat Master won't quarrel with you anymore, help your Great Elder up first, and deal with the injury first."

Hearing Fatty's words, everyone hurriedly lifted up the unconscious Great Elder in the distance, and waited for Fatty to come to rescue him.

"Fatty, do you still have the potion just now?"

Chen An thought for a while, although he felt that the fat man's potion smelled bad, but it was not important to save his life.

"Half a bottle is useless, the potion is too strong, I'm afraid the old man won't be able to withstand it, or..."

The fat man held up the remaining half bottle of yellow-brown potion, but his words seemed a bit tangled, his right hand was still in his pocket, and he was hesitant to take out the latest version of the orange-flavored potion. After all, he kept this new potion for himself. life-saving.

"The Great Elder is half-step impermanent, there is nothing you can't stand, the smell is a bit smelly, the real thing is to recover as soon as possible."

Seeing that the fat man was still hesitating, Father Chen became a little anxious. He snatched the potion from the fat man's hand, pulled open the bottle, held it a little further away in disgust, and opened the elder's mouth with the other hand, and poured it down. go in.

"Huh, it's good not to waste it."

"Make the best use of everything, anyway, I can't feed it!"

Fatty, who was conflicted whether to drink the trial version of the potion for the Great Elder or the latest version, comforted himself to relieve his guilt.

Asking the few surviving clansmen to move the Great Elder into the car, Father Chen sat in the passenger seat consciously, and after calling everyone to get on the car, he quickly arranged for the clansmen to drive towards the family.

Seeing the wound on Father Chen's forehead gradually wriggling, and half of the wound had healed, the fat man said in amazement.

"I said that the descendants of Yan Luo are different. If I remember correctly, you also participated in the development of this potion when it was first developed, and your blood was used. Sure enough, you are the one with the highest matching degree of this potion. The recovery effect is yours. That's at least a three-fold enhancement."

"Yeah, apart from the smell, this potion is a miracle, but it's a pity that Know-it-all won't give you the formula." Father Chen seemed to be recalling the past, and he glanced at the fat man as he spoke.

The fat man waved his hands repeatedly after seeing it, as if he knew what Father Chen was thinking.

"Don't look at me, all the research is Lao Wan's. I don't have any formula with me. Besides, I didn't give you five bottles as a reward for donating blood."

"This taste, unless it is a last resort, no one will drink that stuff."

As he spoke, the outline of Chen's manor gradually appeared in the distance. Looking at his wife waiting at the door in the distance, Father Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly parked the car at the door.

As soon as the car came to a stop, the prepared medical team rushed out. As soon as the car door was opened, the members of the medical team resisted the nauseating stench and carried the elder down.

As the rest of the vehicles opened, the leading medical team leader saw only a few familiar clansmen coming down, walked up to Father Chen, and asked with moist eyes.

"Patriarch, what about the rest of the tribe?"

"The Luo family is in the dark." Thinking of those clansmen who died tragically, Father Chen couldn't help but also burst into tears.

When Chen An brought the Great Elder and the clansmen in to heal their wounds, Bai Ye and Fatty were accompanied by a scythe.

"Eldest nephew, tell fat uncle, what happened?"

Fatty thought of the tragic situation when he went down the mountain, and he knew that he and Bai Ye had just gone up the mountain not long ago, how did they come down like this.

Hearing Fatty's mention, Scythe couldn't help but squeezed his fists, his body trembled slightly, and said in a hateful voice, "Fuck that Luo."

"Our Chen family and the Luo family have always been at odds, and you know now."

"In the past, there were conflicts. It was common for subordinates to fight. Our Chen family is in decline now. It is not as rich and powerful as theirs. I admit this."

"So we have never taken the initiative to provoke them."

"But who would have thought that they have been sending people to monitor our every move."

"I don't know which team their people are mixed with. This time, the matter of our ancestral land was passed on to the Luo family."

"The Luo family saw that my father was injured, and the elder also vomited blood."

"As soon as you entered the mountain with your front feet, they led people to kill you with your back feet."

"We didn't bring a large army here this time. We never expected to be attacked by surprise. That's why what happened just now happened."