dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Chen Daji's two hammers can be said to have used all his strength.

Only two muffled bangs were heard, and the Hammer of Raging Sea was bounced high by the black mist, and it hit back against its master's big head.

"Oh shit!"

When his life was at stake, Chen Daji shoved his head back into the tortoise shell.

He didn't forget to reach out and pat, and forcefully pushed the little ginseng baby half-hanging on the shell into it.

The war hammer flew over the turtle's shell, and fell far to the ground with a bang.

Almost hit Gray Six who heard the movement and rushed to help.

Hui Lao Liu was shocked when he saw the "headless" bastard.

"Oh, where's your head, little bastard?! Did you cut it off!?"

Because Chen Dage was shrunk in the tortoise shell, he spoke in a low voice.

"Six, Brother Six, hurry up and pull it out for us. Little Haw's brain is stuck, and he can't get it out!"

Little Shenwa: "Big Haw! Big Haw!!"

Seeing the bastards running around like headless flies, Hui Liu was very angry and funny.

After reaching in and digging out for a long time, I finally pulled out the little Shen baby who was stuck together.

When Chen Dage poked his head out, his face was flushed from holding back.

"Oh my god, is it rebounding?! Lord Ji, I'll let you play it!"

Without any explanation, he took out the slingshot and loaded it with a fart bomb and shot it at the black mist.

Shenwa, who is getting more and more angry, naturally imitated the example: lying down, aiming, and raising her hand to shoot ten bursts: "Da da da da!!"

Facts have proved that even the most vicious ghosts are afraid of smell.

After enduring more than a dozen stinky fart bombs in succession, Hei Wu finally couldn't stand it anymore, and shrank back with a whoosh.

Since then, the blood coffin carried by the eight ghosts finally appeared in front of Hua Jiunan and other "people".

And all the theater troupe fell to the ground without knowing whether they were alive or alive.

The blood coffin felt a "person" coming from behind, and the eight ghosts immediately turned around slowly carrying it.

After feeling Hua Jiunan's unique aura, he immediately went berserk.

"It's been 5000 years, if your lineage is not dead, how can we calm down this monstrous resentment!!"

Just when the blood coffin was about to "do it", a cold snort suddenly came.

I saw a big foot flickering from the sky descending from the sky, stepping heavily towards the blood coffin.

It is the secret technique unique to the Zhiren lineage-Treading the sky!

It's just that Wang San's effect can't be compared with Hua Jiunan's.

The blood coffin let out an unwilling roar, and the resentment condensed into an endless mountain of corpses rising from the ground, facing Bigfoot brazenly.

Like hot magma meeting ice, the moment Bigfoot touched the mountain of corpses, there was a scorching sound.

After a stalemate for a while, the two slowly disappeared together.

What disappeared at the same time was the blood coffin carried by the eight ghosts.

There was only a roar full of resentment left on the spot: "Emperor Jiang Chu!!"

Now is not the time to reveal the relationship, so "Wang San" ignored the blood coffin.

He just waved his big hand secretly to wake up everyone in the troupe.

Then he went back to the house and lay down again, as if nothing had happened.

What he didn't notice was: Xiao Qianyue, who was supposed to be asleep, was staring at the sky with her big eyes like stars.

What was reflected in the eyes was the appearance of a blood coffin.

And the blood coffin is flying rapidly towards Liangzhu...

Backstage: After the troupe woke up, they only felt dizzy and weak.

Seeing Hua Jiunan and the others was like seeing a savior.

"Young, Young Master, you, why are you here?!"

"Just, was it haunted just now, did you see that?!"

For their questioning, Hua Jiunan had already prepared his speech.

"Haunted?! No!"

"When we came over, I saw that you were all dizzy."

"Grandpa Hu said everyone was poisoned by gas, so he asked me to quickly open the four sides to ventilate."

"No, you'll all wake up in a while."

"Gas poisoning?!" Upon hearing this, everyone in the troupe looked suspiciously at the braziers that were still red.

Hu Qingshan naturally cooperated with Hua Jiunan's rhetoric, and smiled.

"It was our poor hospitality that made everyone suffer."

"I'll ask Chen Fu to remove the charcoal fire tomorrow and replace everyone with electric stoves."

Without waiting for the troupe to ask any more questions, Hua Jiunan secretly cast the Requiem Curse.

So they just felt their minds sinking, and subconsciously thought that what they said was right and that they had been poisoned by gas.

Seeing this, Gray Six hurriedly greeted him loudly.

"Why don't we stop here today and stop singing."

"Everyone go to bed early, tomorrow we have to perform all day!"