Welcome to the world of strange dreams

"Yunke will guard the altar, and the rest of you will follow me."

After a while, when the spell burned out, Luo Zhao issued an order.

At the same time, there were a few "swish" sounds, and all their game shells were shattered.

It's like taking off your skin and revealing your true self.

Thinking about it, this was originally a boundary illusion created by Zhen Xiaotao. Now that he has focused on the dirt track, the scene here cannot be maintained. The whole scene is blurred, and others no longer have to pretend.

Only then did Fu Minghui realize that this battle was only attended by all the people they were cleaning, and there was no external aid.

The images in other games are just shadows.

It looks lively and bluffing, but those that can be controlled remotely by the team members still have some combat effectiveness, and the rest are purely decorations.

After all, Luo Zhao didn't want to reveal the secret of her powers, at least not all of them, so in the end they took it all in one place.

"Come on, babies."

Luo Zhao, Zhang Jianhui and Lu Dachui cooperated tacitly. After Lu Dachui shouted, he jumped directly into the place where the ghosts were most concentrated, which was equivalent to a group of ghosts.

But with his optimistic voice and attitude, someone who didn't know it, as if he had jumped into a pile of beauties, was actually a little happy.

This is his attitude towards life: as long as I am happy, others will be unhappy

On the other side, Luo Zhao and Zhang Jianhui went directly to the place where the black energy was thickest.

Click! Click!

As they approached, the sound of the chains became more violent, and they were obviously moving more ferociously.

These are either voices from the heart or sounds in the environment, so Luo Zhao and Zhang Jianhui can determine the direction without Fu Minghui's reminder.

They work in tandem, protecting each other and acting as horns for each other.

These two are the two most powerful people in the department and even the bureau.

The black mist rolled and suddenly condensed into something like a thick rope, and like a poisonous snake, it suddenly emerged from it with great power.

Fu Minghui was completely useless at this time, because she couldn't hear any inner voice, only Grandpa 402 kept shouting: Die! die! I'm going to die!

I never knew that death could actually become a person's long-term hope and desire.

At this moment, Fu Minghui hated the family members of Grandpa 402 extremely. For personal gain and money, and for himself to be able to lie down in peace, he took advantage of the country and could lie on the body of his seriously ill relative and suck blood. Loosen their fangs.

Is that human being? Worse than beasts! Even a real vampire has to surrender!

But even without her help, Luo Zhao and Zhang Jianhui still caught this sudden move.

Fu Minghui's superpower is a very powerful auxiliary. With her superpower, teammates can quickly and accurately end the battle and avoid casualties.

But at this time, she couldn't receive the message, her powers couldn't be used, and they could fight alone. It will take a long time, and it will also face great dangers.

Fu Minghui felt that she had not seen Di Luo Zhao wield his lightsaber for a long time.

At this moment, he is more handsome than Sephiroth, and even more invincible!

The thick rope was cut cleanly.

Unexpectedly, the rope seemed to be alive. After landing, it rose up again, as if it changed from a giant python into two slightly shorter snakes and continued to attack.

"You cowards, are you so courageous? Show up if you have the guts."

"What's the point of just hiding behind others?"

"Aren't you very capable? You can capture people's souls and bring them here."

"You can also exorcise ghosts, control corpses, and do a bunch of messy things. You actually want to come back to life and help that bastard named Tong come back to life."

"You are so powerful, why don't you show your face? Is it because you hide your head and show your tail?"

Unable to listen to his inner voice, Fu Minghui began to carry out psychological attacks.

We can't let everyone be fighting while she is idle here.

Even Yun Ke, who was guarding the altar, wanted to fight the scattered ghosts who were not attracted by Lu Dachui.

There is not enough manpower to clean a place, and everyone has to wear two or even more hats.

Zhang Jianhui is so good at fighting, he is the second best in the department, and he also has the position of computer hacker.

Their game images are all the work of Lu Dachui, a makeup artist who is now trapped in a crowd of ghosts, busy and pretending to be an expert makeup artist.

It is the credit of the formation master Yun Ke to encircle this place into an independent position that is not affected by the outside world. But even she has to fight now.

What surprised Fu Minghui was that Yunke's weapon was a comic book with a special plant that could carry electric shocks. It mainly focused on a simple and crude thing, that is, smashing...

As for her, her martial arts value is scummy, but her abilities shine brightly.

Now that the superpower is useless, he must at least do something else to be worthy of being a person in the same place.

Even if she is supernumerary.

"Are you so ugly that you can't be seen? Who are you, Quasimodo?"

She was talking nonsense, originally thinking that it would be nice if she could distract the other person. But there was no reaction before. When the last words were spoken, the black mist immediately rolled abnormally, which showed the fluctuations in the other party's emotions.

Fu Minghui has always believed that attacking other people's looks is the most LOW and disgraceful thing to do.

She always feels disgusted when someone attacks an actor's appearance on the Internet.

But at this time, she felt keenly that the other person seemed to be particularly concerned about his appearance and was easily provoked. Then, she doesn't need to be polite to her enemies.

Why are you so venomous?

It's a pity that she has always been stupid and was raised to find it difficult to speak harshly to others. At this moment, I can only desperately recall the short jokes I read on the Internet, regardless of whether they are correct or not. In short, it is just a burst of crazy output.

Give me a photo of you, and I’ll take it home to ward off evil spirits.

Oh, have you got a genetic mutation? Are the monsters in Ultraman your true character?

It turns out that you are quite kind-hearted. Are you afraid of scaring someone to death by not showing your face? Or do I have to poke my eyes out when I see you?

I think you're quite suitable here, you may look more ghost than ghost.

Does your body look like crap? Is there anyone who looks like it? Or, come out for a walk, I can bear it very well.

Luo Zhao was fighting, but in his busy schedule, he really wanted to touch his forehead.

He really wanted to say that she didn't have to be like this, that he could win against her, but it would just be a little more troublesome.

But she wanted to help so much and worked so hard, so she had no choice but to let her go.

And I have to say, her "assist" actually worked.

He felt that the opponent's aura was in chaos, and if he continued like this, he would be able to win it soon.

"Go to hell!" Sure enough, under Fu Minghui's vicious attack, a voice suddenly came from the black mist.

It was clear that they couldn't help it, they were all deformed, and they couldn't tell the difference between male and female.

At the same time, something like a wooden sign was thrown out of the black mist and headed straight for the thorn bush where Fu Minghui was.

How could Luo Zhao put Fu Minghui in danger? His backhand was just a sword.

The wooden sign was cut in half from the middle, and a stream of red smoke actually came out from the damage, and then dissipated.

"Oh, this is a witchcraft. I've seen it in Southeast Asia. It's a bit like a poisonous insect. Once bitten, the person is finished. Oops."