After pompom enters Hades

The little pompom was hummed softly from behind, and it was so frightened that its fur exploded into cotton candy.

The children were also terrified, even Sun Beibei, who was very courageous, was so scared that she shed tears, but she still cared about her most beloved velvet rabbit.

Sun Beibei didn't dare to turn around, but only dared to turn her head slightly less than 5 degrees, and said in a very small voice: "Rongtutu, don't turn your head..."

Sun Beibei's voice was full of fear. The children had played this kind of game many times before at the request of Teacher Li Tong.

When the little ghost girl Lan Lan was not the handkerchief thrower, something extremely terrifying must have happened...

The little pompon with its five senses is extremely sensitive, and can even hear the inaudible sound of the handkerchief falling behind him.According to the rules of the game of throwing the handkerchief, now the little pompom should turn around and catch up with the thing that threw the handkerchief.

The little pompom pretended not to hear, Sun Beibei wouldn't let it turn back, it would never turn back!

But this whole game is a ritual of worshiping ghosts, and there is no room for any mistakes and the process gets stuck at the pompom.The yin energy above the entire playground rioted in an instant, and the wind was buzzing!Countless ghostly mist turned into bone-piercing sharp blades and stabbed at the little pompom.

A few children even cried out with a wow, the fluffy rabbit is going to die...

Behind the little pompom came the giggles of children, as if waiting for the little pompom to be tied into a hedgehog.

Seeing the yin qi condensed into a sharp blade, stabbing towards him, the little pompom was embarrassed to open his mouth to eat directly, but yawned big to cover up:

"Ha~"

All people and ghosts are stunned.

The dense fog-like cloudiness on the playground has been reduced by more than half.

For a moment, it seemed that no one understood what had happened. Many children still had tears in their eyes, staring blankly at the cute and intact big velvet rabbit.

But the little pompom could feel that the mood of the thing behind him became extremely bad.

The next second, the malicious handkerchief song sounded again, and after the thin boy's voice sang "Put it gently, behind the kid's back", a piece of handkerchief fell onto the little pompom's head with a snap.

Little Pompom: "..."

No, I'm stupid!

I still don't know who you put the handkerchief behind.

So, in an almost stagnant atmosphere, the little pompon old monk sat on the spot as if he had settled down, and then... the whole big pompom shook its hair vigorously.

The handkerchief fell.

The ghost sacrifice ceremony came to a standstill again.

The little pompom could feel something approaching, panting angrily and heavily.The fluff on the back of the little pompom's neck was shaken slightly by the cold breath.

For a moment, the little pompom was even afraid of the thing behind him, lost control of his emotions and threw away the handkerchief and went straight to hurting people.

This extremely tense atmosphere lasted for a few seconds, and the little pompom could feel that the cold thing picked up the handkerchief, and sang the song again:

"Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief..."

Although it is still a child's voice, it is sharp and piercing, and the lyrics can hardly be heard, and it is more like the hissing of a wild cat in the middle of the night.

With the sound of that thing singing, the fog-like Yin Qi in the entire Yucheng seemed to have heard some kind of call, rushing towards this small nursery.

That thing behind her was... scary.

The fluff on the back of the little pompom stood up, and the weird child's voice had already sung "Don't tell him", this nursery rhyme was like a cipher text ordering Qian Jun.

After it finishes singing, the ghost sacrifice ceremony will probably become another level of horror.

Many children covered their eyes with their hands, not daring to look behind the little pompom, but even the most timid Xiaoyu didn't dare to cry at this time.

Pompom could even feel the sinister pleasure in the singing behind him.

"Hurry up, hurry up and grab him."

"Hurry up, hurry up..."

Just when the child's voice was about to finish singing the last sentence, there was a loud noise from the iron gate of the nursery, bang bang bang!

Everyone present was taken aback, including the thing behind the little pompom, the last half of the perfect death-defying nursery rhyme broke the sound, like a rooster with a high-pitched tone, hiccupping its stuck.

Heiwuchang knocked on the iron door politely, then pushed open the iron door and walked in like no one else, just like a parent who visits the child in the nursery at normal time, looked at the playground for a few seconds, then smiled gently and turned towards the " Playing games" came the children.

The aunt in the cafeteria was terribly frightened by the thing that appeared behind the little pompom. She turned against the ghost again, and when she saw the parents walking towards the ghost sacrifice ceremony, she hurried over to stop her:

"Parents can't come in, are you crazy?"

Hei Wuchang didn't seem to notice that this game of hide-and-seek was wrong, and walked straight into the thick ghost fog like ink, and at the same time said in a gentle voice:

"Rainbow Nursery can visit and play games with the children. What's the problem?"

The yin energy of the ghost sacrifice array seemed to be sensed, and it surged like a giant python, as if it wanted to smash the intruder into mud.

Hei Wuchang, whose cultivation base was less than 5% of his body, did not confront each other violently, but asked as if he hadn't noticed anything: "Can I participate?"

Many children nodded vigorously with crying voices. When they were terrified to the extreme, the children still hoped that the terrifying thing would catch the adults instead of themselves or their little friends.

Hei Wuchang instantly became a member of the sacrifice, walked straight through the big circle, picked up the little pompom, and whispered in that fluffy little ear:

"The thing behind him is the son of the ghost emperor. He is extremely powerful. Don't look back easily."

The little pompom was puzzled: "Chirp?"

Hei Wuchang replied softly: "The evil and insidiousness of the underworld for thousands of years have turned into such a soulless dirty thing. Zhao Wen and this Western ghost emperor are crazy, but they are still pampered like a baby... Actually In fact, no matter how many ghost concubines he marries, it is impossible for him to have real heirs."

That thing behind is the Ghost Prince?No wonder it's so horrible...but it smells so good.

Although the little pompom was a bit greedy, he was still very worried: "Chirp?" It's so powerful, so what should we do?

Heiwuchang caressed the soft fur on the back of the little pompom, and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

The little pompom was even more worried. Hei Wuchang's current cultivation was only slightly better than that of Zhang Yujin and Zhang Yu. If it was Zhang Yujin and the others who met the prince of the ghost town, they would definitely have to die.

Hei Wuchang used to use ghost energy to hurt the enemy, but the scary thing behind him was completely transformed by ghost energy.

At this moment, the ghost emperor's son was completely enraged!

The piercing ghostly aura was blocked a lot by Heiwuchang, but the little pompom could still feel the sudden coldness behind him, and the sharp whistling sound like howling wind circling around the periphery of the big circle:

"Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief..."

The lyrics are still the familiar nursery rhyme, but the sound is as sharp and piercing as the tip of a knife across glass. The thing moves very fast, and when it circles to the position directly in front of the pompom, you can only see the back of the little figure sitting on the ground , drifting through a cloud of fuzzy and distorted black mist.

Many children were so frightened that they burst into tears.

"Put it gently behind the children..."

The whistling sound is mixed with a child's voice full of malice. This kind of sound that seems human but not human is extremely strange and piercing.

"Everyone, don't tell him..."

The whistling sound increased by another octave. At this rate, only bats can hear the whistling sound. The little pompom's sense of hearing is much sharper than that of humans. ear.

At this time, the thing that was circling wildly around the sacrifices suddenly stopped.

The little pompom could feel that the thing was behind it and Hei Wuchang, so close that it was almost behind the two of them, and the immature childish voice whispered softly:

"Heck, hurry up, catch him, hurry up..."

The fluff all over the little pompom stood on end in fright, waiting with bated breath for the last sentence of the song. At this moment, Hei Wuchang took out a silver-gray pistol from his arms with lightning speed, turned around and Aiming at the ghost prince's head——

boom! ! ! !

The little pompon didn't dare to turn back directly, but covered his eyes with his plush paws, and looked behind him fearfully through the gaps in his paws.

When the little pompom felt that Heiwuchang drew his gun, he immediately felt that his side was finished. Even in the special mediation office, he only had no mana, and only used bullets to fight ghosts when there was no other way.

The bullets of the special investigation department are really weak...

A very inconspicuous silver bullet instantly shot into the head of a one-eyed, noseless, pure black child whose mouth occupied half of his face.

The terrifying son of the ghost emperor, with only a pea-sized scar on his forehead, and the blood-red one eye in the center of the brow bone, burst out with strong malice and contempt, and opened his mouth to bite Hei Wuchang's neck.

next second...

Boom! ! ! ! !

That inconspicuous little bullet exploded.

The ghost prince who used to be extremely terrifying is now like a big bag of potato chips that have been trampled on, and the delicious chips are all over the sky...

Bright black crystals of brittle ghost energy smashed down.

Little pompom: "???"

Hei Wuchang put away the enhanced version of the silver-gray pistol, and explained lightly: "This is a condensed product of the bullets of the special tune department. It is not enough to drive it with the cultivation base of Zhang Yu and Zhang Yujin, and the cost is relatively high."

The little pompom reluctantly accepted the reason that the equipment of the boss and the staff was too different, and asked dumbfoundedly, "How many special bullets were concentrated in the bullet just now?"

Heiwuchang thought for a moment: "One thousand?"

Little Pompom: "..."

Then Hei Wuchang took out the porcelain vase of small pompon snacks from his bosom in an obedient manner, and put it between the dazed little pompom's paws: "These are too many to eat all at once, pack them up and eat slowly as snacks. "

The little pompom took the small porcelain bottle tremblingly, and said stiffly: "This seems to be someone's little prince..."

Heiwuchang was silent for a few seconds, then took the porcelain bottle and quickly filled the crisps on the ground, and said almost calmly: "It's already a snack ghost crystal now."