Thousands of demons fell for me

"what!"

A spray of blood splashed in the air, butler Sun quickly withdrew his hand, leaving four shocking scars on the forearm of his right hand, the bones were deep enough to see the bones, and blood was still oozing out.

The black figure fell to the ground, staring at Butler Sun with hostile green eyes, his furry back arched high, and a low "whoosh" sound came out of his mouth, as if he was threatening him.

"It's you bloody stinky cat again."

After seeing the culprit who attacked him clearly, Steward Sun was so furious that he aimed the launcher in the direction of the black cat.

The situation was critical, Luo Xingchen couldn't think too much, pulled off the tape on his wrist, took two steps forward, directly grasped the front end of the launcher with his left hand, pulled it towards his chest, stretched his index finger forward, Caught the spring used to control the launch, the sharp steel needle pierced the palm of the hand slightly, and a few drops of bright red blood spilled out.

"You, what are you doing?"

Butler Sun didn't expect such a situation to happen, so he couldn't help but panic. He tried to pull the launcher out of Luo Xingchen's hand, but he couldn't pull it out at all.

"Forget about that cat, it's your time and mine now." Luo Xingchen smiled slightly, and grabbed Butler Sun's wrist with his other hand, "Didn't we already agree?"

At the same time as releasing the launcher, he also performed his ultimate skill of shoulder throw, throwing Butler Sun in a semi-circle in the air, and threw it onto the hard floor with a "bang".

Butler Sun let out a miserable snort, and the launcher came out of his hand. Before he could get up from the ground, Luo Xingchen stepped heavily on his chest with his right foot.

"Don't worry, I'm here to make you a whole body horse killing chicken. It's guaranteed to be fun and comfortable."

He grabbed Sun Butler's left and right wrists with both hands, and pulled them upwards vigorously at the same time. He heard two "clicks", and Sun Butler screamed, and both hands were dislocated at the same time.

After nearly 3 minutes of free service, Luo Xingchen took off the keychain on Butler Sun's body, and then brought the roll of tape that tied him up before. After using almost half of the roll, Butler Sun, who dislocated his wrists and ankles, was strong. Wrapped up tightly, only a bruised and swollen head was exposed, so that the other party would not suffocate to death.

He tore off two small pieces of the same size from the tape, pasted an intersecting cross on Butler Sun's mouth, and then dragged Butler Sun, who was tied into a large ball of tape, into the storage room next to him, and searched him with Get out the keychain and lock the door.

The black cat secretly licked up the few drops of blood that dripped on the ground, and seeing that Luo Xingchen had finally finished his work, he hurriedly moved forward, rubbed his head against the opponent's trouser legs, and called out "meow meow" twice.

Luo Xingchen thought that the little guy was frightened, and slowly squatted down, reaching out his hand to hug the black cat to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, the black cat jumped onto his lap first, stretched its neck towards his injured palm, and licked it lightly with its slippery tongue.

The wound on the palm was crisp and itchy, and it still felt a little numb, but the warm current did relieve the pain a lot.

What is even more surprising is that the tiny wound healed slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Luo Xingchen can now be sure that this is not an ordinary black cat, but some kind of spiritual creature with divine power. Even if someone is willing to spend 10 yuan to entrust him to find it, it is not surprising.

After licking the palm of his hand, the black cat didn't seem to be satisfied, so he stood up on his feet again, and stretched out his short tongue to lick Luo Xingchen's neck.

The tip of the tongue was only 0.1 cm away from the neck, but a pair of hands firmly grasped it under the armpit, and carried it back to the ground again.

"Okay, don't make trouble." Luo Xingchen gently rubbed the black cat's head twice with the palm of his hand, and hugged the black cat on the soft leather sofa, "Be good here."

After placing the black cat, he turned to Qian Xiaoyu who was lying on the ground, breathing evenly, and seemed to be fine.

He cut open the tape on Qian Xiaoyu's body with a razor blade, and pinched the opponent's body a few times.

Qian Xiaoyu opened his eyes, sat up instantly from the ground, waved his hands wildly in the air, and shouted hysterically: "Bastard, I will fight with you!"

"Be sober, it's me."

Luo Xingchen gently grabbed Qian Xiaoyu's wrist, and pulled it towards him, finally calming him down.

"Xingchen, as long as you're fine." Qian Xiaoyu looked at Luo Xingchen, almost weeping with joy, he wiped the corner of his eyes with his fingers, and asked with lingering fear, "Where's that bastard Butler Sun?"

"It's locked in there." Luo Xingchen pointed to the storage room on one side with his thumb, and handed the small launcher with steel needles that he had confiscated from Butler Sun to Qian Xiaoyu, "Chef Wei went to bury it in the wheat field." The corpse is gone, I'm afraid it won't be long before it will come back, you take this to protect yourself."

Qian Xiaoyu was stunned for two seconds, took the transmitter, and said worriedly: "Let's run away before he comes back."

"You can't run." Luo Xingchen walked to the sofa, pulled out the kitchen knife that Zhao Shiyun had stuck on the armrest before, and shook it twice in his hand, "There are other survivors in this manor. If we run away, they It's dangerous."

Now that he knew there were survivors in the manor, Luo Xingchen naturally couldn't leave them to die.

He got up and walked to the window, looking at the wheat field in the distance through the muslin curtain.

Chef Wei stood in the wheat field in the distance, with his back turned to his direction, carrying a big shovel in his hand, and was still digging a hole hard.

If the three people in the manor were all wanted robbers, it would be impossible to pass the news of the homicide here to the town, so everything Butler Sun said before was probably lying.

In order to get in touch with the outside world, he asked Qian Xiaoyu to go to Zhao Shiyun's room, and tried to use the computer in the bedroom to send a distress message.

He walked into the kitchen, put the kitchen knife back on the knife holder, lifted a black pan on the stove, and pulled out a half-meter-long rolling pin from the drawer.

The door of the mansion opened inwards. Luo Xingchen hid behind the door on one side, holding a pan in his left hand and a rolling pin in his right. Once Chef Wei returned to this room, he would give him a shot from behind. Remember to be a sap.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Qian Xiaoyu still hadn't come back, but the sound of heavy footsteps came from outside the door, as well as the ear-piercing sound of the tip of a knife rubbing against the ground.

In less than a moment, Chef Wei strode in from the door without noticing him hiding behind the door.

Luo Xingchen clenched the handle, took a step forward, lifted the frying pan, and threw it at the back of Chef Wei's head.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a dull bang, the gate of the mansion suddenly slammed shut.

Chef Wei was taken aback, and immediately turned his head, just in time to meet the black pan held in front of his eyes.

The bottom of the pot hit his forehead, leaving a black mark, and even the black-rimmed glasses on his face were smashed to the ground and shattered.

"Damn my eyes."

Chef Wei covered his forehead with his hands, and took two steps back in pain. Without the two high-magnification lenses, his vision suddenly became blurred.

Luo Xingchen took the opportunity to retreat to the side, distanced himself from Chef Wei.

"Bang bang bang..."

At this moment, there was a series of noises in the room, all the other doors and windows were closed almost at the same time, even the thick curtains were drawn down, and the light in the room was extremely dim in an instant.

The sky outside the house resounded with the roar before the thunderstorm, and the light coming in through the crack of the door gradually changed from white to dark red. After the "boom" thunder, there was a torrential downpour.

"crunch..."

All the doors and windows that were originally closed were slowly opened one after another, and the sky outside was filled with dark clouds, but those clouds were all dark red, and even the rain that fell was as bright red as blood.

"Woooo..."

There was a low-pitched cry from a woman outside the door, and a headless body suddenly appeared in the rain and slowly floated over from a distance.

The long white dress on the woman has been completely dyed bright blood red by the rain.

When she was about to float to the door, the woman stretched out a hand to Chef Wei who was standing in front of the door, with a mournful voice in her chest, "My head, give me back my head."

"No, not me!"

Chef Wei's face was pale, he lifted the iron bucket in his hand, and threw it in the direction of the headless woman.

The iron barrel passed through the woman's chest, and the woman's body dissipated into the air like a cloud of smoke and disappeared without a trace.

"Go, where did you go?"

Chef Wei looked around in panic, but suddenly a burning pain came from his left cheek.

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, a red bloody palm print appeared on Chef Wei's left cheek.

He just covered his left face, and there was another "slap", and there was a bloody palm print on his right face.

"Ah, there are ghosts!"

Chef Wei screamed, covered his red and black face with his hands, and ran in one direction desperately.

Due to blurred vision, he was running in a panic, and within two steps, he tripped over something round and fell to the ground with a "plop".

At the same time as he fell, the thing rolled towards his eyes. After getting close, he finally saw clearly that it was a woman's head, facing him, with the corner of her mouth greatly split, revealing a penetrating smile.

"what!"

Chef Wei screamed again, got up in embarrassment, ran towards the stairs, grabbed the handrail of the stairs and ran to the second floor.

There were a few chuckles in the hall, and the woman's figure slowly appeared in the room. She floated in front of her head, bent down to pick it up with both hands, and slapped it on the ground a few times, looking in Luo Xingchen's direction , and asked coquettishly: "Handsome guy, I'm so bored by myself, do you want to play ball together?"

"No." Luo Xingchen said flatly, "I still have to find my friend."

Qian Xiaoyu spent too long in Zhao Shiyun's room, and he was a little worried.

The female ghost pursed her lips and snorted coquettishly.

Just as Luo Xingchen turned around, there was a muffled "pop" sound from the wall in front of him, and a red palm print that was still bleeding down gradually surfaced on the wall.

He couldn't help but clenched the pan and rolling pin in his hand.

There was another sound of "pa pa pa pa", and dozens of bloody palm prints appeared on the wall one after another, connecting one by one to form a red love heart.

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"small theater"

The headless female ghost looked at Luo Xingchen affectionately: Handsome guy, do you want to play ball together?

A certain attack who felt green: How dare you hook up with my wife, and I will let you finish the ball later!