Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

After a while, there was another voice at the door: "Open the door and let me in."

Ding Yan was startled, and looked at his naked lower body, thinking that this person really wants to come in?it's not good?

He shrugged off, "Don't go in now, I'm not wearing pants."

The person at the door didn't speak.

Ding Yan hesitated, but still didn't open the door, and said, "Just put it on the stool by the door, and I'll take it later."

The person outside the door acted as if he hadn't heard it, and still said: "You open the door and let me in."

Ding Yanxin wondered what happened to this person today, did he take the wrong medicine, but then he thought that he was no longer a boy with no hair, and he couldn't be seen naked, even if this person It's not that everyone can't do it, so he insisted: "Don't come in, I don't wear pants, and now I have bare bottom."

No, the people outside the door insisted more than him: "You open the door!"

Inexplicably, Ding Yan was a little unhappy to be so tough, and said angrily: "What are you doing? Want to see my ass so much?! Are you sick?"

The people outside the door were silent for a while.

Ding Yan thought that the old knife had left, and he was so angry that he wanted to scold someone, when he heard the door panel being knocked, the voice of the people outside the door was no longer like that of Guan Gan, but a kind of indistinguishable male and female voice. With a hoarse voice, he yelled, "Open the door! Let me in! Let me in!"

This is clearly not off.

Ding Yan was yelled at by the voice, and his heart trembled. He didn't know if the voice was from Guan Gan. If the voice was from Guan Gan, then what happened to this old knife? Where did the off road go?

But anyway, the door cannot be opened now.

Ding Yan has heard a lot of Dragon Gate Arrays, and knows that some ghosts cannot easily enter a room without the consent of the owner. Once talking to a ghost, half of the ghost will be dispersed.

He didn't know if the thing outside the door was a ghost, but he saw that when the door panel was being slapped, the door frame was overwhelmed by the loess that "swished" down.

His house is made of clay mixed with wheat straw, and the door panels have been used for a long time. I don't know if they can withstand such a strong force.

If the person at the door is not Guan Gan, then this matter will be easy to handle. He just needs to wait here and wait for Guan Gan to find out and come to rescue him—his trust in Guan Gan has reached a level beyond his cognition. status.If the thing that patted his door at the door was Guan Gan, then... he would feel uncomfortable just thinking about this possibility. If this person is Guan Gan, then he really has no choice but to wait here to die. Although his small body has been trained, once he meets Lao Dao, he is really courting death.

He was wearing a jacket, with a sweat towel wrapped around his lower body, in case the person at the door was really the old knife, he could save the last trace of his face and not die so shamelessly.

Looking around, he didn't find anything convenient that could be used as a weapon. How good is that? Could it be that when that thing came in, would he want to fight it with bare hands?Isn't that even worse?

He set his sights on the small bench next to the bathtub for clothes. Although he disliked its size, he still picked it up.

Talking is better than nothing.

He was holding a small bench in his hand, and a long and wide sweat towel was around his waist. It looked a bit funny, but he didn't care about that much at the moment. Possibly breaking in—this is really breaking in, the small wooden door of his house was ruined by this thing at some point.

what to do?Do you want to open the door and have a fight with this thing?Isn't that way of death more dignified than dying without a fight?He remembered that the stories he read in the books before were all told like this: the great hero is not afraid of the thieves who knock on the door and the window, he opens the door and fights with him after [-] rounds, and wins after three hundred rounds, and saves the beauty bravely—but now he obviously doesn't have the ability to talk about books. The same force as those great heroes in the movie.

He might die faster if he opened the door directly.

Thinking about it this way, he began to regret why he didn't learn more from Guan Laodao, even if he learned a few more tricks, he wouldn't be as scared as he is now.

But it is obviously useless to regret now, he clenched the small bench in his hand, watching the looser and looser door, it was almost over.

He was a little afraid to look at the door, he was afraid, he was afraid that this thing was off-kilter, and he didn't want to die in the hands of this old knife.

He looked at the bruises and bruises on his body, and changed his mind: perhaps, it was a good thing for him to die at the hands of Guan Gan.

Although it may look a bit miserable in the end.

After the last loud bang, the crumbling door finally fell and hit the ground with a loud bang.

What was reflected in Ding Yan's eyes was a monster with black mist rising all over its body and scarlet eyes. It looked at Ding Yan who was holding the bench, and his foul breath flowed down and landed on the ground.

"Hey...hey...hey...it's still on..."

Ding Yan felt that he was simply crazy, and now he was still a little lucky: this thing is not off-putting.

Since it wasn't Guan Gan, there was nothing he couldn't accept in his heart.

He clenched the small bench tightly and roared: "Monster! Look at your grandpa!" He raised the bench and followed the moves he had learned before, attacking the monster.

As a result, before he got close, he was startled by this thing's ghostly scream.

The sound seemed to be able to penetrate the body, piercing the soul, piercing the eardrum, and piercing into the brain, causing him to lose all the strength in his body, and he collapsed against the wall.The bench in his hand was also released, and fell beside him.

It’s over.

There was only one thought in his mind: it was over.

He is finished.

He may not be able to wait for Guan Gan's rescue, he is going to die.

The ghost grinned grinningly, stretched out his hand to him, and squeezed his neck tightly.

Ding Yan could even hear the "click" sound from his own neck, and he closed his eyes heavily without even being able to say the last word.

The last thing he saw was Guan Gan running in with blood on his face.

Old man, why are you here...

Guan Gan exerted all his strength to reach the door of the anteroom, but he only had time to see the tragic death of the young man, and he couldn't even hear his last words.

That feeling of not knowing what it was filled his brain in an instant, depriving him of all reason.

So he couldn't see that there was a ray of white light flying out from the young man's broken body and getting into his head.

"How dare you break ground here!" He yelled angrily, and with a casual move, the shape of a knife slowly condensed in the air at his hand. meaning.

His seal was broken, and such a little monster was like an ant to him, but he still didn't have the slightest intention to let this ant go.

He held the burning long knife and walked towards the monster step by step, red lines appeared on his face, his whole person was like a demon, but he exuded a kind of divinity.

Good match hell fierce god.