The new transfer student is strong enough to burst

"Xing Siyuan?!"

Huai Zixing didn't pay attention to his surroundings, and kept shaking Xing Siyuan until several boys and the only girl got closer and closer, almost sticking to his back.

"What's the matter with you guys? Why do you keep relying on—oh, oh shit?!"

Huai Zixing didn't see it until he turned his head.

Ghosts, ghosts everywhere!

The whole house is densely packed, full of dark shadows! ! !

Huadu stood in the center, in a scalp-numbing black shadow, and a ghost with a strange shape was... kissing.

He wanted to say kissing a ghost, my mother? !

The hideous ghost disappeared, Huadu's face was covered with veins, he looked like he had mutated, his arms became particularly thick, his eyes turned to Huaizixing, and he shot towards them at an unrecognizable speed .

The action was so fast and violent that Huai Zixing and the boys had no time to react. At the very moment, An Xue pulled out a huge red scythe out of thin air and forcibly resisted Huadu's blow.

The sound made the eardrums buzz, the air seemed to become hot, and the white mist dispersed.

When the white mist completely dissipated, An Xue's attire had completely changed, shirts, coats, and bandages—wrapped around his hands, neck, and covered the lower half of his face.

Huai Zixing: "You, you, this, this, this?! What the hell?!"

An Xue sliced ​​through the smoke, with the giant scythe in front of her.

Huai Zixing wanted to ask something, but An Xue ignored him, and the mutated Huadu didn't want to give him a chance at all. His thick arm was slashed on the scythe, and the sound of steel and hard objects colliding could be heard in his ears. One moment, white mist will be splashed all over the eyes.

Huai Zixing hugged himself with one hand, barely blocked Xing Siyuan with the other, and squatted down: "What's going on?!"

As soon as he finished howling, a ray of armor came towards him. Huadu avoided An Xue and appeared in front of him. His face was pale, with only two blood holes left in his eyes, and his whole body exuded unbearable heat.

He raised his hand—

An Xue jumped in front of Huai Zixing in an instant, swung his sickle horizontally, and blocked him behind the white mist.

"Ghost." An Xue said, "It's a ghost."

Another bolt of lightning fell out of the window.

The whole house was flooded with silver-purple light.

However, the flowers are gone.

The humming that filled my ears also disappeared.

"Ghosts? What ghosts?" Huai Zixing said, "And your one-click cross-dressing? This doesn't quite conform to the core values ​​of socialism, does it?!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

——In the white mist, the red scythe in An Xue's hand suddenly shattered, shattered into water droplets floating in the air, shattered, reassembled, and turned into a long chain, binding him and the others together.

He heard An Xue say: "Sleep for a while, and forget about it when you wake up."

How can I sleep here?forgot what?

Huai Zixing wanted to ask, but he felt an irresistible drowsiness, his eyelids were heavy, and he didn't have the strength to speak.

There was another thunder, and Huai Zixing closed his eyelids heavily. One second before falling into a deep sleep, An Xue's figure completely disappeared.

"Beep beep, beep beep——"

The bracelet on the wrist kept making noises.

An Xue pinched the wrist chain to make the sound a little softer and less harsh, and looked around by the way.

For the current situation, he is somewhat difficult to evaluate.

how to say?

He was in a building, and he didn't know where it was, or which floor it was, but the one in front of him, whether it was horizontal or vertical, was full of ghosts.

They stared at An Xue, sniffed at the tip of their noses, and then their eyes shone like a beast that hadn't eaten for a long time finally found its prey.

"People, people, human beings!!!"

A ghost yelled, and thousands of ghosts came out from the wall, the ground, and the ceiling, and poured towards An Xue with disgusting grinning and madness.

The lighting in the restaurant is warm.

The hostess who adorned this home once said that eating in a warm place makes one more appetizing.

Ghost thinks so too.

Huadu sat on the table with a half-drunk red wine beside her.

The ghost is kissing him, the earlobes, the corners of the lips, and the neck.

"Will he come back again?" Huadu turned his head a little, keeping a kissing distance, and looked seriously at the ghost in front of him.

"He can't come back, he was injured." There was a big pool of blood not far away - even if it was a celestial master, he couldn't last much longer after bleeding so much.

"Don't you believe me?" Ghost asked while touching Huadu's chin.

Flowers smiled.

He smiled so beautifully, he flicked his eyelashes casually, a little itchy.

"I believe it very much." He pressed against the ghost's face, "I'm just a little worried."

"Hahahahaha." The ghost laughed, "Don't worry, that place is full of ghosts, hungry ghosts! They haven't eaten for a long, long time! They will push him to the ground and turn him over and over before he dies completely Toss and turn, deprive him of everything, imprison him, torture him, abuse him...because they need to eat!"

"Like you?" Hua Du raised the back of his neck slightly and asked with a smile.

"No, it's not the same." The ghost leaned over, hugged him, and licked his neck, "They won't be as gentle as me, I love you the most, I won't let the celestial master disturb you, I will give you what you want everything of--"

"My flower capital."

"Beep, beep—"

The wrist chain was still ringing.

Thousands of ghosts chased after An Xue, probably because they were hungry, no matter which one, there was only one line in their mouth: "I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry!!!"

One ghost scream is noise, and a bunch of ghost screams, stacked together, is mental pollution.

An Xue only felt dizzy and annoyed by the noise, so she forcibly turned on the fire protection spray of the building, and the fine and dense water sprinkled down, and the ghosts lost their sight. Edge flung himself up again, and the knife made of blood pierced into the wall, and he was firmly fixed outside the window.

The ghosts who just want to eat don't have any brains, sticking their heads out one after another, one after another is kicked, and one is kicked after another. The whole ghost can't hear the sound when it falls from such a tall building.

The sound of the wrist chain continued, and the frequency became faster and faster.

An Xue pinched the wrist chain, kicked the gap between the ghosts, looked around, and finally fixed her gaze on the rooftop.

"Beep, beep—"

He re-entered the building through another window and jumped straight to the roof.

The ghosts smelled the smell, gave up the "jumping" action, and followed closely behind.

Crowds of ghosts roared and screamed, blood condensed into various hot weapons in An Xue's hands, but the ghosts were not afraid of being scalded or dying, they attacked in groups like moths flying towards a flame.

On the 46th floor, the blood condensed into a barrier, briefly blocking the ghosts' steps, and An Xue kicked open the roof gate.

The moon here is red.

The young man stood on the highest point of the roof, as if standing in the middle of the full moon. He was wearing a flamboyant red coat, and a row of earrings on his right ear were shining under the red moon.

He seemed to be listening to a song, the leisurely rhythm played from the phone that was left aside.

Seeing An Xue's clothes and half of her face covered, the young man raised an eyebrow: "Are you a celestial master?"

An Xue didn't answer.

He rushed towards the young man, hugged his waist and jumped straight down. At the same time, countless ghosts broke through the gate of the rooftop and poured into the rooftop like a tide.

The beeps of the wrist chain formed a straight line and finally stopped.

"This is the 47th floor! Hahaha, this year's Celestial Masters are so wild?!"

The sense of weightlessness kept coming, An Xue squinted at the young man, and said in a cold voice, "Are you afraid?"

"It seems a little scared." The young man pointed to the ghost jumping down from his head, "Can I record it?"

An Xue "..."

Still want to record, afraid of a fart?

Seeing that the celestial master ignored him, the young man pointed to the bracelet and asked, "What was that just now? I heard it, and it kept ringing."

"Living creatures." An Xue said, "There are living creatures in the building."

"Living creature? Me? Hahahahahahahahahaha!" The young man let out a series of laughs of unknown meaning.

An Xue didn't know why the young man was smiling so happily, and she also didn't know why this young man with no spiritual power appeared in the ghostly space.

He didn't want to care about it for the time being, because the ghosts above his head were angry.

Food—their food, would rather jump off a building than let them fill their stomachs.

No way, no way!

They haven't eaten for a long time!

They went crazy and wanted to suck this human being!

Strange sounds poured from the top of the head, directly hitting the eardrums, the temperature of the surrounding air gradually increased, and there was a faint sound of breaking wind in the ears—it was an attack!

Countless ghosts attacked at the same time, and countless invisible armor lights descended from the sky, enveloping the murderous aura of anger, and the temperature was scorchingly rising, as if the whole body was being scorched by the fire, and the pain like evisceration spread all over the body in an instant.

Wounds—Thousands of wounds were scattered all over the body, and the bandages were cut, and blood oozes, almost staining the entire shirt.

Red blood, red moon, red eyes, overwhelming murderous intent.

An Xue smiled softly.

—he was getting excited again.

"boom!"

The flames exploded in the air, and the night sky was fringed with gold.

The already hot air became even hotter.

The spattered blood coagulated into a rocket launcher, and one after another armor-piercing bullets casually blasted a group of ghosts.

The heat wave is coming.

Almost shook the ground.

Not only the bazooka, the blood scattered in the air condensed into all kinds of weapons, An Xue picked one up and bombarded the sky wildly.

Someone patted on the shoulder, and the young man raised the corner of his mouth: "Did anyone say you are crazy?"

"I don't know." An Xue was addicted to the horrifying killing intent and pain. He was completely different from before, and his voice was full of joy, "But no one dared to hurt me! I like it so much! I like it like crazy!"

"You can blow it up, why did you keep running away in the building just now?" the young man asked again.

An Xue fired another shot at the ghosts, then looked at the young man, her right eye was bloodshot, and raised the wrist chain on her hand.

——A wrist chain that will constantly remind you that there are living creatures.

"A living thing?" The young man smiled, "To save me?"

"Yes." An Xue did not deny that it is the duty of a celestial master to protect ordinary humans without spiritual power.

But then, he pointed the barrel at the young man: "So, why are you here without spiritual power and you are not afraid at all?"

"I'm afraid." The young man replied, "I'm very afraid. I was just sucked in on the way home. Maybe I'm doing them some good? What do you think?"

"I think you can help bomb them together." An Xue threw the cannon barrel to the young man.

"Hahahahaha!" The young man started laughing again, almost crying out of tears. Then he wiped the corners of his eyes, watched the barrel automatically fill the ammunition, and asked, "Do you have any songs you want to hear?"

An Xue fired again, and replied, "Come on Sir."

The young man clicked on the playlist, and the music poured out. He raised the cannon barrel, was shocked by the recoil and lay back, and billows of thick smoke rose into the air.

All I could see were scarlet flames.

What kind of picture is that?

An Xue didn't know how to describe it. It seemed like it took a long time, but in fact it was only a few seconds. They jumped from the 147-meter-high building, doing free fall.

He is not normal, and the young man beside him seems to be not normal either. An Xue rarely meets people who are crazy with him in this state. Everyone is always tied up, this way or that.

As a result, two abnormal lunatics got together, and the gun barrel blasted around endlessly. The feeling of weightlessness spread all over the body, and the sound of explosions rang in the ears. , begged for mercy, was scorched by flames, and finally fell down.

The soft and lazy jazz is sandwiched in the noise.

The moment they landed, the building suddenly lit up. The scalding heat wave broke through the glass exterior of the building, crystal fragments were scattered, and the middle of the building was blown apart. A large number of ghosts and ghosts fled like moths, but they were scorched black by shells all over the sky.

"Hahahahaha!" The young man laughed, his calm demeanor made people forget that he didn't have spiritual power, "How should we get out, this is the domain of ghosts, right?!"

An Xue stretched out her left hand: "Grab me tight."

The young man held him, the weapons in the sky gradually disintegrated, and the blood began to tangle like silk threads.

The side face of the young man illuminated by the fire, his earrings, and the necklace hanging around his neck—maybe it can be called a necklace.

In fact, it was just a black rope with a thumb-length iron nameplate hanging on it, only half.

"Ah." The young man held the nameplate and asked, "What time is it?"

His voice was like a drop of water, together with the entangled blood and An Xue, it disappeared into the almost crazy night filled with fire.

Xilou led the eleventh team to the outside of the villa area.

There is nothing but a little deserted, a piece of peace.

"Huh?!" Xilou kicked the stone away, "What does he mean?!"

After six o'clock, all the members of the eleventh team received a message from An Xue using the code word of the celestial master, asking everyone to rush to the villa area in the outer suburbs.

Xilou asked him the reason, and An Xue answered two more words in code words: Harvest.

"Harvesting?! Harvesting what?!" Xilou stepped on the rock and slammed his scepter hard, "There is nothing, and no one is here? What do you mean? Huh? What do you mean by him?!"

The stone cracked with a "click".

There was a louder "click" sound from above.

Eight high school students who were bundled up and sleeping soundly suddenly appeared at the feet of the eleventh team members. Huai Zixing hugged Xing Siyuan tightly, and several other boys protected the only girl.

Xilou: "???"

Then there was a mournful howl.

A huge crack was torn open in the sky, scorching flames fell from the crack, and there were also ghosts falling together—thousands of ghosts!

Xilou: "...what the hell?!"

Meanwhile, the ghost is enjoying his dinner.

He turned the flowers over and stared closely at his face.

He likes this face so much, likes the half-open eyes with wet eyes, the red cheeks and earlobes, and the crushed voice.

—these are all his things.

"Did you really kill him?" Huadu put his elbow in front of his eyes, trying to keep his breath steady.

"Of course." Guimei has always been confident in his abilities, and he wrapped his palm around his waist and slammed it hard, "He is probably... being enjoyed."

There is a very beautiful clock on the wall.

On the ground, the blood glowed faintly red, and just after the ghost finished saying that, two people suddenly appeared above the blood.

The blood was threaded and floated behind An Xue.

He held the blood scythe in his hand, and his whole body was covered with wounds, but he was smiling, with an expression of extreme enjoyment and obsession, the smile extended from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eyes, and the red right eye made him look a little crazy.

"Tick, tick..."

The pendulum swings from side to side.

At this moment, 19:55.