The new transfer student is strong enough to burst

To be honest, the scene in front of me was a little embarrassing.

The two sides were silent for a few seconds, and the young man said, "Wow."

He turned to An Xue: "Are we sure we didn't come to the wrong place?"

"..." An Xue's wound was still bleeding, and the excitement had not faded away. He stared at the ghost, "No, it's here, will you hide?"

"Of course." The young man hid aside, An Xue threw the blood scythe into the air, the blood scythe broke into several sections, turned into several trigger grenades, An Xue grabbed one, and threw it directly in the direction of the ghost.

The ghost hugged Huadu and turned to hide.

The grenade brushed past the ghost and landed in the corner.

This is the case for a few shots in a row, and the general will avoid it and miss it.

Ghost sneered: "Although I don't know how you got out, it's obvious that you're not suitable for this."

"Really?" An Xue picked up a new grenade and flung it lightly towards the corner of the wall. The grenade rolled around on the ground and hit another one.

Then, "Boom!"

Several grenades exploded at the same time, and the wall behind him was instantly covered with cobweb-like cracks, and began to collapse with the sound of bricks rubbing against each other.

An Xue smiled, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a very handsome and crazy arc, she bowed and rushed over like a leopard.

It would take [-] seconds for the whole wall to collapse. His speed was a little faster, maybe [-] seconds. The blood scythe made a flower, and with another hook, An Xue appeared in front of the ghost like a thunderbolt, and cut off his right hand. , under the surprised eyes of the ghost, he raised his foot and kicked under the collapsing wall.

The bricks and tiles were broken all over the ground, and the entire wall collapsed, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the ghost was crushed under the heavy wall.

The youth whistled.

Huadu put on his coat, and the collapsed wall did not move at all. It will probably come out in a while.

Ghosts are not ghosts that are good at melee combat, otherwise they would not have attached to Huadu just now, and chose to throw An Xue into another dimension.

An Xue stood not far away, the wound on her body was healing automatically, the blood crawled into the wound, evaporated and fused, and thin white mist emerged, blowing around in the night wind.

Huadu curled up one leg, leaned her chin on her knee, raised her face and asked An Xue, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

An Xue's emotions also dissipated a little bit, and there was nothing to be excited about for the time being.

"That's not my job," he replied.

Huadu pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "You did it on purpose, to let me see your face on purpose."

He saw An Xue walking towards the collapsed wall, with the blood sickle in her hand slowly turning into a crowbar, dragging along the ground, step by step, slowly approaching the ghost.

"Yeah." The sound of the crowbar being dragged was clear but harsh, An Xue said, "You're not right, I've felt something wrong since you hit me. But that's just my intuition, I can't doubt you for no reason, just rely on Instinct to catch people, the Celestial Master Bureau is going to be messed up."

——On the subway that day, there were two ghosts.

One with a low IQ chose to hijack the subway, and the other one, hiding in Huadu's body, happened to sit opposite An Xue.

Huadu continued his words: "So you deliberately didn't change your uniform, but just painted a spell on your face. If I were an ordinary person, my memory would be erased. If I was really related to ghosts, I would come to you."

"Half and half." The brick rolled down and smashed a corner, An Xue raised the crowbar, "I didn't get the uniform that day."

Huadu laughed, then jumped off the table and stretched out her hand: "Next, can I come?"

"Yes." An Xue handed him the crowbar.

At this moment, 19:57.

The strange young man walked around the living room and found an old-fashioned record player. He took out a vinyl disc from the drawer, and after a few seconds of noise, slow and deep music floated out.

An Xue and the young man met eyes, and the young man said with his mouth: "Music is a physiological need."

An Xue walked towards him and agreed, "Indeed."

Old-fashioned songs filled the living room and dining room. In the soft melody, ghosts crawled out from the pile of bricks and tiles. Huadu raised a crowbar and smashed him on the back of the head with all his strength.

"laugh--"

The warm, green liquid splashed onto Huadu's face, it was the ghost's blood.

Huadu was expressionless, unable to hear the ghost's howl, ignored his roar, and threw on him one after another.

Green blood stained his clothes, pants, hands, face.

Sticky and dirty.

Huadu asked him: "He lives in a very ordinary family, and the life is very ordinary, very ordinary. It should have been ordinary forever—"

"Until a thunderstorm."

"The whole family is dead."

"Tell me, why is that?"

Another flash of lightning, followed by thunder.

With a sneer, Huadu knelt down, picked up the ghost's head, and forced him to look at her—even though that face had been smashed into a mess by the crowbar.

His voice was very low, as if the anger that had been hidden for many years was finally able to vent, he said: "Because, a hungry ghost ate them all."

It is impossible for him to forget the scene at that time.

Here, in this house, when he opened the door, the smell of blood hit his face.

With only half of her body left, the mother crawled out of the dining room with bloodstains all over the floor. When she saw Huadu, she said with the last of her strength, "Run, run, son."

Dad couldn't move anymore. My sister was hanged on the fan, and the fan was still spinning. He saw my sister was thrown into the air with his own eyes, and all the bones in her body were broken. Like a piece of paper, she fell limply on the ground. My sister was eaten Only bones remain.

The shadow-like, grotesque ghost threw down his sister's skull, rushed to him, sniffed his neck, and let out a tooth-piercing laugh: "It smells so good, it's my favorite." smell."

Ghosts, living on the essence of human beings.

The flowers that day were all turned over and over in front of his dead relatives in the bloody house.

Deprived, tortured, humiliated.

He started smashing again, hitting the ghost with a crowbar like venting his anger.

He has never been so hearty, his back is wet, it is sweat, or it may be the blood of ghosts splashed all over his body.

He is just an ordinary human being, unable to resist, unable to escape.

So many years passed.

many years.

After the thunder, it finally rained, pouring down, just like the weather that day.

Green blood mixed with rainwater.

Huadu stood up with the crowbar, and slammed the ghost's face fiercely.

He laughed out loud, but it sounded like he was crying. He didn't know, and Huadu himself didn't know if he was crying, because his face and body were wet from the rain.

"You..." The dying ghost slowly raised his hand, he wanted to grab Huadu.

But he couldn't help it, because An Xue appeared in front of him, stepped on her hard, her wrist bones were instantly shattered, and the ghost lowered her hands powerlessly.

Then, An Xue pulled out the blood sickle again, the sharp sickle hooked the ghost's neck, and the cold light flickered.

The music came to an end, little by little, and gradually weakened.

20: 00.

The restaurant bell rang.

An Xue raised the blood sickle.

The ghost was crying, but he didn't feel much. It was just the work of the celestial master. He had given the final blow to many evil ghosts.

At this moment, a huge coercion suddenly erupted from behind, and the irresistible pressure almost fell from the sky. The young man who clearly had no spiritual power appeared in front of An Xue in the next second, and gently pinched the blood sickle.

As if being immersed in water, the blood sickle gradually began to melt.

"Little Heavenly Master, can you let me take him away?" The young man asked with a smile.

An Xue's eyes lit up - he didn't answer, but let go of his hand, stood up, and the blood turned into a new blood sickle, which slashed straight at the young man.

The young man didn't dodge or dodge, he raised his hand, and caught the blow lightly and delicately.

At that moment, the whole house began to tremble, the air seemed to be knocked open, transparent ripples continued to spread outward, the glass was shattered, and debris scattered all over the ground.

The eleventh unit, which was dealing with ghosts in the villa area, came to a sudden standstill.

——It was a spiritual force powerful enough to immobilize them!

Spreading out from a certain villa, their muscles began to tremble unconsciously, uncontrollable and unrestrained.

In the house, the dying ghost was in the middle of the attack. He suddenly screamed and began to struggle and tremble. He seemed to finally realize who was standing in front of him.

He looked at the young man in horror: "It's you! It's you! Why are you here!!!"

An Xue protected Huadu, he started to laugh, laughing heartily, his right eye turned red again, and his eyes even shone brightly: "Hahahahaha! You are so strong!"

——He has never met such a strong person! ! ! !

"General." The young man picked up the ghost like a small animal, "Can I take him away? I promise you, I will make his life worse than death, can you?"

The ghost trembled, his whole body exuded a stench, twisting his body like a bug: "No! No! You can't take me away!!"

An Xue didn't want to care about their conversation, nor did she want to know why the young man took this ghost away.

He is so excited now! !

He swung the blood scythe and started to attack. The young man resisted with his bare hands, every blow was a frontal hit, and he resisted head-on, with a shocking and immobile coercion, but An Xue was excited, getting more and more excited, blood It rushed to the mind, as if being scorched, it was astonishingly hot.

He kept approaching the youth, his attacks and emotions were unreserved.

"How did you do it? You just didn't have any spiritual power!!"

"You are so strong! You are the strongest I have ever seen! Are you a ghost?!"

"No wonder, I laughed so happily when I heard the living things just now! Because all ghosts are not living things, right!"

He was aggressive, but the young man was always able to handle it with ease. His tone was a little helpless: "When I went crazy at first, I even talked too much, little madman."

An Xue became even more excited, his cheeks were slightly red, showing an expression of extreme obsession: "Be serious, okay! Fight me seriously! I'm looking forward to it!!"

The young man let out a low laugh, and raised his hand to defuse An Xue's attack.

The blood scythe melted again, and the blood droplets floated in the air. The young man took advantage of the opportunity to pull An Xue over, and held his left hand. The bandage on the index finger was loose, and it rolled down, and the fingertips were dripping with blood.

The young man gently sucked his fingertips in his mouth.

"Very sweet." He commented.

"Really?" An Xue grabbed the young man's collar and pulled him down. The two of them got very close, breathing, earrings, nameplate, and facial features clearly.

The shadow of a young man was reflected in the blood-red eyes, An Xue said in a turbulent tone that was almost uncontrollable: "Want to have a fight with me?"

The young man felt a little regretful: "I can't do anything today, I just came to take him away, little Heavenly Master."

He bit An Xue's index finger again, leaving a tooth mark on it, and slowly licked the blood on his fingertip.

It's itchy, itchy.

An Xue's breathing quickened, and her exhalation gradually became hot.

The record player started playing music again, very light, very light, the young man narrowed his eyes: "See you next time, little madman."

Then, he disappeared the next moment, along with the ghost.

There is no need to worry about the follow-up of the villa. Huadu and the other members of the courageous team are safe and sound. Slowing down, he kept rubbing his fingers on the tooth marks until Xilou let out a heavy sigh.

Huadu's memory cannot be erased, he stayed with the ghost for too long, and his body was once occupied.

"No." Xi Lou shook his head after trying, "If you forcefully clear it, there will be a long period of blankness, which will damage your brain."

"Okay." Huadu smiled, with subtle and complex emotions in it, no one wanted to remember these things, it was too painful.

Xilou also understood that it was rare to be quiet.

"I won't say it." Hua Du said.

Xing Siyuan Huai Zixing and the other members of the Courageous Team were still sound asleep, Huadu took off his jacket, covered the girl, and asked, "I want to go back alone, is that okay?"

"Yes." An Xue said.

Huadu curled her eyelashes and waved: "Then, see you at school."

"En." An Xue nodded, and then, the car drove into the driveway and disappeared into the night.

Huadu put on her mask and hat, and walked on the way back.

He also bought two bottles of red wine and returned to his usual place.

It was a not-so-big bachelor apartment, not decorated much, with only a few common pieces of furniture.This is the 32nd floor, and you can see the city at night.

He leaned against the bay window and poured red wine into wine glasses, two wine glasses—one for him and the ghost.

Outside the window, vehicles are noisy, neon lights are winding into lines, and the moonlight is cold, falling on the labyrinthine streets.

Spending too long, too long with ghosts.

Long enough for him to figure out the abilities and characters of ghosts.

They are cruel, but they want love. They are not suitable for melee combat, but they have the ability to deceive people.

So he would always hug the ghost when being enjoyed, and say to him over and over again: "It would be great if you could fall in love with me too."

He couldn't resist, and never resisted, he used Ghost's favorite expression, favorite posture, well-behaved and obedient.

After Guimei fell in love with him, he said again: "You love me very much, don't you? You can give me the life I want, right?"

As a result, his life began to become more logical. He stepped into the entertainment circle, with constant resources and high popularity, because ghosts and ghosts can confuse people and bring him everything he wants.

He demands from the ghost, and the ghost will demand from him in the same way.

Every day, every day, every day.

Then, he encountered a subway hijacking, and he saw the face of Tianshi.

That day, when Huadu was indulging in ghostly eating, he hugged him with trembling arms: "What to do, I am very scared, that celestial master, he is sitting opposite us, I am afraid that he will arrest me, I am afraid that he will let me Let's separate, I'm afraid he will make me forget you."

The ghost was silent for a long time, finally, he made up his mind, put his arms around Huadu who was standing by the window, and gently sniffed the back of his neck: "Let's go and kill him, let's kill the Celestial Master!"

He called his name: "Huadu."

Huadu finished his red wine, and there was another glass, he fell on the bed, the pure white sheets were splashed with red.

Then he drew the curtains, opened the door, walked out of the room, and closed it.

Unbearable, humiliating, disgusting and disgusting—

Everything in the room was shut into darkness.