Can you do some personnel work?

The prompt gave an unknown answer, which made Qin Zheng involuntarily stunned.

Lin Anshen, this guy's parents will randomly refresh every few time periods? !

"what happened?"

Miao Sankuang also noticed Qin Zheng's dazed expression, and asked nervously.

"In an oil painting just now, Lin Anshen's parents appeared. I don't know if they are living people or ghosts."

As Qin Zheng said that, he walked over, but as he approached, the oil painting trembled strangely, as if resisting something.

The puppet grabbed the oil painting with a dazed expression, and the terrifying force from inside almost sent him flying!

What the hell is going on? !Don't pit each other on your own! !

After Qin Zheng approached within three meters, some shrill screams resounded from the oil painting in an instant——

"Don't come here!!!"

Qin Zheng: "???"

What is the meaning of this horrible scream like seeing a ghost?

Even the attention of Zhang Fa and others was attracted, and they all looked at Qin Zheng strangely.

"Don't look at me, I don't know what's going on, I haven't done anything yet!"

Qin Zheng spread his hands innocently. Could this guy have seen him somewhere?

201 , Su Zitu's Deceitful Luck

"Is this painting calling just now?"

Qin Zheng stared fixedly at the oil painting held by the puppet, always feeling that he was approaching some terrible secret.

Does Lin Anshen's parents have anything to do with him?

Seeing the leaders of these criminal gangs approaching, the puppet was so frightened that his whole body trembled, but he still nodded his head obediently.

Although the ghosts in the oil paintings can't afford to offend, but if you offend the one in front of you, you will definitely report to the underworld immediately!

Qin Zheng's brows were all knit together, and he subconsciously took out the ghost-suppressing order, but this time the oil painting fell into silence, as if all the ghosts in the painting had run away.

"Can the white cloth of this oil painting be torn?"

[It is detected that the resentment value of the two ghosts keeps soaring, and the other party is already hiding in the oil painting. If the white cloth is uncovered, the other party will immediately pull the host into the oil painting and kill him]

[According to the judgment, the danger level of the two ghosts is comparable to that of ghost-handed angels. For the sake of safety, please do not remove the white cloth]

"Why does Lin Anshen's parents know my appearance?"

【Phuket Island】

Qin Zheng: "???"

After being silent for a while, Qin Zheng tentatively opened his mouth and said——

"You said if I put this painting in a safe and sink it into the lake, will it save a lot of trouble?"

[It's not impossible, but there is still a risk of being retrieved by ghosts, and if Lin Tushen appears, the host's accessible entrances will also be reduced]

Qin Zheng hesitated, but finally gave up the idea of ​​sinking this thing in the lake.

"You, use these white cloths to wrap it again. You want to wrap it into a rice dumpling, the kind that cannot be untied."

As Qin Zheng said that, he took out a large piece of white cloth from his storage ring, and the thick and large piece made the puppet's eyelids jump wildly.

Why do you carry so many white cloths with you?

"What happened to this painting?"

Zhang Fa came over curiously and asked, the scream just now was very targeted, Qin Zheng won't be secretly provoking such a terrible ghost again, right?

"There are Lin Anshen's parents in the painting, who are at the same level as the ghost-handed angel. I just want to seal it up to prevent any accidents."

Qin Zheng said casually, and directed the puppets who had just finished moving the oil painting to quickly tie up the oil painting.

Now that Lin Anshen was about to face off, he naturally had to get rid of the roots and deal with his parents first!

"Fuck, I still have some locks here, how about getting them together?"

"Bury it!"

"There is a port here, directly consign it to the ship, and then throw it directly into the sea."

"..."

Why do you think more mad than me?

Qin Zheng couldn't help squinting at them, and finally shook his head——

"Just wrap it in a white cloth. If you need to use this painting at that time, just a little fire will do."

"Won't those two things come out?"

"Not for the time being, but the risk is too high. When the time comes, just find a puppet to hang on the oil painting after moving in, and it will be the upper-level insurance."

When Qin Zheng said this, he didn't mean to be shy at all. He stared straight at the puppets, making their scalps go numb for a while.

Pick any puppet...which one? !

"Why are you standing still, why don't you move quickly?"

Qin Zheng looked at them with a smile, and the shovel appeared in his hands at some point, swinging up and down threateningly.

The puppets lowered their heads aggrievedly and continued to follow orders.

There is always a feeling of not seeing the future...

"Which one will you catch and tie it with the oil painting?"

Su Zitu asked eagerly, it feels pretty good that the gangs are cooperating with each other today.

"You can tie whichever one doesn't suit your eyes. If it doesn't work, you can continue to play the white bear country turntable. Just remember to turn the magazine this time."

Qin Zheng said casually, it wasn't about a draft, so he didn't need to pay too much attention to the process.

"I'll leave this to you. I'll go to the person in charge to ask about Lin Anshen and see if there's any other gossip."

"Row!"

Su Zitu happily responded, until Qin Zheng walked away, his expression suddenly became dangerous like a sudden change of face.

After taking out the revolver and a round of ammunition from the waist pouch, she calmly stared at the puppets who were gradually finishing the oil painting.

She glanced at Zhang Fa and the others from the corner of her eye, and after confirming that their attention was not on her side, she ordered in a cold voice——

"All line up for me and stand!"

"Next we need a lucky person to help take care of a certain oil painting. For the sake of fairness, I decided to use the most effective method."

"There is only one round of ammunition in this gun, and they shoot one by one. Whoever is shot will be responsible for guarding the oil painting. Is there a problem?"

Facing Su Zitu's oppressive gaze, none of the puppets dared to make a sound. After all, they also noticed that the brick in this guy's other hand seemed ready to move.

Who knows if the bricks will be pasted immediately after the sound is made!

Ordinary ammunition is just like that. Although it hurts a bit, it passes quickly, and the damage is not too great.

But that brick is different!That kind of pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, the kind that almost smashed out the brain!

Seeing the honest appearance of these guys, Su Zitu nodded in satisfaction, then put the ammunition into the magazine and turned it hard.

"Clap!"

The moment the revolver was ready, for some reason, the puppets instinctively became nervous.

There should be no problem?

After Su Zitu glanced around, he finally chose the leftmost puppet, aimed decisively and pulled the trigger.

The next second—

"Bang!!!"

There was a loud noise without any warning, and under the terrified eyes of the puppets, a flower of blood burst out between the brows of the unlucky ghost, and the whole person fell powerlessly to the ground and twitched continuously.

"Huh?! Did you hit the first one?"

Su Zitu was stunned for a moment, and after hesitating for a while, he filled in a new round of ammunition and turned quickly again.

"Clap!"

When she was ready, she stared at the second puppet again, and explained kindly——

"It might have been an accident just now, let's try a few more times."

Pull the trigger again.

"Bang!!!"

"..."

Looking at the second puppet that was shot down, Su Zitu fell into deep thought.

It shouldn't be, I have changed the magazine this time, and there is only one round of ammunition, how can the hit rate be so high?

Is it possible that everything you watch on TV is a lie?

"What are you doing here?"

Miao Sankuang was also attracted by the movement here, and asked with some doubts.

And Su Zitu looked at her, and his eyes couldn't help but brighten——

"Three Maniacs, just help me to see if there is something wrong with this gun. If I play a roulette, how can I be able to hit it with one shot every time?"

"No way? Let me try."

Are you guys going too far!

The puppets looked at the two violent elements, and they felt bad...

202. Is it your problem or my problem?

"I'll try."

Skillfully reload, turn the magazine, aim, and pull the trigger.

"Crack!"

No ammunition was fired, but the puppet's breathing stopped for a moment in fright, and then it collapsed on the ground like the rest of its life.

Missed!I missed it! ! !

"Isn't that okay?"

Miao Sankuang returned the gun with some doubts. This gun is not a special cursed thing, and it doesn't have such an outrageous effect.

It must have been bad luck a few times before, right?

Su Zitu took the revolver in a daze, and tentatively pulled the trigger again toward the escaped puppet——

"Bang!!!"

The puppet fell to the ground in response, and the whole person fell to the ground, twitching crazily.

Miao Sankuang watched this scene with eyelids twitching wildly, took the revolver and reloaded a round of ammunition in disbelief, and then aimed at the next puppet.

"Crack!"

It was still empty, but instead of relaxing, the puppet stared at Su Zitu nervously.

Even if the other person shoots himself, as long as the gun doesn't fall into this person's hands, what the hell is the difference between this and a 100% hit! !

This time Miao Sankuang didn't return it immediately, but pulled the trigger again and again——

"Kakkaka..."

"Hiss—is this my problem or your problem?"

Looking at the revolver in their hands, Miao Sankuang and Su Zitu fell into deep thought.

"There are two shots left, one of which is, you try again?"