The ultimate ghost expert

Bai Xiaochuan shouted loudly.

"Ding, all the ghosts suddenly realized that the insanity doesn't kill you, did it come from here? The blood value is increased by 128!"

"Ding, all the ghosts are thinking about it, this person is cruel, we are all mentally ill, and the blood value is increased by 128!"

The group of ghosts were stunned, this one is really fierce, no wonder the group of ghosts in front ran faster than the other, and dared to run into a bully.

Is it okay to not pretend to be mentally ill?

"Wang..."

As soon as a ghost yelled, Bai Xiaochuan had already killed it like lightning, and then saw a head flying up.

"There are already too many dog ​​mental illnesses, affecting the ecological environment..."

Bai Xiaochuan scanned his eyes, and the ghosts were startled.

Only then did I realize why the ghosts in front of me acted as various animals.

but……

Now that I think about it, it hurts a bit. The group of two poles in front have all played up, so what are we pretending to do!

"I... I'm a maggot..."

A ghost suddenly had a flash of inspiration, lying on the ground and twisting forward!

Bai Xiaochuan: "..."

Even Bai Xiaochuan was shocked by this unique skill, you are so creative!

I almost believed your ghost, thinking you were really a maggot!

Bai Xiaochuan raised the knife and fell, the ghost pretending to be a maggot was cut into two pieces by him immediately!

All the ghosts were dumbfounded!

"Ding, all the ghosts are shocked, can't you just pretend to be a maggot? The blood value increases by 127!"

"As a maggot, he doesn't eat poop, and it's also unsightly. If he is not a creative maggot, he should be killed!" Bai Xiaochuan said indifferently.

Nima!

A group of ghosts almost sat on the ground, everyone is mentally ill, please stop talking about logic like that!

Now it's a bit embarrassing, I have to think about how to play well, if there is something wrong, maybe I will be killed again.

Just like pretending to be a maggot, if you pretend to be a maggot, it’s not good for you to pretend to be a pest. It’s even more annoying to become a fly, okay? Killing you is equivalent to eradicating the pests.

The ghosts hesitated for a while, and Bai Xiaochuan ordered the killer.

A figure moved back and forth in the hall, red shadows flew, and the screams of ghosts rang out one after another.

What the hell, this is really brutal!

Only then did the ghosts know why the ghost above ran faster than the rabbit, because they were no opponents at all.

It's useless to be forced to resist, whether it's a fist or a paw, hitting someone is better than scratching it.

What to do then!

Role-playing, the previous ghosts have already set an example.

But it's a bit embarrassing to think of a suitable role for a while!

If he doesn't play well, it's a matter of losing his head. Jiangcheng has such a mental illness, and he is mourning for the ghosts in Jiangcheng.

Li Ziwen was used to it by now, although it was a bit outrageous, it was fun.

A boss is a boss, pretending to be mentally ill is top-notch, and his acting skills are really good!

Bai Xiaochuan killed more than a dozen ghosts in a row.

The rest of the ghosts don't care about thinking, just trust in fate...

"I'm a hairtail..."

"Kill, there is no hairtail that ran to the shore!"

"I am a small bird……"

"Then fly one to show me, can't it fly? Kill..."

"I'm a bastard..."

No one cares.

This Daxi, turned out to be a bastard who is mentally ill and ignores it?

But how does this bastard get away? With that, I'll roll forward!

The ghost playing the bastard rolled all the way towards the door.

When he got to the door, he immediately got up and ran.

A figure suddenly rose from the ground, jumped over the ghosts, and stopped at the door.

"Aren't you a bastard...how did you stand up..." Bai Xiaochuan pointed his sword at his chest.

The ghost was so scared that he almost cried!

"Because... because... Wang Ba was born..."

The ghost said with a crying voice.

"Oh, then you are a bastard now!" Bai Xiaochuan asked with sideways eyes.

"I'm bastard..."

What the hell, a hundred thousand muddy horses galloped past the ghost's heart, and for the first time in his life and after his death, he thought he was a bastard.

"Haha, it's good to have bastards, just in time for soup..."

Before he finished speaking, the Ghost Head Knife appeared from behind him.

I can't rest my eyes!

The ghost who played the bastard couldn't understand until death, why this is a psychopath who loves to drink bastard soup!