Push the ghost talker back

The corner of Cheng Yungui's mouth also twitched, sticks and hammers are fine, that hammer...

It was obtained by the two of them when they worked together for the first time, and it has always been shared.At that time, Ming Ran was holding the hammer and said to him with a smile:

"Yungui, I want to use it to commemorate this mission, give it a name."

"You decide."

"Okay," Ming Ran sniffed the bloody smell on it, "let's call it the Killing Plasma Hammer."

This is not right, brother, why is it you who named it, and you who dislike it?

What about the souvenir?What about special meaning?

It must have been stimulated while doing this task, hmm.

Cheng Yungui exited the room and closed the door:

"Don't practice lucid dreaming tonight, just sleep well."

Click.The door was closed.

Lu Mingran was not sleepy, he was hungry, so he rang the copper bell to summon the housekeeper.

The players discussed in private whether the butler was alive or dead, and they came to the conclusion that they should not offend this npc anyway.However, their working attitude is really good, and they will try their best to meet the needs of players in life.

"Sir," the butler came in and bowed, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I want to eat hot pot."

Not long after, the butler came over with a small cart and arranged the things one by one. The tempting hot pot base smell made Lu Mingran swallow.

But there was no meat dish on the plate, not even ham.Lu Mingran asked him, and the butler replied: "Because you need to sign for confirmation."

The system explained for the housekeeper: "The composition of the meat in the lucid dream world is somewhat unknown. If you are unlucky, it was produced in a dungeon..."

Lu Mingran: "...I'd better continue to be a monk."

After eating the hot pot enough, Lu Mingran began to think about this task.

foreigners.

He thought of the blond foreigner he saw on the subway. Usually when a foreigner appears in a ghost story, the direction of the story becomes strangely diverse, and all roads lead to fantasy.

In the previous mission, the Happy House welcomed a newcomer transferred from another villa, a foreigner with a popular name: Jack.

The story has changed since this mission, and Jack is the first foreigner to do something.

Lu Mingran's first target was him.

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Jack knelt on the bed, holding a cross and praying.

But the object of his prayer was obviously not God, he kept muttering about the Earl, and his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the cross.

Not long after, Jack felt severe pain in his left thigh. He lowered his head and watched with cold sweat dripping from the flesh and blood there, and a blood-red eye grew abruptly.

Jack put his hands over the eyes, and his eyes were covered in a fog of blood.

He saw the familiar cold blond man sitting on the throne and asked him lazily:

"The one named Cheng Yungui, I remember he supports the master's faction, right?"

"Yes, Count."

"That's right, let's find out." The man laughed.

At this time, the graceful woman standing next to the man couldn't hold back any longer, and hurriedly said: "Count, I think it's better to kill him directly."

The count said nothing.

The next moment, the woman's neck was twisted and broken.

Jack let out a whimper in his throat.And at this time, in the hazy blood mist, he saw the door of his room move.

Someone is knocking on the door.

Jack put on his pants in a panic, and asked the people outside loudly, "Who?"

"It's me, Ming Ran, here to treat you to hot pot."

ha?Why did you suddenly remember to invite you to eat hot pot?

Jack tried to calm down and said that I still can't get used to your Chinese food, but if you really want me to eat it, it's okay, just bring some in and let me taste it first.

"okay."

After a while, the hot pot and about twenty other dishes were delivered.

Those plates were full of half portions of meat dishes.

The other half of the meat dishes are at Lu Mingran's.

"System," Lu Mingran yelled, "help me find out which plate he vomited after eating, and we won't eat this kind of meat."

The author has something to say: the last update, call it a day.

relatively short.Let’s make a decision, from now on every Sunday every day~Jiu Mi