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"Old irons, get dry!
Swipe a wave of gifts if you have a gift,
The rich hold a money market,
? Those who have no money to support their own field,
Free glowsticks to wave!
at last,
Let us take another wave of 66666666! "
The old Taoist roared hoarsely, his voice was almost hoarse, but he kept waving his arms, vigorously, sweat was already flowing from his forehead, and his body was almost half soaked.
He who just appeared on the stage before, still has a sense of immortality, with a decent sense of immortality in his gestures.
But right now, he looks like an old rock fanatic. Just now, he has sung more than a dozen songs in a row, and they are all the kind who raise their voices and yell, yelling so hoarsely that they seem to be coughing up blood at any time.
"Prince Daoist, your own people are all your own people, stop singing!"
"Daoist, my mother asked me why I knelt down to watch the live broadcast. I knelt down for you, don't sing Daoist!"
"Actually, it sounds pretty good."
"Upstairs +1!"
"If you don't know how to appreciate it, go away. The Taoist priest uses bel canto, which combines the rhythm of classical music and also incorporates some ethnic styles Sorry, I can't make it up anymore."
"The Taoist priest hasn't started the live broadcast for half a year, and he probably encountered some difficulties. He wants to vent."
"The Dawn of Victory sends a plane: Daoist, come on, keep singing, you're singing so hard I'm dying."
"The evil Zhengtaikong sent a plane: Daoist chief, come on, lick your little pipe, blah blah!"
"Fuck, that guy has appeared again, kill him!"
"Catch and hit!"
The old man panted heavily, then looked at the barrage and smiled: "Next, what program do you want to watch?"
"The coin is flying, that trick will be done again!"
"Upstairs +1!"
"Sword dance, punch!"
"Shout Mai!"
"As long as you don't sing anything
"
"Okay, then I'll sing a song for everyone!"
The old Taoist cleared his throat, and it seemed that he was ready to continue singing.
"" Shuiyou No. 1.
"" Shuiyou No. 2.
"" Shuiyou No. 3.
The old man tuned the song directly,
This is a "Funeral Song" by Xiao Yiqing.
"Sleep, sleep,
Please don't hesitate anymore!
Go to sleep, go to sleep,
Forget about all the sorrows"
"Do you think he is crazy?"
Tang Shi, who was standing next to Zhou Ze, suddenly said.
Zhou Ze shook his head and said calmly: "It's the person you were waiting for. He came back today, so you are happy."
"Actually, he just feels uncomfortable." Tang Shi said, his expression gradually became colder, "Do you know, the old man gave that monkey a name."
"Oh? What's it called?"
"cockroach."
Zhou Ze would not say that this is very similar to the name of a small reptile.
"Xiaoqiang, Lao Dao's former roommate, they met in Rongcheng."
"What about others?" Zhou Ze asked.
"died."
Zhou Ze pursed his lips.
"In order to help us escape, he died."
Having said that, Tang Shi paused and continued:
"So, it's not just about being happy about having him back.
actually,
This is a revenge,
today,
It is not a day to celebrate the return of old friends,
is the day of vengeance,
blood debt,
Blood compensation. "
With a wave of Tang Shi's finger, the red ink on the bar immediately splashed out, and wrapped around Tang Shi's wrist, as if wearing a blood-red bracelet, which was dazzling.
"I don't understand." Zhou Ze shrugged, "Since you have already escaped, and some people made sacrifices for it, why did he take the initiative to go back?"
"Before I answer this question, can I ask you a question?"
"Just ask."
"The temple god from last time, and the one from a while agoCan't get out of hell, but let him escape every time.
This time,
I will no longer be unwilling and angry.
Liang Chuan looked around the crowd with a blank expression on his face. Behind him, the white cat was wagging its tail boredly, and even licked its paws to groom its hair from time to time.
"I can give you a choice."
Little Lolita took a step forward and stood in front of Liang Chuan,
"Be obediently let your soul escape from your body, and let us take you back to hell directly. You escaped from there secretly. Now, going back is your right way."
The long-bearded man pondered: "If you force us to do something, you have to be clear that you will never escape this time. If your soul goes back, at most you will be punished and enter the animal realm. It is better than disappearing completely."
"oh."
Liang Chuan responded,
He knows,
These ghost messengers want to save effort, and want to come to a soldier who will surrender without fighting. It is difficult for them to move in the world, unless they are willing to choose a physical body to live in, but this also means great risks and uncertainties, so they He is very low-key in Yangjian, and dare not be too hands-on.
Immediately afterwards, Liang Chuan looked at the faceless woman beside him, and said:
"You caught her?"
The Faceless Woman raised her head, her hair was loose, and on her flat face, the facial features of a woman began to emerge. She was in pain, she was struggling, she was roaring, and she was roaring at the same time.
she died,
The soul was taken away by the Faceless Woman.
Liang Chuan licked his lips,
slowly lowered his head,
"It's the second one."
They took the lives of their friends to force themselves to show up,
them,
It worked.
"Killing a living person would damage our morality, and we are not willing to do so. It's also your own ignorance."
Little Lolita continued:
"If you obediently didn't resist at the beginning, the two of them wouldn't have died. Besides, we also know that you still have a few people who have a good relationship."
"Is thisanother threat?"
Liang Chuan asked with his head down.
"I'm just stating a fact. We are ghost messengers, guardians of the order of the yin and yang worlds. You can't resist us."
"hehe¡¡¡¡"
Liang Chuan slowly raised his head,
His eyes,
A piece of red!
Little Lolita's heart trembled suddenly, and she prepared herself to guard against the violent attack of the young man in front of her.
However,
Her body suddenly trembled,
A bone hand pierced through her soul body at this time, and she almost froze in place. Then, she turned her head in disbelief and looked behind her,
bearded man,
Eyes are red,
Showing a struggling face,
He is obviously under control!
but,
How can it be!
A face to face,
Directly control one of the most senior ghost messengers present!
Why is this so,
Why is this happening?
Liang Chuan raised his head,
open mouth,
Slightly slanting his neck,
The ten fingers began to flick in the void in front of them, as if they were playing the piano:
"Shh,
This song,
Did you hear that?
This is,
The "Funeral Song" I played for you. "(Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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