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Chapter 893 Do you call this stuff peripherals?

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    The cultural man¡¯s words made Jiang Beiyu realize his situation.

    He has been unlucky since he was a child, but his life is still there, but now, ordinary ghosts can no longer get close to him.

    The bad luck seemed to be gone just like that.

    But after hearing what Su Nanzhi said, he suddenly realized that maybe, he was not completely gone.

    At this moment, Jiang Beiyu heard a slow knock on the door.

    A cool breath came through the crack in the door.

    Jiang Beiyu: ""

    He said expressionlessly: "Su Xiaozhi, do you want to open this door?"

    Su Nanzhi thought for a while and stood up: "It's better to open it, so as not to damage the hotel door and have to pay money."

    Jiang Beiyu: ""

    He stood up and pulled the little girl behind him.

    Su Nanzhi: "I'm not afraid."

    Jiang Beiyu: "I know you're not afraid, and I don't think the person outside the door is particularly powerful. You hide behind me first. When I meet someone powerful next time, I'll hide behind you again, and you protect me."

    Su Nanzhi: "?"

    You may want to return to being single immediately.

    Jiang Beiyu is indeed quite shameless.

    Sunan Zhigan is at a disadvantage.

    She felt her heart stop, "Oh, then go ahead and open it."

    Jiang Beiyu didn¡¯t know that there was an unscientific law in this world: some ghosts just like to be flashy.

    Jiang Beiyu saw the light of blood before he even got close. The red blood with brown blood seemed to be flowing in.

    A slender hand opened the door.

    Outside the door, the smell of blood was as strong as the sky.

    Jiang Beiyu: ""

    No one likes this stinky smell, right?

    When you catch your eyes, blood is still dripping on the wall, falling drop by drop. The corridor is wide and deep. Due to the weather, it is also extremely dark here. Looking forward, it seems that you can't see the bottom.

    Jiang Beiyu: ""

    He looked back at the little girl behind him: "Su Xiaozhi, is it too late for me to regret it now?"

    Su Nanzhi couldn't help but sneered, "It's too late."

    Jiangbei Yu regretted it too late.

    He accurately spotted the ghost in the direct direction above his head. He had long hair and long robes. He could not tell whether he was male or female, but his red lips were somewhat scary.

    But the sophisticated Jiang Beiyu has questions: "Didn't you say the Tomb of the Corpse King? How come this kind of ghost came out?"

    How does it have anything to do with "corpse"?

    The taste of this thing seems to be comparable to that of pervert: vulgar.

    Su Nanzhi said in an understatement and to the point: "It's been buried for thousands of years. Is it normal to be around my own production site?"

    Jiang Beiyu: You call this thing peripheral?

    Jiang Beiyu was numb.

    He watched helplessly as the hand above his head slowly stretched out and reached down. The target seemed to be Jiang Beiyu's head.

    "Hehethe brainis delicious"

    For a moment, Jiang Beiyu wondered if he was hallucinating.

    ¡°This thing was obviously a murderer before his death, and he loved human brains.

    Perhaps for this reason, the ghost that Jiang Beiyu saw in his eyes had a large back head, as big as a swollen rotting corpse. The sparse hair could not block the pitted lines, and the face was no longer that of a normal person, with protruding bones.  He stood up, his eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were white, his teeth were yellow and black, and saliva drooped down.

    Like a wild beast.

    "Ice mist gradually rose in Jiang Beiyu's hand. Before his hand could be touched, it instantly condensed into ice. The next second, he squeezed hard, and the arm turned into ice chips and fell into the blood on the ground.

    The ghost was enraged.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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