A Stick of Hua Zi, I Will Not Be Invaded by Ghosts

"Squeak...

The door of the guard room was slowly opened by Wang Hua.

I saw the originally dark room.

at this time.

It's like being baptized with mucus.

Dizzy pungent smell.

Drill straight into the head along the nasal cavity.

"my God!

"It's this smell again!"

Cover your mouth and nose.

Wang Hua frowned and looked into the room.

I saw the five ghosts wearing protective clothing.

At this moment, it was like falling into the mud.

Mucus dripped all over his body.

Looks like a wolf fox extremely.

".."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Scratching his head.

Although it was the nigger that he had summoned.

Can make such a wolf fox.

06 Wang Hua also felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't say whether it is okay or not, see the truth in adversity.

"Boss, can you add another clock?"

At this time.

The chunky nigger headed by Du Xi said.

It also holds a baton and suona in its hand.

Like a warrior fighting for victory.

Constantly waving the "weapons" on his hands

Taking into account the follow-up can continue to summon.

Plus they look like wolf foxes.

Wang Hua decisively chose to return the goods.

immediately.

Five ghosts have a lost expression.

Carrying their dark coffins.

Blow and beat all the way.

There is a dj that is shaking the sky.

Return to the black hole again.

Wang Hua sighed.

Shaking his head and threw the cigarette butt aside.

But at this moment!

Qin Lu Luyao's voice came from behind!

"Wang Hua! That man moved!"

Hear the sound.

Wang Hua hurriedly looked outside the house.

Just as he turned around.

He felt as if he had stepped on something.

Can be compared to this.

Wang Hua cares more about the life and death of that man.

After all, this is also about the next page of the diary.

at this time.

I saw a man with a knit hat standing not far from the school.

At this time, the speed of movement suddenly increased.

Although not as fast as the original speed.

Comparable to before.

It's more than a few times faster!

And in the eyes of the man in the knitted hat.

He is running in the misty world.

Although you can see the school gate in the distance.

But only vaguely saw the appearance.

at the same time!

The man in the knit hat couldn't help but feel strange.

Why did you run for so long

But didn't you feel the distance shortened at all?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

But the man has no other choice at this time.

Can only run desperately towards the school.

"Squeak"

The harsh brakes.

It rang not far away.

Those two lights that are like reminders.

It kept flashing on his body.

The dawn of hope in the past.

Now..

But it has become an existence that makes people avoid fear.

Also let the knit hat man keep quickening his pace.

I was afraid that the sound and light would catch up.

"Hurry up!!!"

Inexplicable.

The man felt a little closer to the school gate.

This couldn't help but make him feel happy.

The effort paid off.

Nothing is more exciting than this.

What's more, now is the time to flee desperately and race against time.

Men don't want to delay any more.

The pen in his hand goes back and forth on top.

Try to create ghosts again.

Block the urging light behind him.

When running.

How can it be possible to draw things accurately.

No matter how many times you try.

Every critical moment...

Men in knit hats always make so many mistakes.

This also led to all crashes.

"Depend on!

Suddenly tore off the paper on the front page.

The man once again fought hard from the notebook.

The handwriting under the pen is flying and dancing.

But the force of writing is not easy to master.

Sometimes too much force.

Causes the pen tip to puncture the paper.

resignedly.

The man in the knitted hat had to tear it apart and repaint it.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!!"

The rumbling in my ears got closer.

Man 310 also knew that he was on the brink of desperation.

But he was not reconciled.

Not far ahead.

It is the gate of the school.

As long as you can enter it.

Vehicles behind you will be blocked by the electric gate at the door.

Looking at the door that symbolizes survival.

The man in the knit hat couldn't take a breath.

Put away the pen and paper palm.

He immersed himself in a rush.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters.

Only a few steps away.

The man has seen the hope of surviving.

But at this moment!

He felt the soles of his feet suddenly empty.

The whole person stunned a few steps.

Leaped forward

But what makes the knit hat man desperate is

Somehow.

The electric door in front of him closed suddenly.

The harsh rubbing sound rang through my ears.

It was as if he was announcing his death sentence.

For a time.

There was a roar in the man's head.

The brain went blank for a moment.

Chapter 187 He arranged this in advance! Crisis!

at this time.

The audience in the live broadcast room also squeezed sweat for the man in the knit hat.

Looking at the slowly closing electric door.

They also anxiously issued all kinds of barrage.

"Don't froze! Run if you want to survive! You are still lying on the ground!"

"That's it! Hey?! How come this electric door is so good that it suddenly closes??"

"Who knows, maybe this ghost game has put it to the test again.

The audience in the live broadcast room talked a lot.

But at this moment.

The audience in the previous analysis course.

A striking barrage was issued again.

"No! I think this must be a plan arranged by Huashen."

"Think about it"

"Where did Huashen go?"

See his barrage.

Many viewers were silent.

In my mind, I recalled Wang Hua's actions just now.

Suddenly!

They seem to realize something!

"That's right! Huashen was the guard room just now! And the guard room said that it was awkward to look at the door!"

"In other words, is Huashen deliberately guarding the gate to prevent that man from coming in?"

"Although it is such a reason, why is this? It is not that there is any deep hatred."

.."

At this time.

The audience continued.

"I guess it must have something to do with the diary in Huashen's hands."

"Think about it, the man outside the school is performing a single mission."

"If he doesn't die, maybe there will be other tasks waiting for Huashen and them."

"This virtually increases the difficulty of the game."

"It will also destroy the relationship between team tasks and individual tasks."

"Once this balance is broken, there will be too many subsequent variables.

"If it's me instead,

"In a game like this."

"I think I will do the same.

"Although it is cruel, this is also true."

Finished.

All the audience was silent.

really!

If you put yourself in the place to think.

No one is stupid enough to save others.

Put yourself in danger.

at this time.

Their behavior towards Wang Hua.

Affirmed in the bottom of my heart.

Although this is not very good.

But if Wang Hua knew what they thought.

Will definitely drop his chin.

However at this time.

There was a look of despair in the eyes of the man wearing the knitted hat.

The roar of cars behind him.

Already close at hand.

"Maybe"

"I really want to explain here today?"

"Do not!"

"I don't want to end like this!"

Thinking like this in my heart.

The man gritted his teeth and stood up.

But a few steps in front of you.

But it's like a moat.

Dragging the twisted right leg.

The man moved forward with difficulty.

It didn't take two steps.

Weakness under the feet.

He fell to the ground again.

Although I don’t know the death of the man with the knit hat

Does it have anything to do with the diary in hand?

It can be seen that the man is so persistent.

In Wang Hua's heart

The heart of Silk Side was also moved somewhat.

"Hey.

"Whether you can live or not depends on your own good fortune."

I thought to myself.

Bird vodka emerged in his hand.

Start with a wine bottle.

Wang Hua took a few steps back.

He threw it towards the school gate.

Vodka made a few laps in the air.

Cross a beautiful parabola.

He slammed straight towards the man's position.

But at this moment.

That car seemed to be out of control.

Also galloped over.

Like a scourge.

With a (good) unparalleled momentum.

Rolled over to the position of the man in the knitted hat.

If this hit is strong.

A man must be dead on the street.

Blood stains loess!

at this time.

I heard a young roar from behind.

The man in the knitted hat closed his eyes in despair.

Scenes of the past came to mind.

Like a revolving lantern.

Map out his life in miniature.

Exciting sound.

But he brought the man with the knit hat back to reality.

But unable to look back.

He can only wait for death to come. .

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