Why don't you have a normal person on board?

Chapter 90 As long as you think about it, no matter what
"And then?" A dead man expressed great interest in the next development, and hurriedly asked what happened next.

The only female deceased looked at the solemn dead people around her with weird eyes, and couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her. Among all the people present, she seemed to be the only one who couldn't empathize at all?

Tong Qiu continued to speak: "Just as I was sweating profusely because of anxiety, a bit of coolness suddenly seeped into the damp and hot bed."

His narration is vivid and specific, especially every syllable will change correspondingly with the change of the plot, and it is very easy to introduce others into the story he tells.

"It's not just the coolness, besides the obvious biting coolness, I also feel that something has penetrated into my bed." Tongqiu suddenly raised his voice, "At this moment! I feel my leg, hit something!
"I lowered my head and looked at the object that protruded into my bed from outside the bed and touched the edge of my skin. At this moment, I suddenly realized that this thing is actually it!"

The dead people subconsciously straightened their backs.

"I found out that it was actually a pack of paper!"

"Why is it drawing paper again? Are you making fun of us?" The female deceased couldn't understand what was so frightening about the horror story Tongqiu told. Isn't this pure nonsense?And why does every horror story he makes up have a paper draw?

But Tongqiu's horror story was not over yet, "The moment I saw the paper being pulled out, I felt something was wrong, so I lifted the quilt off myself.

"The next thing I saw was my mom's face, and... the gratifying smile on her face."

At this point in the horror story, all the dead breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away the sweat that didn't exist on their foreheads, "Oh my God, this story is too scary!"

"Yes, yes, this story is so real, it's almost like telling the story of what I personally experienced. I haven't heard such a hearty horror story for a long time!"

"I want to record this horror story in my notebook, it is very useful for reference."

Listening to several other dead people's comments on this horror story, the female dead person was at a loss.

Is this my problem?What is there to be afraid of in this story?Could it be a gender issue?Can telling a horror story be sexist?Can't it?
Seeing this, Tongqiu snorted twice in satisfaction, "See? As I said, the horror stories I tell must be very scary."

"It's really scary, but it's not convenient for you to tell us, did you experience this story yourself? I feel that you have supplemented the details very well."

Hearing this, Tongqiu stared at him, his face flushed with anger, he grabbed the dead man's neck and argued, "Don't defile people's innocence out of thin air! Who said I have experienced this myself? Don't I know how to lock the door? Everyone is an adult, don’t you understand such trivial things? You are slandering! You are slandering me! You are slandering me!”

The dead man who was grabbed by the neck almost lost his head. Seeing Tongqiu's reaction was so strong, it hurriedly stopped Tongqiu's behavior, "Okay, I understand, this is not something you have personally experienced , I understand, please let go of my neck, it's about to break..."

Seeing the dead man repaying his innocence, Tongqiu gave up and let go of the dead man's neck.

But at this time, Tongqiu's physique had already been strengthened by extraordinary power. Even if he did not deliberately use extraordinary power, the current Tongqiu's physique was by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.

After all, even a normal person who has been exercising can hardly cut off a person's neck, but Tong Qiu did it.

The dead man's head had drooped on his chest. If it hadn't been for a dead man in the first place, he would probably be too dead now.

"So, what should I say?" Tong Qiu looked at the dead people in front of him, "Is this horror story enough to save you?"

All the dead people looked at each other in blank dismay. Although one of the female dead people couldn't understand what was so scary about the horror story just now, being able to scare the rest of the dead people was enough to prove the gold content of this horror story.

"Well, you're qualified." These dead people suddenly began to turn into dust and began to float in the air. At first glance, they thought it was Thanos snapping his fingers with the infinite gauntlet, "We haven't heard horror that can satisfy us for a long time. The story is over, thank you, this party can finally end."

Tong Qiu felt his nose itchy and sneezed.

"I'm sorry, some of your dust flew into my nose... Can you change the place and let me stand on the wind? I don't want to suck you into my lungs."

Looking at each other again, the dead people moved their positions and stood in the direction of the downwind.

Watching the dead people turn into dust and disappear from his field of vision, Tongqiu didn't say much, just stepped forward to go to the place where the monk was.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, Tongqiu felt as if he had kicked something.

He lowered his head, the second child who was mad at him just now was still lying on the ground, and hadn't been rescued with the rest of the dead.

"Monk, let me ask you a question." Tong Qiu dragged the dead body of the second child out of the monk's cage, "Does it mean that if we turn them into ashes like just now, we will be saved?"

"Amitabha," the bald monk gave a one-handed salute, "Why should the donor stick to the appearance? As the saying goes, it doesn't matter if the lights are turned off, whether it's a mule or a horse. As long as you can feel from the bottom of your heart that they have been saved , they must be able to go to a better place!"

Listening to the words of the bald monk, Tong Qiu always felt that the proverbs that this man just mentioned were a bit strange.

But in the final analysis, the words are not rough.As long as he feels that he has transcended, then he must have transcended, and the form is not that important at all!

About a minute later, the bald monk heard a clanging sound coming from the next door, and turned his head curiously to see what Tongqiu was doing.

At this time, Tongqiu had already set up a barbecue grill next to the cage, and then put the second child on it, spread firewood underneath, and held a lighter in his hand.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Tong Qiu didn't turn his head back, "It's just helping it out."

"Extra? Why do you feel like you are having a picnic?"

"Didn't you say it? As long as you think it's what it is, the form doesn't matter. I just need to turn it into ashes. As for how it changes, is it important?"

The bald monk didn't know what to say for a while.

It still seems... so reasonable?

　In addition to paying attention to protection, everyone should also pay attention to keeping warm. Not only is my mother's sun now, but also my mother's cold. I am really speechless
　　
　
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