The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 79 Can you please post the link so I can buy one?
[No, how come you have everything? God, look at it yourself and see if it's fair? I'm getting anxious! ]

[This is a paper figurine. Can it be used after burning? ]

[Referring to the helicopter just now, it should be usable, right? I just don't know how powerful it is. 】

The thing in Song Mang's hand attracted everyone's attention, causing her live broadcast room to become popular again on the forum.

Currently, the netizens who are active in the forum are basically experts who have completed several copies.

Although everyone has a lot of ghost cards and ghost weapons in their hands, no one has ever seen anyone use paper to deal with the weirdness.

Suddenly, the screen was filled with rewards.

Many people sent comments urging Song Mang to use the paper pistol quickly, and some even expressed their desire to buy it!
[Host, host, I'll give you ten rockets in a row. Burn that paper pistol quickly and show me its power! ]

[I can take the top spot on the list now, can you sell me the paper pistol?! ]

[Link, link, I want it too! ]

[I want a paper helicopter. Do you have any? If you do, I will give you a number one spot! ]

Song Mang didn't even look at the barrage now.

She held a paper gun in her hand and pointed it at Zhang Minghua's head.

Zhang Minghua's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but say, "You... don't do this, we are one, if you kill me, you will die too! Put down the gun!"

Although Song Mang had not yet burned the paper pistol in her hand, Zhang Minghua, as a weird person, could feel the terrifying power from this paper pistol.

Song Mang glanced at the paper pistol in his hand, smiled and said, "I just want to scare you, why are you so scared? What you said makes sense, we are one, how can I bear to kill you."

Song Mang put away the paper pistol.

【? ? ? ? ? 】

[No, what are you doing? This weird woman wants to kill you, why don't you take action quickly? ]

[What happened? Has the anchor been assimilated? ]

[Ahhh, I don't care, I want to see the paper pistol kill Weird, shoot me now! ]

Although Song Mang put away the paper pistol, she took out a pair of paper scissors from the storage space.

Zhang Minghua was relieved when she saw Song Mang put away the paper pistol.

As a result, Song Mang came over, reached into the picture frame with a pair of paper-made scissors, and cut off a large clump of her hair.

Click, click, click!

Song Mang cut her hair into a mess on the spot, making her hair look like it had been bitten by a dog.

“Ah! What are you doing?!”

Zhang Minghua couldn't help but scream.

"I can pull you out by pulling your hair, right? What if you have no hair?"

Before Zhang Minghua could react, Song Mang took out a paper electric shaver and shaved all the hair on her head flat.

Soon, only a shiny bald head was left on the vase in the picture frame on the wall!

Song Mang nodded with satisfaction. "Although this is my first time giving a ghost a haircut, my skills are pretty good."

“You—you—!”

Zhang Minghua was so angry that her voice was shaking. Her eyes were as big as copper bells. She stared at Song Mang, her eyes were full of bloodshot, which showed her anger.

Duang!

Suddenly, there was a crisp knocking sound.

The audience saw Song Mang took out a wooden stick at some point and kept hitting Zhang Minghua's bald head.

DuangDuangDuang!

Song Mang: "Amitabha, I am sorry for making you unhappy. But it doesn't matter, I will just knock on the wooden fish to add some merit to myself."

audience:? ? ?
Zhang Minghua:!!!

[Sister, don't be too outrageous!] [Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Why do I feel so weird about this painting that my face is twisted with anger!]

[It feels so fun! Streamer, give you one dollar, let me play it too! ]

In the picture frame, Zhang Minghua's face was distorted and he roared in extreme anger.

"Are you done yet? I will fight you!"

Duang!

When Song Mang hit Zhang Minghua's bald head with a wooden fish stick, Zhang Minghua's face suddenly opened up with a bloody mouth and fiercely bit Song Mang's wooden fish stick.

"what?"

Song Mang wanted to pull the wooden fish stick back, but Zhang Minghua held it tightly with his mouth, and bursts of thick black ghost energy surged out of the picture frame in front of him.

Zhang Minghua's eyes turned bloodshot

As Song Mang pulled the wooden fish stick, her cheeks seemed to be pulled up and protruded from the painting, trying to use the force to leave the frame.

Song Mang simply let go of the wooden fish stick, and Zhang Minghua's face bounced back into the picture frame.

Because Song Mang loosened his grip so suddenly, Zhang Minghua had no time to react at all. With a bang, the wooden fish stick hit her face hard.

The wooden fish stick fell to the ground.

Zhang Minghua became even more angry, "Go to hell! Even if my soul scatters, I will take you with me to be buried with me!"

The mouth on Zhang Minghua's face opened wider and wider, covering almost two-thirds of his face.

A strange black vortex appeared in her mouth, and a force surged out of it, entangled Song Mang, and pulled her body towards the frame.

Song Mang had retreated several steps and was two meters away from the portrait.

The force wrapped around her neck and quickly pulled her in front of the portrait.

In the portrait, Zhang Minghua's mouth continued to grow bigger, and it seemed that he was about to bite Song Mang's head to pieces.

[Why did the anchor suddenly stop moving? Run away quickly, Zhang Minghua is about to bite her! ]

[There was a strange black line on her neck. Something must have grabbed her and she couldn't run away! ]

[Ah? What should I do now? ]

[I'm really impressed. Couldn't you have just shot Zhang Minghua in the head with the paper pistol? You had to play with abstraction. Now you're in big trouble!]

The audience saw that Zhang Minghua's mouth was like a black hole, filled with a large number of sharp shark teeth, and their hearts skipped a beat.

But Song Mang narrowed his eyes and looked at the strange big mouth so close to him, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Song Mang's head was right in front of her. Zhang Minghua was about to bite off her head, but Song Mang used the deterrent function, causing her mouth to be unable to close all of a sudden.

"Why are you opening your mouth so wide? You want to eat something delicious, right? Then I'll give you something delicious."

Song Mang took out a paper grenade from his pocket and threw it into Zhang Minghua's big mouth.

"You don't think I only have pistols, do you? I was bored the other day, so I happened to burn some hot weapons for myself. If you like them, eat more!"

While Zhang Minghua was unable to move, Song Mang broke free from that force, turned around and ran away with a chuckle.

Zhang Minghua: !!!!!!

audience:? ? ? ?

Song Mang ran a few steps, came back to pick up the paper phone, and then opened the automatic door of the operating room.

Bang.

The moment the door closed, a deafening explosion was heard in the operating room, and the aluminum alloy door next to Song Mang was still shaking.

"This is really powerful."

Seeing that the aluminum alloy door was about to explode, Song Mang planned to run further away.

As soon as she turned her head, she felt her collar tighten at the back, and someone grabbed her clothes from behind.

(End of this chapter)