Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 409

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After hearing Su Xingzhi's words, the thieves felt their hearts tighten, and then they felt that their shoulders were so heavy that they didn't seem to be their own.

It's like, like carrying several people on your shoulders.

"You, you, you, don't try to scare me! I was scared too much!"

Uh-huh-huh, I said it was scary, but brother, why is your knife shaking so much that it almost fell to the ground?

When he woke up, seeing that they didn't believe it, he shrugged his shoulders irrelevantly, and continued to drink tea and read financial magazines.

"Uncle, there is really a naked little brother and a naked young lady sitting on your shoulders..."

Xinru kindly reminded the one who shook the knife the most: "Ah, they are holding your hand."

"You talk nonsense! You all want to scare me!"

The bandit's face turned blue, he raised his knife and stabbed at Xinru with a loud shout.

But the pair of rotten hands reappeared again, this time it seemed to be grabbing the bandit's leg without force, and then saw the bandit fell hard to the ground.

The machete in his hand, with the edge of the knife facing upwards, formed a guillotine...

"Hey! It's over! Your revenge is your revenge, don't dirty our place! If you disturb my reading again, be careful, I will kick you all out!"

The heads of the unrepentant people rolled around, and the thick blood was scattered like a fountain.

But this time, not a single drop dared to rebel, and sprayed on the few inhuman creatures in the carriage, but sprayed all of them on the remaining bandits.

The warm, rust-smelling blood was like rain, turning the remaining bandits into blood men.

They watched a brother die for no apparent reason, and the horror in their hearts reached a peak.

"Damn it! It's all your fault!"

Too frightened that evil turned to the gallbladder, they rushed towards the awakened ones with their knives in hand.

After a burst of flashes of swords and swords, waves of blood converged and blended in the narrow space of the carriage, and gradually, a human figure made of blood plasma slowly appeared in the midair of the carriage.

The fresh human blood is like the highest level of nourishment, and the human figure gradually becomes complete from tattered, and when the remaining bandits are all motionless, the human figure in mid-air opens its eyes .

(End of this chapter)