Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 665 Fierce
"Since they are all going to be killed, why didn't you let those robbers kill me in that house earlier? Why, why did you save me?"

Li Mingfeng burst into tears, but Feng Xue immediately froze his tears on his face, making him feel like his face was being cut by a knife.

"Hahahaha, where do so many bandits come from? That family wanted to kill chickens to entertain you, but accidentally broke the hatchet I was going to get them, so... I killed their family too, and then Tell you they're just bandits."

Zhan Tianshu laughed strangely again, and the sound of the wind howled and whimpered, making his voice more scary like a night owl.

Li Mingfeng really didn't expect that the truth turned out to be like this, thinking that he wrongly blamed that family as a bandit, and also caused their family to die, he couldn't help feeling sad, and burst into tears.

Li Mingfeng's crying seemed to please the Sky Mouse, and he laughed even louder.

Seeing that Li Mingfeng was going crazy from the blow, and that the Skymouse was teasing his prey, he jumped out of his hiding place, rushed to Li Mingfeng with a hatchet and made a grimace.

Li Mingfeng really didn't expect that the squirrel was so close to him, he was so frightened that he screamed aloud, grabbed two balls of snow and threw it over.

Zhan Tianshu happily swung the hatchet and hit the snowball with no head on the ground. Immediately afterwards, Li Mingfeng saw a black light in front of his eyes, and the blood-stained black hatchet chopped down towards his head.

"go to hell!!"

When Zhan Tianshu thought of the scene of blood spraying and brain bursting that he would see later, he couldn't help but get excited.

But when he saw that his hatchet was about to fall on Li Mingfeng's head, he only heard a "crack", and his hatchet stopped a few inches away from the back of Li Mingfeng's hand holding his head. .

The squirrel was stunned by this paradox, he squinted his eyes and looked ahead carefully, there was nothing there except tiny snow beads.

The squirrel kills people like hemp, so he is naturally a daring villain. It's not that he doesn't believe in ghosts and ghosts, but he thinks that only people are vicious enough, and even ghosts have to detour.

So he glared his eyes angrily, let out a roar of "Wow", and pressed down with all his strength.

(End of this chapter)