I really don't want to be a master

Chapter 133

The utilization rate of the Workers' Gymnasium in T City was very high after it was completed, but the equipment in it was top-notch, and basically there was little damage.Therefore, the maintenance tool storage room built above the venue is rarely visited by people, and it has become a paradise for mice.No matter what kind of place, there are always such little things. They have tenacious vitality and are very capable of giving birth.

When Wang Bingying was stuffed into the storage room by the golden knife, the sky was dark and she was in a trance, she didn't notice the environment in the storage room at all.She opened a small crack in the door and peeked out at Mao Jindao's handling of the Painted Skin Ghost. She was always careful and careful, and her sense of fear made her dare not make any unnecessary moves.But for women, there is something that transcends death, ten thousand times more terrifying than ghosts!And this kind of thing happened to have a nest in the storage room, not just one, but a nest.

This kind of thing is naturally a fat mouse.

Wang Bingying focused her attention on the painted ghost approaching the passage of hell reflected by the gossip mirror. She was so focused on the painted ghost that she didn't notice that the nest of mice had come out of their hiding place and was circling around her.The smell of perfume on her body and the ornaments she wore for the performance made the nest of mice full of curiosity.The mice sniffed and sniffed around Wang Bingying, and finally they swarmed onto her body.

Painted Skin Ghost was about to enter the black hole and return to hell, and Wang Bingying's tense heart relaxed a little. Only then did she have time to focus on her own problems.What is that itchy feeling all over your body?
A woman suddenly finds herself covered in rats, what do you think will happen?

For Wang Bingying, the answer to this question was yelling crazily, slapping and rushing out of the storage room.The litter of mice lived on snacks left behind at the gym, and they weren't intimidated when they saw a lot of humans.However, Wang Bingying rushed outside, screaming so frantically, and slapped her body vigorously, the mice immediately rushed back to the storage room.They are not afraid of humans, but they are afraid of being exposed in an open place, which makes them feel insecure.

All the mice on her body ran away, but Wang Bingying was still beating and shouting frantically, dancing with her arms and legs, which made people think she was having a convulsion.This situation lasted for a few minutes, until Wang Bingying was tired and had no strength, so she stopped slowly.Only then did she feel something was wrong, an eerie silence, an inexplicable breath of tension and fear.

When Wang Bingying came back to her senses, she suddenly screamed in her heart that something was wrong.Mao Jindao persuaded Hua Skin Ghost, anyone can see that the critical moment has just been reached, and Hua Skin Ghost is only one step away from being swallowed by a black hole and returning to hell.But interrupted by Wang Bingying, it broke free from the black hole's suction, retracted its hands from the black hole, and stared straight at Wang Bingying's left hand with a pair of eyes, shining dangerously.

Wang Bingying lowered her head and found that the talisman paper on her palm had been thrown off at some point, and the wound cut by the gold knife was constantly oozing blood.She didn't know that this delicious virgin blood was an irresistible temptation for Painted Skin Ghost.But she knew that the current situation was very bad, so she interrupted the process of Painted Skin Ghost's return to hell, Painted Skin Ghost continued to stay in the world, wouldn't it be her who killed the people who were eaten by it again?
The Painted Skin Ghost slowly floated down from the air, and after landing on the ground, it went straight to Wang Bingying.Wang Bingying clenched her hands tightly, turned around and wanted to run away, the pressure of the Painted Skin Ghost was too great, it was a kind of fear from the soul.

"Don't move around!" Mao Jindao shouted softly, "Little girl, don't move around, come to me slowly, see that ink coil? Come in slowly, don't run around."

Wang Bingying tremblingly walked into the ink coil that Mao Jindao said, and the Painted Skin Ghost followed, but stopped beside the ink coil. It looked at the ink lines that formed many circles on the ground, and suddenly went berserk, baring its teeth and claws. yelled.Mao Jindao ran to Wang Bingying's side, handed her a pitch-black wooden stick and said, "You stand in this circle and don't move. I'll go out and deal with it. Remember to watch my signal later and throw the sandstone out!"

After Mao Jindao finished speaking, he walked out of the ink coil with a spell in his hand. Wang Bingying opened his mouth behind him to ask what the signal was?But as soon as Mao Jindao walked out of the ink coil, he immediately fought with Hua Skin Ghost, which was completely two extremes from the gentle wind and drizzle just now.Painted Skin Ghost just lost the memory of his previous life, not a stupid monster with zero IQ. At the beginning of Maojindao, he used its defenselessness, not only seductively, but also used spiritism to confuse the soul. The painted skin ghost almost got into the black hole of hell in a daze.

Being interrupted by Wang Bingying, the Painted Skin Ghost has already come to his senses, and it has become an extravagant hope to take it down without bloodshed.He knew very well that the Painted Skin Ghost had already exploded with cruel resentment and ferocity, and there was no other way to deal with it, only to fight.But Wang Bingying's delicious virgin blood made Painted Skin Ghost go crazy, but the golden knife firmly blocked her, protecting her tightly.Therefore, if Painted Skin Ghost wanted to eat Wang Bingying, he had to kill Maojindao first.

One person and one ghost are like lightning from the sky stirring up fire on the ground, and they will fight hard when they come across it.Painted Skin Ghost eats so many people, although it has a human appearance, but it also loses the erratic spirit of a ghost. Its advantage lies in its infinite strength and invulnerability.Maojindao is flexible and has many props, such as charms, willow branches, glutinous rice, dog blood, Buddhist beads, peach wood swords, etc., as long as there are things that can ward off evil in the legend, I don’t know how he used them. So many things were brought up.

The battle was extremely fierce, the huge LED light box was smashed to pieces, and the thunder and fire that exploded from time to time blasted many large holes in the cement brick wall.On the surface, Mao Jindao and Painted Skin Ghost were evenly divided and did not lose the wind in the slightest, but he knew it by himself, and if this stalemate continued, he would undoubtedly die.Painted Skin Ghost gave up its erratic ghost image and turned into a powerful flesh and blood body, which sounds like it has become easier to deal with.But in fact, its flesh and blood body is formed by devouring the flesh and blood of human beings. Not only is its skin rough and fleshy, it is strong and durable, and more importantly, even if its body is destroyed, it will not harm its body at all. .

Mao Jindao can maintain the balance on the surface, all thanks to his endless props, but sitting on the mountain, no matter how many things he prepares, he will eventually run out of them, but the energy of Painted Skin Ghost is endless.When his props are consumed, that is when he dies.Painted Skin Ghost also seemed to realize that the Maojin knife couldn't hurt it at all, and it went on a rampage, chasing the Maojin knife into a panic.

One person and one ghost intentionally or unintentionally bypassed the ink coil where Wang Bingying was during the fight, and Wang Bingying stood in the circle and rubbed her hands anxiously.The big scenes that could only be seen in movies in the past are now in front of her eyes. Although the ending of the fight is a matter of life and death, she still has a fresh and exciting feeling.She clenched the cyan sandstone in her hand, trying to calm herself down. The sandstone shimmered red, and the light flickered indefinitely, as if echoing the Eight Diagrams bronze mirror floating in the sky.

The props in Mao Jindao's hands began to be stretched, and the situation slowly developed in a direction that was not good for him.The Painted Skin Ghost regained its sanity at this time, and just now showed its cunning temperament. It pressed the Maojin knife without any haste, but never relaxed. It was like a patient fisherman, constantly using fish The hook dragged the Maojin knife, consuming the energy of the Maojin knife.

The Maojin knife is flustered but not chaotic, and at every critical moment, it can always escape within a hair's breadth and brush shoulders with death.He was like a butterfly wearing flowers, circling around the painted skin ghost quickly, and from time to time used lightning charms and other magic tools to ward off evil spirits to give the painted skin ghost a hard blow.The human figure that Painted Skin Ghost managed to condense into was almost blown into a broken sack by the gold knife. It was covered in blood and flesh, with one eyeball missing. There was no good skin on its body, and it was still full of smoky marks.

For any person, being beaten like this would definitely be death, but for Painted Skin Ghost, such an injury is not even a tickle.It doesn't even feel a little pain, even if this body is broken, it can be reunited as long as it eats a few more people.Slowly, Painted Skin Ghost began to intensify its attack on Maojindao, because it felt hungry and tired of playing.

(End of this chapter)