It's too hard to be troubled by the disease of fast wearing

Chapter 64
Without Sipa by her side, Luo Xingchen wiped away the blood with her fingers, raised her head slightly, raised the end of her eyes, and licked it with the tip of her tongue.

Black tongue, pale fingers, bright red blood.

A kid stared at her movements the whole time, with a dazed expression on his face.

Luo Xingchen's childlike innocence exploded, his eyes rolled up, his tongue stuck out, and he grinned at the brat.

No, she was a ghost in the first place, so there was no need to put on a grimace.

The little ghost jumped a few meters away, and it seemed that he was ready to escape at any time.

[Xingchen, it's almost done. ] Several black lines appeared on Luo Banyue's forehead, and he reprimanded: [You are not a vampire. 〕

Luo Xingchen blinked, she always listened to her sister's words, and only listened to her own sister's words, she let out a soft "oh" and lowered her hands obediently.

Crossing a road, Luo Xingchen drifted back to the original owner's house.

Then one couldn't hold back, and gently covered his nose: "It stinks."

I saw that the door of the original owner's house was covered with stinky feces, and there was even a little bit on the wall.

Apart from a bit of excrement, there were also ugly runes that were used to curse people, one after another were drawn with ink or a signature pen, and the glass windows were smashed to pieces by stones.

Luo Xingchen seemed a little helpless, smiled slightly, walked through the wall, and found that many of the furniture inside were also damaged.

Tables, benches, refrigerators, vases...

She found a place, closed her eyes, and cultivated ghost power like this.

This plane's aura and ghost energy are half and half, this situation is very common, and the plane also needs checks and balances.

The black light flowed and jumped between her fingers, and it became more and more intense.

Sufficient supply of ghost energy is the advantage of this. Not to mention twice the result with half the effort in cultivation, at least it will not hinder you.

Moreover, Luo Xingchen could feel that compared with aura, her soul actually liked ghost aura more.

Ghosts don't need to eat and sleep.

When Luo Xingchen felt that the ghost energy he cultivated was enough for him, the original owner's body had already rotted and maggoted in the stinking ditch.

Luo Xingchen used ghost energy to transform himself into a black formal suit.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. There was no trace of human color on his face, his pale fingers were on the black tie, and he was well-dressed.

She licked the corner of her blood-red lips, took a photo of the original owner, and passed through the wall.

Luo Xingchen left the original owner's house, floating aimlessly.

Resentful ghosts take revenge, flying souls claim their lives. Those murdered, wronged, and lingering ghosts can see a cluster of lingering will-o'-the-wisps on the necks of their former enemies.

The deeper the hatred between you and him/her, the brighter the will-o'-the-wisp.

Of course, only you can see this will-o'-the-wisp.

Luo Xingchen was no exception.

She saw a wisp of will-o'-the-wisp on a woman's neck.

He quickly floated up, followed the woman and kept walking. Suddenly, the woman squatted down and picked up the lipstick that fell out of her bag.

When the woman stood up, Luo Xingchen patted her shoulder lightly, revealing his face.

The woman called out: "Lan, Lan Shi!"

She is a fan of Zhou Wei's book, and she sent a wreath to Lan Shi, and when she suddenly saw the "alive" Lan Shi, she was naturally taken aback.

Luo Xingchen smiled and said "Yes", but his subordinates were not polite at all, and ruthlessly grabbed the woman's neck.

The woman's face was blue, and she barely squeezed out a few tears from her throat:
"Lan Shi, let me go, let me go, I only gave you...flowers, wreaths..."

Luo Xingchen was thoughtful, wreath.

Her mental power was connected to the flower shop, so she simply took some flowers from the flower shop, and then pressed them to the woman's ear, and said softly:
"Then, I'll give you a wreath back too~"

A white lily appeared out of nowhere, the stem was like iron chopsticks, and it was nailed into the center of the woman's eyebrow, and the woman was bleeding profusely.

The woman fell to the ground, and in an instant, she was surrounded by calla lilies, and her body was also covered with small chrysanthemums, all of which were given to the dead.

And just enough to form a wreath.

Luo Xingchen watched with satisfaction, bent his dark eyes, threw a photo of the original owner in the center of the wreath, and pressed it with peacock grass:

"Now, do you like such a wreath? My dear lady."

Luo Xingchen turned around and floated away calmly, ignoring the explosion-like movement behind him.

After floating for a while, a man was found in a residential building.

The man lay on his back on the sofa and fell asleep, the will-o'-the-wisp on his neck shone brighter than that of the woman just now.

Luo Xingchen patted his face with his cold hands: "Sir, wake up."

The man waved his hand impatiently, as if trying to chase away flies, but he still didn't wake up.

Luo Xingchen puffed his mouth, and slept soundly.

Then go to sleep.

She kindly didn't continue to call the man, but pulled a wisp of black ghost energy into a thread, letting the black thread sneak into the man's sea of ​​consciousness.

Having said that, ghost energy is more useful at this point.

Others are really inferior to aura.

This man is also a fan of Zhou Wei's books, and he is also a master of Photoshop. He has posted countless nude photos to the original owner and released them to the public.

Luo Xingchen thought for half a minute, rolled his eyes, and stripped the man naked, picked him up with his bare hands, and dragged him to the balcony.

then……

Throw it down.

Like throwing a rag doll.

The man's white body fell to the ground and became a corpse.

During this process, the man finally came to his senses. He was so frightened that his soul lost his soul, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

The man naturally wanted to howl and shout, but by then, he had already fallen to the ground.

Luo Xingchen took out a camera, and with a "click", took a nude photo of this man. Looking at the man's painful expression in the photo, he let out a "huh" in bewilderment:
"Don't you like nude photos and still photos? Why do you have such a painful expression?"

This question did not confuse Luo Xingchen for too long, because she threw it to Java in the next second and didn't think about it anymore.

Loosening his hand, Luo Xingchen threw down the nude photo + posthumous photo, the photo of the original owner, and a splendid chrysanthemum.

Two photos and a flower, flying in the air, turning around a dozen times, but it still landed on the man's body firmly.

"Jump off the building! Someone jumped off the building!"

"Isn't it? Jumping off a building in the middle of the night? And you're still naked!"

"Why is there a picture on him?"

……

Luo Xingchen sat on the balcony, leisurely enjoying the farce below.

Those noisy voices sounded like a beautiful movement to her ears.

Luo Xingchen once read a saying that during an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

Every straw that breaks the camel's back is guilty!

Hell is empty, and evil spirits roam the world.

Looking at the naked corpse below, Luo Xingchen tilted his head lazily with his blood-red mouth.

She is that evil spirit.

　This plane...should end soon, and, have you forgotten one thing? (silently flashing the knife
　　Mao smashed madly expressly, where is the ticket? I want to recommend the ticket.
　　


(End of this chapter)