Ghost Jigsaw: Send me a ghost every day

"Brother, what do you think of the five ghost slayers coming from Ahsan Kingdom this time?"

"I don't have any opinion. If you dare to come, let them stay." Bai Ye smiled coldly, a murderous look flashed in his eyes.

However, there is still a doubt in my heart that has not been solved, that is, it is impossible for the dignified ghost bureau to be an official organization, and it seems that all the information on the forum are non-governmental organizations.

"To tell you the truth, if it wasn't for you and me, brother, I wouldn't be bothered to get this limelight." The fat man gave Bai Ye a speechless look.

"Oh? How to say."

"In addition to that idiot with a scythe, look at the other two ghost-faced Buddhas and the mourning ghost, a hermaphrodite."

"Which one didn't come out of Aite, we are not short of 2000 points, it's useless, whoever puts all the good things outside for you to exchange, but we have a name."

"Besides this, we have been keeping a low profile as much as possible, otherwise the officials will want to find you first for some messy things, and you will understand later."

"Now the government is seriously short of manpower, the eruption of ghosts is becoming more and more frequent, and the frequency of official gathering of scattered people is also becoming more and more frequent."

"The ghost slayers who have experienced it a few times will gradually disappear, and the new generation of ghost stalkers will also show their heads."

"And don't think of the government too simply. There are so many large and small organizations in SZ City. If the government really doesn't have a single person thinking about it, what will it do to suppress so many organizations?"

"However, it is true that the ghosts in the next city broke out into A+ level hazards. Ah Sanguo probably got the news that five ghost stewards who are about to be backlashed by the ghosts came to Dragon Country to create some chaos.

"Is there so much detail in it?" Bai Ye thought about Fatty's words, and replied thoughtfully.

"OK, the NO.13 train intersection is here"

While chatting, Fatty flicked his tail handsomely and precisely stopped at the parking space on the side of the road.

Bai Ye, who got out of the car, saw two figures standing in the distance, who should be his teammates for this trip.

Taking a closer look, he saw a handsome young man in a golden cassock with his palms folded. The most shining thing was his iconic big bald head. I think this is the ghost-faced Buddha who spoke in the forum.

He also had a drooping face, wiped away two tears from time to time, and looked resentful, and when he saw Bai Ye, he decided that he was a mourner on the forum.

"Amitabha! I have seen two benefactors. Since the two are here, there is only one benefactor left, and the number is complete."

"I'll come too, haha."

A crazy shout came from the air, and the sky followed the sound, and there was a piercing sound of a sharp object piercing the air.

The four people sitting here are not ordinary people, and each of them gave in tacitly, vacating the space in the middle.

I saw a strange sickle falling from the sky above, and the sharp sickle sank directly into the marble floor.

A man with a line of oil paint painted on his face was standing on the handle of a knife with one leg holding a boss, showing his big white teeth and looking down at the crowd.

Before Bai Ye could say anything.

I saw the fat man with a black thread on his head, and a vine suddenly appeared in his hand and pulled it straight towards the man on the sickle.

"Snapped!"

"Sickle, you brat, how many times have you said low-key and low-key, what kind of limelight is there?"

As he spoke, the fat man gave Bai Ye and the other three a smile on behalf of the sickle.

"Uncle Fat, I've been a ghost for so long, so I'll save face with so many people."

The one who just came touched the place where the back was just slapped just now, and said with a little grievance.

Bai Ye was a little interested by the fat man's operation, and looked at the two curiously.

Seeing the look in Bai Ye's eyes, the fat man couldn't help laughing bitterly.

"The nephew who came back from the search for relatives is a bit of a second-guess, forgive me."

Then he pointed to Bai Ye and said to the sickle: This is Qingshan, your uncle and my brother, friends of life and death, you say hello.

When the sickle heard it, he hurriedly jumped off the handle obediently.

Walking in front of Bai Ye, he looked as young as himself, and looked like Bai Ye of the same age, for a moment he didn't know what to call him.

A word came out without thinking.

"Brother Qingshan, I have such a personality, please forgive me." He stretched out his hand as he spoke.

As soon as the words fell, the fat man was slapped on the forehead, and the fat man stared at the scythe with wide eyes.

"Snapped"

"Brother?"

"Qingshan and I are brothers, and I make friends with him in the same generation. You call me uncle or brother?"

"Next time we meet, call him Uncle, hurry up and call him back to say hello, I'll teach you how to be polite."

After being slapped with a scythe, a big man looked at Bai Ye's young face with grievances, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Taking another look at Fatty's golden right hand that was about to move, it seemed that he was about to lift it up.

Shrinking his head, closing his eyes, he choked out a sentence in a low voice.

"Hello, Uncle Qingshan."

Just now, he shrank his head subconsciously after speaking, but he still couldn't escape the slap that was like precision guidance.

"Speak louder, wasn't it loud when it came down from the sky just now?"

"Hello, Uncle Qingshan." He said loudly with his face up to his neck and his eyes closed.

At this time, a crisp bell sound came from the mourning ghost's waist.

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Chapter 50 Since you dare to come!just stay

"Jingle bell! Jingle bell!"

Attracted everyone's attention.

"That...the car is coming!"

When he saw the mourning ghost who had gathered everyone's attention, he said coldly with a mournful face.

Everyone looked at the approaching train in the distance, and the expression of joking before was gradually put away on their faces.

"In other words, how do we divide people?"

The scythe might have just been beaten honestly by the fat man's two big rivals, and he weakly raised his hand to ask a question.

"The poor monk will deal with one." Ghost Face Buddha said with a smile.

"That's great, I'll deal with one too." The mourning ghost said with a grieving face, but his voice was as harsh as grinding paper.

Bai Ye and Fatty nodded silently when they heard it. After all, they didn't know the opponent's strength, and they were from the Three Kingdoms, or the ghosts on them were about to lose control.

One per person is currently the best option.

At this moment, an untimely voice sounded.

"Bosses are so conservative, so I'm going to kill two Asan ghosts, fat uncle, you can rest for a while."

I saw the scythe touching the tail handle of his scythe and said triumphantly.

"Hey, you and I, Uncle Qingshan, fight each other?"

"You're drifting away again, do you know that Uncle Qingshan saved your fat uncle?"

"Do you want Fatty to move a small bench to watch you perform?"

"Believe it or not, Fatty fights with you? I'll explain to your father."

As soon as the fat man heard that the scythe was floating again, he rubbed his hands beside the scythe and said maliciously while staring at the scythe.

"One! One! I'm joking, uncles, young people's humor... Humor!"

Scythe shrank his head, and said in a low voice.

"It's coming, one person per person, support each other at any time in case of a situation, try not to hurt innocent people."

"It is expected that they would not dare to take action in front of so many people. It is not a responsibility they can afford to cause trouble at the national level."

Bai Ye stood up at this moment, and said in a deep voice, keeping his eyes on the train that was about to enter the station.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

With the sound of the train whistle, the train entered the battle.

Bai Ye's eyes gradually became cold, and he gradually put away the expression on his face, and walked towards the entrance of the train's pedestrian passage first.

A voice floated from the air.

"Since you dare to come to Longguo, please stay."

Fatty and the others looked at each other, then nodded silently, with murderous intent in their eyes.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, the ghost opera accent has evolved successfully!"

Bai Ye stood at the exit, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The time is just right!"

The train had already arrived at the station, and there were so many pedestrians getting off, it was difficult for everyone to distinguish for a while.

Bai Ye closed his eyes, just when everyone was wondering, only Fatty's eyes lit up, he remembered that his brother Qingshan had the ability to detect.

I saw dense and distorted ghost lines on Bai Ye's face, and when he opened his mouth, an imperceptible sound wave echoed in the air.

Sensing the power in front of him, Bai Ye was pleasantly surprised to find that the ghost opera accent was more secretive than before, and the scope was also greatly increased.

From covering a small theater, it can now cover the entire train station.

With the start of the ghost opera, the entire train station appeared in Bai Ye's mind like a plan.

In an instant, Bai Ye caught five extremely violent ghost power fluctuations in the train.

"The second door exits on the left, and one exits from the B2 carriage. Who will go?"

Bai Ye closed his eyes and reported the location of a member of Ah San like a precise navigation.

"Go, poor monk, Amitabha!"

The ghost-faced Buddha took the lead to walk to the right, the ghost energy on his body was on the verge of breaking out, and his figure gradually became illusory, passing through many pedestrians.

All the passers-by seem to automatically get out of the way when they are about to touch him, but ignore his existence, only to see him clasping his hands and reciting Buddhist scriptures, gradually drifting away.

"In the middle of the B7 train, there is a man with a yellow hat coming out, which one of you will go."

"Then let me do it." A piercing voice sounded like grinding paper, and the wailing ghost straightened his clothes, and walked towards the target with his head down and his wailing face down.

"At the end of the last car door, there is a ghost general-level woman, holding a dead baby in her arms. The ghost is the weakest. You go with the scythe."

"Just wait for your words, Uncle Bai." With a wave of the scythe, the scythe in his hand turned into a ghostly aura and dissipated invisible, and rushed towards the target location.

"Brother, what about me?"

The fat man was in a hurry, seeing that Bai Ye hadn't called him for a long time.

"Ok?"

Bai Ye was silent for a while, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Two Ah Sans entered the toilet on the train. The ghostly aura seemed to be covered up. Fatty, let's go and have a look together."

"That's right, brother." The fat man muttered all of a sudden.

Seeing the passers-by looking at him with strange eyes, the fat man scratched his head in embarrassment, and glanced at Bai Ye.

Bai Ye smiled helplessly and said nothing, opened his eyes and walked towards the train.

Fatty followed closely behind Bai Ye, and the two of them felt that they had returned to the way they had cooperated for the first time.

Walking into the train, almost all the pedestrians left. Looking at the toilet in the middle, I saw that the door of the toilet was closed tightly, and a conductor was politely knocking on the door to ask.

"Hello, passengers inside, the train has arrived."

"Hello, the passenger train inside has arrived."

"Hello......"

The conductor's eyes became more and more panicked, but his body seemed to be out of control, and he kept repeating the action of knocking on the door, and kept repeating the same words in his mouth.

All I could see was a ghostly aura emanating from the toilet, wrapping around the hand of the conductor knocking on the door.

Seeing this, Bai Ye quickly walked behind the conductor, and suddenly three colorful Ming notes appeared in his hand, covering the conductor's eyes and ears.