Summon gods in a thriller game

For a person like him, it is not an exaggeration to let him die a hundred times, not to mention that now that he has only confiscated his crime tools, Bai Li feels that he is getting an advantage.

But Bai Li couldn't let him die in her hands. If he wanted to die, he should die on the women who had been persecuted by him. Although a hundred deaths would not be enough, even ten thousand deaths would not be enough.

The two of them walked to the bed, and Bai Li didn't talk nonsense to him. He just wanted to drag the dean out of bed by the rag wrapped in it, but Esis held his hand.

The god who controls darkness and misfortune gave his partner the right to look directly at her true face. Isis gently held her hand in his palm, looked at her puzzled eyes, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the two of them lay on the bed together. The dean reappeared on the fourth floor.

Li Qing felt a little disappointed when he saw the two people leaving and coming back so quickly. He thought they had no way to deal with the dean, but he didn't expect that in the next second, a figure fell heavily to the ground and let out a cry of pain.

The moment she saw the dean, hatred instantly filled Li Qing's eyes. If she hadn't been concerned about the presence of Bai Li and Ersis, she would have pounced on him and tore him apart.

Several female ghosts headed by Li Qing waited quietly for Bai Li to speak. Although they were filled with hatred, they already had the person in their hands, and it was up to them to kill or cut him into pieces.

Isis waved his hand, and the dean rolled in front of Li Qing and others. Looking at their surprised and excited eyes, he said in an indifferent tone, "You can find a place to deal with it yourself."

"Yes!"

Li Qing went up, ignored the dean's plea for mercy, grabbed his leg with one hand and dragged him into a room slightly further away, and several others followed him.

Bai Li's head hurt when he saw that there was a large group of people behind him. He quickly motioned to those behind him to go back to where they came from and not stay here.

Li Qing dragged the person and threw him on the ground.

The dean, whose lifeblood should have been injured, was in excruciating pain. He felt like he was going to go back at any moment when his legs were pulled so rudely and dragged to the ground. It was even more painful. His whole body was curled up like shrimps, dead. He covered the wound desperately to try to stop the bleeding.

Li Qing squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand, pinched his chin, and lifted him up.

The tone was sinister, "Do you remember who I am?"

The dean's pained and dazed eyes were a little confused when he saw her.

But she was startled when she lifted up her hair and revealed her entire face. She couldn't care less about the pain at this time, her eyes were full of fear, "You, you are Li Qing?!"

"Why are you here? Aren't you dead?"

Li Qing sneered, "Yes, I am dead, but you are still alive. How can I rest in peace until you die?"

"No, no, don't look for me, don't look for me." At this time, the dean was frightened and confused.

"Hmph!" Seeing his dead look, Li Qing's face was full of disgust, "Look at the people behind me again?"

Several people behind Li Qing also lifted their hair, and the familiar looks almost scared the dean to death.

"You, you, no, no, I clearly remember that we killed you with our own hands, how could you appear here!" The dean was so frightened that he struggled out of the rags and kept backing up. Blood was splattered everywhere.

"Yes, we really died miserably. You inhuman beasts, I will never let you go. I want you to pay back a hundredfold!"