Third watch

"Fuck! Look down on ordinary people!"

Forget about Zhong Yi, this person is not much like an ordinary person, but even Lu Xiaolu can jump if he wants to!

Great motor skills?

Does he deserve to be an otaku like this?

They ran too fast, and it was midnight, and Wang Xiaoming felt that he would have to break a leg if he jumped off, not to mention chasing them.

If you go down the stairs, you can't even see their heels when you go out of the gate. They don't know the place well, and they don't know where to look for it.

Forget it.

Wang Xiaoming retracted his legs resentfully.

But in this way, he was the only one left in the room.

Even Mr. Bai went out.

Thinking of the old woman who inexplicably appeared in the room just now, Wang Xiaoming shuddered again—is it a human or a cat?Why did it suddenly appear?

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the closed door, thought for a while and then locked the window lock.

Although he is different from Zhong Yi in that he has not undergone systematic training, but he grew up beside Wang Dazhuang, and Wang Dazhuang has always been admonishing him to keep the utmost vigilance for unusual things.

... If it is at home, he will hang another pair of purple gold gourds on the window, just in case.

But now when I go out, I don't bring so many small things with me, so I have to lock them.

Just as Wang Xiaoming drew the curtains and was about to stay in the room and wait for them to come back, there was an urgent knock on the door of the room.

"Open the door!"

It was Lu Xiaolu's voice.

"Xiao Lu?" Wang Xiaoming hurried forward: "Why so fast—"

Before his hand touched the doorknob, he withdrew it like an electric shock.

"You came back alone?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

"Yes!" Lu Xiaolu hurriedly knocked on the door: "I'll come back to get the rope! I'm going to catch someone alive!"

"What is that? Did Zhong Yi catch it?"

"Yeah! Hold her down! Struggling hard! Open the door! Zhong Yi told me to come and get the rope!"

The knocking on the door became more and more urgent, but Wang Xiaoming felt as if a basin of snow water had been poured into his heart, and it was completely cold.

He stepped back slowly.

The knocking on the door continued, but his ears were buzzing.

Lu Xiaolu never called Zhong Yi's name, and they had only run out for less than 5 minutes, so no matter how bad they were, it was impossible to catch that strange old lady immediately.

It wasn't Lu Xiaolu outside the door.

Although I knew that it was a little unsafe to be alone in this kind of place and at this time, but it came too soon.

"What are you?" Wang Xiaoming hid his panic and shouted sharply.

The knock on the door stopped suddenly.

A suffocating silence spread from outside the door into the room.

Wang Xiaoming backed away slowly and leaned against the edge of the bed.

There was no movement outside the door, and Wang Xiaoming's heart jumped.

Is that the old woman just now?

Zhong Yi and the others lost it?So that person turned back?

Suddenly there was a harsh scratching sound from the window.

Wang Xiaoming frowned, and immediately remembered the old woman's nails.

He immediately took out the canopy ruler from his bag, held it tightly in his hand, and was at a loss again.

The canopy ruler is a rare magical weapon, but in his hands, it has never played an additional function other than being a folding stick for self-defense-in fact, even the effect of self-defense is very limited.

If the old woman is really outside the window, what can he do?

It's better to close the doors and windows tightly, and wait for Zhong Yi and Lu Xiaolu to come back, anyway, Zhong Yi will definitely find a way...

Wang Xiaoming stood there in a daze for a while, until the window vibrated violently.

The vibration was so strong that it was as if the glass had broken away from the window frame, and was loosely blown by the strong wind and would shatter to the ground in a second.

Wang Xiaoming stared blankly at the curtains, and suddenly saw a shock.

Why wait for Zhong Yi to come back before there is a solution?

Wang Xiaoming held the canopy ruler tightly.

He didn't realize that he was relying too much on Zhong Yi unconsciously.So much so that Zhong Yi was not around, and he panicked immediately.

In fact, there is absolutely no need to panic.

Since the day he decided to open the back door, hasn't he already made so much mental preparation and hard work?

"You can't do this." Wang Xiaoming let out a long breath and said to himself, "Wang Xiaoming."

After finishing speaking, he jumped onto Lu Xiaolu's bed in three steps, and opened the curtains with a swipe.

A huge, deformed face was tightly pressed against the glass, and two muddy yellow eyes were peeping in. The curtains were pulled open suddenly, and those eyes paused.

Wang Xiaoming's scalp went numb.

What is this?

That face looked older than the old woman just now, with sagging skin and flesh, the mouth was cracked below the ears, and with the deformation effect of the glass, it didn't look like a person at all.

That violent vibration was the face hitting the glass.

It saw Wang Xiaoming who was staying on the bed, and the corners of his long and narrow mouth curled up.

"Open the window," it said.

It was still Lu Xiaolu's voice, relaxed and natural, even more lively than Lu Xiaolu's usual tone.

As the face said this in this relaxed voice, it kept banging against the window, and the glass began to shake again.

Wang Xiaoming was completely speechless and could only squeeze the canopy ruler tightly.

He didn't know what it was - the face was so big it covered the window, he couldn't see if it was connected to the torso - or the neck.

"Open the window."

It said, hitting the window with greater force each time.

"Open the window quickly."

Wang Xiaoming looked back at Zhong Yi's bed, and now the bed was empty.

Although it has a big face, it is not human-shaped, and has more evil spirit than ghost spirit, which is a few ranks lower than fierceness.

Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath, recalled the position of his backpack, and quickly opened the window.

The moment he opened the window, the expression of that face changed completely.

It was like a flattened, soft slug, without the support of the glass, it limply lay on the window sill, and then immediately raised its head.

Those yellow eyes no longer carried that naive look, but turned into unobstructed greed, as if Wang Xiaoming in front of them was a plate of steaming braised pork.

And the big mouth on this big face is completely ready.

Wang Xiaoming didn't use the canopy ruler immediately, but took advantage of his big limp faces before he lifted them up completely, grabbed the desk lamp on the bedside table, and smashed it with the wires attached.

The desk lamp made a hole in the forehead of that face, but it also seemed to be glued to it——since the loose skin on the face began to move independently, it seemed to be boiled water, bulging one after another. of blisters.

One of the largest blisters popped when it swelled to the maximum, and the burst skin covered the desk lamp like clay, and then rolled down to cover it.

The desk lamp is absorbed by the big face.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but rejoice that he didn't just stab it with the canopy ruler just now - if the canopy ruler was swallowed like this, Wang Dazhuang would definitely not spare him.

And whether he will be able to see Wang Dazhuang alive at that time is still a matter of debate. Wang Dazhuang definitely does not want to see a grandson parasitized on a big face.

Wang Xiaoming felt that his body temperature was rising—he was a little inexplicably excited.

I don't have to wait for Zhong Yi to come back.

he thought.

He inherited all the congenital conditions of Wang Dazhuang.

He has keen five senses and a natural eye.

In fact, he has always been very interested in the back door, he can remember a lot of things, especially for spells that are difficult to pronounce, and he is deeply impressed after hearing them.

It is precisely because of these talents that Wang Dazhuang tightly locked him in the stationery store and put an end to all things related to celestial masters. He hoped that his grandson would not need to use these for the rest of his life.

Now he somewhat understands Wang Dazhuang's mood.

Because there will always be all kinds of unimaginable, dangerous and sinister things that will appear in front of the celestial master.

If he had a son—or a grandson, and this face dared to open its big ugly mouth in front of his grandson, he would tear it off!

Wang Xiaoming stepped back quickly, picked up his backpack, and stood in the corridor between the bedroom and the bathroom.

That face didn't look agile, but the blisters on it kept churning, the top one burst, and the small blisters below immediately floated up again. In just half a minute, the pillow and half of the sheets on Lu Xiaolu's bed disappeared.

And the more things it devours, the faster the face moves. As long as it is given 5 minutes, the whole room will probably be covered by it.

But that face grew bigger and bigger, covering the single bed.

And outside the window behind it, the night is as thick as ink that cannot be melted, emitting a rotten stench.

Wang Xiaoming quickly groped in the backpack, and then took out a gossip mirror slightly bigger than a fist.

This mirror is smaller than the one facing the back alley, but it is extremely delicate. Wang Xiaoming touched it with his fingertips without bowing his head, recognized the concave and convex sides, and immediately threw it fiercely at the big face.

There was only a popping sound, the forehead of that face was hit by the gossip mirror, and the skin around the mirror froze immediately, and then cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye like a muddy ground that was rapidly short of water.

The gossip mirror really can block its engulfing, although there is only a small area - but this is what Wang Xiaoming is waiting for!

He stepped on the chin of the flat face, and the sole of the slippers was immediately glued to it.

Wang Xiaoming completely ignored his twitching feet, clenched the canopy ruler with one hand, and made a fist with the other hand, and punched fiercely at the place covered by the gossip mirror!

The tinnitus continued, but he clearly heard a crackling sound.

Then there was a dull pain in the chest, and as soon as the eyes turned red, they were bounced away heavily and hit the wall next to Zhong Yi's bed. His internal organs were shaken, and Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth wide in pain, but couldn't make a sound.

And that face was kicked back by that punch, convulsed and twisted, and when it was about to curl up, it suddenly doubled in size, then stood up high, swayed twice, and moved heavily towards where Wang Xiaoming was. The corner of the wall smashed down.

Unable to fight back.

Wang Xiaoming knew he had made a mistake.This thing may be much more difficult than he expected.

There is only one gossip mirror in the backpack, which was also taken out of Wang Dazhuang's room, and there is no second side.

Zhong Yi and Lu Xiaolu didn't come back either.

So will he just confess here tonight?Be swallowed and absorbed by this thing, and become a mass of unconscious parasitic flesh?

Wang Xiaoming's skin was tingling due to tension, but his frantic heartbeat gave him an inexplicable excitement, as if a hunter who met a tiger alone could see the possibility of himself being buried in the tiger's mouth, and the tiger who fought to death, the tiger The glory of the leather chair.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were hot, and he squinted to see the face falling down on him overwhelmingly, and the yellow fangs like the eyeballs could be vaguely seen in the big mouth.

The gossip mirror is still glued to it, and it doesn't look broken.

Wang Xiaoming rolled on the spot, hit a chair hard with his knee, and staggered a bit.

The backpack had already been thrown to the ground by him, and he only had a folding stick modified from a canopy ruler in his hand.

Zhong Yi said that the canopy ruler can only be used as a brick in his hands, because he can't invite God.

Luban's secret technique drives the mechanism, and Maoshan Taoism calls the wind and rain, all of which use magic tools and spells as the medium to invite the heavenly monarch to come down to earth and use their strength to do so.

Wang Dazhuang has never let him start, he is not a descendant of Maoshan, so he has never been able to invite God.

Having said that, which heavenly monarch does the canopy ruler rely on?

Zhong Yi told him before.

correct.Later, he checked it himself, and checked a lot of things...

While thinking about it, Wang Xiaoming's eyes blurred, and the big face that was rushing towards him suddenly disappeared.

Wang Xiaoming screamed and covered his eyes - a burst of white and sharp light suddenly filled his eyes, which was extremely painful.

His heart was beating wildly, as if there was another person living in his body, and that person was constantly asking him to open his eyes——

No.

If you open your eyes now, you will be blind.

Wang Xiaoming struggled and rolled over, and slammed into something that he didn't know whether it was a chair or a cabinet. Only then did he remember that there was a big swamp-like face in the room.

Better to be blind than swallowed.

Just as Wang Xiaoming was about to make up his mind, he suddenly heard a slight sound of metal rubbing against each other.

He couldn't help but stop.

Wang Xiaoming had never heard such a voice in his life, yet he felt a sense of strange familiarity.

He slowly opened his eyes.

A figure of a general in crimson armor and a high crown appeared in the room, vaguely separating him from that big face.

Wang Xiaoming subconsciously raised the canopy ruler.

The figure turned his back to him, but seemed to have a heart, and raised his right hand following his movements. From behind, it was exactly the same as Wang Xiaoming's movements, as if there was a mirror in front of him, and he in the mirror was like a god coming to the world. Stepping on auspicious clouds, majestic and majestic.

The figure gradually became clearer.

Wang Xiaoming's lips moved a few times, and the disturbing tinnitus finally became clear at this moment.

Those complicated noises have been lingering in my ears, and at this moment they finally blurted out into four words: "God King Fumo—"

The military commander formed seals with his hands, and his figure gradually faded.

The big face reappeared.

Wang Xiaoming squinted his eyes, and formed the crouching demon seal.

[The four peoples are broken, Tianyou destroys all kinds,

With one stroke of the magic knife, all ghosts will disappear. 】

A lightning bolt of golden light illuminated the room and hung high in the air.

Wang Xiaoming raised the canopy ruler in his hand, the hot red light in his eyes finally gradually dissipated, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and uttered a sentence that was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but extremely clear.

"Hurry up...like a law."