The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

This middle-aged "child", dressed like a ghost, almost blinded Xiao Chen's eyes.

Gui Jianshou is nearly two meters tall, with bulging muscles, like a human-shaped beast.

He has two upturned braids on his head, and two blushes like blood on his face like the bottom of a pot.

The shirtless upper body was wearing an ancient female bellyband. The green bellyband obviously didn't fit the body. The bellyband was tightly attached to the body of the ghost, and the two slings had even been cut into the flesh.

The lower part of the body is wearing big red bloomers, revealing the calf covered with black hair.

On his feet were a pair of large tiger-toed shoes, and the thick soles seemed to burst the poor little shoes at any time.

The ghost asked with a frightened expression: "Second brother, where's the bug?"

That cautious look made everyone sick.

The young man patted the ghost's sad head in an indulgence, and said with a smile: "I have killed it, you see, it's on the ground."

Gui Jian was sorrowful, accepting the young man's "touching his head to kill" and giggling happily.

Suddenly, the ghost looked sad as if he had discovered a new world, with his mouth drooling and looking at the group of white people.

Feeling that aggressive look, two of the white women trembled and got goose bumps all over.

"Sister, hug."

With drooling at the corners of Gui Jianshou's mouth, he quickly rushed towards the two white women.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sorrowful footsteps of the ghosts stepped heavily on the ground, making a loud noise, and the whole small house trembled violently.

Everyone knows where the movement that was like a giant walking just now comes from.

"Dalia, Anna, run."

Seeing Gui Jianshou rushing towards his companions, the remaining three white men, ignoring the fear in their hearts, stopped in front of Gui Jianshou.

Harazi was floating in the air, and Gui Jianshou seemed to have only the two white women in his eyes. Facing the obstacles of the three, he hadn't seen it and didn't mean to stop at all.

"boom!"

The man who stood in the front, even before he could use his own means, was hit by the ghost and flew out.

The man flew into the air and crashed into the wall.

But when he was about to hit the wall, the man's figure froze again, and then it became a uniform piece of flesh, scattered all over the ground.

There seemed to be an invisible net in the air, extremely sharp and wide open, waiting for people to bump into it by themselves.

The young man sneered, "Fun, funny."

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more crashing sounds sounded, and the remaining two white men, in extreme panic, turned into even pieces of meat.

The white women called Dalia and Anna were already frightened by the purgatory sight, and the companions who got along with each other died in no time.

Even too late to say goodbye.

"Sister, hug."

Like an innocent child, Gui Jianshou stretched out two thick arms and hugged one of the women.

"what……"

There was a heartbreaking howl.

The woman was held tightly in her arms by the ghost, and the bones all over her body made a harsh sound.

"Kacha, Kacha."

"Sister, sister, so beautiful."

The sound of broken bones and the sound of sad and happy ghosts are constantly intertwined, playing a stern movement.

Gradually, the woman's miserable howl came to an end, and blood kept overflowing from the woman's ears, nostrils, and mouth.

Gui Jian Sorrow shook the woman in his arms a little incomprehensibly, wondering why this elder sister became cold.

The ghost scratched his head and looked at the young man, a little aggrieved.

"Second brother, why doesn't this sister play with Xiao Huo?"

The ghost asked with sorrow and grievance, the young man smiled and said: "This sister doesn't play with you, isn't there another sister? Just change one."

Hearing the young man's words, Gui Jian's sad eyes brightened again.

Throwing away the soft woman in her arms, she rushed straight towards the last white woman.

The young man looked at the calmly old and young with interest.

"A good lucker, plus the shocking wind and thunder, my luck seems not bad." The young man smiled happily.

The old and the young looked at each other, and they all saw deep concern in each other's eyes.

This young man is like a bottomless abyss, with no depth at all.

"Ah...help...me."

The last white woman, unable to escape the evil hands of ghosts, was held in her arms.

The woman looked at the white-robed men in pain, and yelled, "Master Saint, save me."

The woman with the strongest holy breath shook her body, but was held tightly by the people around her.

The woman's pitiful cry for help was not answered.

"Kacha, Kacha."

The ear-piercing bone cracking sounded again, and the woman didn't even have time to say a curse, and her eyes gradually lost their luster.

The beautiful blue eyes gradually turned gray, staring closely at the person called the saint.

"let me go."

An angry roar pierced the room.

The holy breath instantly filled the entire space, and the warm feeling climbed into everyone's hearts.

"Snapped."

The angry white-robed woman rushed away from the three people who surrounded her, took off her veil, and revealed a perfect face like an angel.

The holy breath flowed through her body, making her like an angel descending from the earth.

"I am a child of God, and I can't just watch the devil's slaughter."

The woman looked at the ghost with sorrow angrily and reached out her hand to touch the cross on her chest.

"Master Saint, don't be impulsive." The three people behind the woman wanted to come up and stop the woman.

But at this moment, a holy light shot out from the cross, and the woman's beautiful voice sounded, "In the name of the Father, I command you to come."

An illusory figure appeared behind the saint. The phantom had white wings, a perfect face, and her body exuded a huge power of light.

A true angel descended on the earth.

Looking at this picture, the young man looked sarcastically.

"Is it the so-called power of faith in the West? It's really interesting and interesting."

Facing the young man's ridicule, the saint was not angry.

The saint floated slowly into the air, and the illusory wings slowly flapped.

"Trial."

The saint whispered softly, a huge lightsaber, with a sacred breath, cut to the drooling ghost with sorrow.

"I will become a shepherd, for you, my lord, for you, and inherit authority from you. My feet will swiftly carry out your will, and use their souls to make this river flowing to you live. Rest. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit."

The other three white-robed men also prayed at this moment, and the loud voices made the miracle at this moment more magnificent.

The light was exhausted, and the confident saint suddenly froze in place.

Gui Jian's sorrow was drooling, his eyes glowed like a beast, and he stared at the saint closely.

"Sister, sister, hug."