White robe, plus a gold hoop stick.

From the feeling, there is no relationship with the Tang monk, nor is it like the great Sun Wukong.

Thinking about it, the white night turned the robe of the body into a wind-strewn armor - the same lady of Qitian.

“My granddaughter—”

Try Cos for a while, White Nights doesn’t feel right.

He is a non-Martial member, super ghost, can not go the kind of raging route of Sun Wukong.

Walking, painting is not right.

The night is lost in thought.

In addition to the magic master white night, in what kind of image is more appropriate?

“Boss, what are you thinking?”Song Yin asked.

"Oh, I'm exploring the ghostly place."

White Night said, "Find the weak spots, you can send them out."

Song Yin stood still for a moment, this is not the usual style of white night.

Under normal circumstances, the white night is generally said "I am not a martial arts fighter", and then with absolute violence, directly tear this ghost, send her out.

Like his famous detective, he did not make any nonsense.

A “big sword” is down, okay.

No, to be precise, within a certain range, White Nights will make some flowers and whistles.

Then found that there is no way to "break the pass", so the modifyr is opened directly.

"Forcibly tearing the ghost, I can do it too."

The detective saw through Song Yin's thoughts in the white night and explained, "But I don't know what the consequences will be."

The ghosts are dangerous, but now they are a closed space.

Do not come in and die by yourself, even if you are guarding it next to you, the risk factor is actually not high.

The White City is a special case.

You know, Baijin City is the father of the day, and it is not impossible to be affected.

Even, white night doubt, this will become some kind of transmission.

But, after all, the whole world.

This ghost is just a small part.

Even if there is an external communication channel, from the day to the white city, and then to the white family.

The process is also relatively slow and “inefficient.”

Don't forget, from the time of the disappearance, Baijin City almost died in the dream, nearly a month.

This is not a massive explosion.

However, if the white night forcibly tear this ghost, what will happen, dare not guarantee.

Do you want these ghosts to be completely free?

Or do you want to kill them completely together?

Before you find the whereabouts of the day, the white night is not easy to go through.

We need a steady wave.

Very stable white night, very stable to find a weak node.

Sending Song Yin out.

That's it.

In this world, only he and a group of ghosts are left.

Walking to the living room on the first floor, a ass sat on a tattered sofa, and said to himself in the white night: "I think, it is always called 'ghost a ghost', there is no creativity and new ideas, how about giving you a unified new name?"

"Let me think, ghosts."

"Let me tell you, for I am a man who reads poetry."

"Give you a rank, the first level is called a dog."The second level is called "secution", which means that you can beat the dog."

"The third level, called 'pole', is very powerful, and every time as long as two, you can hang the vast majority of 'presence'."

"The fourth level is called 'Get out of the way', and the eternal two is more powerful, and the law is not intruding."

The white night of reading poetry books, I said incovenant words.

The atmosphere around him is in sharp contrast to his words.

Strange black fog, not knowing when, came from all directions.

Rolling in the living room.

A lot of black fog soon filled the entire living room.

Blocked walkways, doors and windows, stairs.

As if between heaven and earth, there is only one small piece left – from the sofa to the TV.

The “temperature” is constantly falling.

In the white night, the air that spit out was directly turned into a white fog.

The ice began to condense on the ground.

“Wang up.”

“Wang up.”

The sound of ice breaking.

The black fog, a figure is climbing out hard.

“Help me, help me...”

This is a year old man, the face has traces of wind and frost, is a live broadcast when a photographer, his hands outstretched forward.

Ten fingers bent and tightened.

Like an eagle’s claws, clasping the ground, struggling toward where the white night was—or rather, crawling toward a place that was not covered by a black mist.

His nails were completely turned out.

Ten fingers are bleeding.

Every move, it will be covered with white frost, and there are some thin ice on the ground, leaving obvious traces of blood color.

“Save me...”

The man climbed up and asked for help in the white night of the sofa.

Two-thirds of his body was covered in a dark fog.

And, climbing out so much, seems to be the limit.

No matter how hard his hands are.

They can’t move forward, even at a distance.

On the contrary, it is still a little back.

“Save me!”

The man who noticed this, the original weak cry for help, suddenly turned into a detestous roar.

In the white night, he stood up, went to the man, and said, "I can't save you."

“Why...why?”

The man’s face was full of horror and horror.

“Look at the back.”

The white night finger pointed, with his movements.

The thick black mist behind the man spread out a little.

It can be seen that the man's body, almost in the chest position, has completely disappeared.

Only one white spine was left to the ground.

The blood formed a trace on the ground, and the end disappeared into the thick fog.

"You are dead."

He squatted down at night and looked at the man and said, "All I can do is help you get revenge."

“No!”

The man roared, and the thick fog behind him surged.

The clear color of the eyes completely disappeared, turning into resentment, madness, and violence.

At the moment of realizing his own death, he also directly incarnated as the newly named "strange" by the white night.

Class – The dog!

Without waiting for this strange culling to the white night, a sharp sword came down from its own and pierced the man's head.

Put it on the ground.

The sword of killing has been swept away.

The man turned into a clump of ashes.

The trading cabinet forging department, almost melted the sacred weapons collected in the white night, plus a variety of heaven and earth treasure, refined by the "four swords of the fairy".

The gold hoop is not allowed at all.

And win.

The white night hand holds the use, is the relatively most famous fairy sword.

Painting style and walking route, white night has also been decided.

Not Detective Holmes White Night, nor Demonian Without Flowers or White Night.

It is God’s night.

A sword of cold light yaw Kyushu, 魑魅魍魉陷戮戮诛.

“Good poetry, good poetry.”

Blood-colored robes, holding the sword of the fairy in his hand, and the terrible killing sword that almost tore the space was emitted throughout the white night.

The sight is gone.

The fog was crazy.

There are still gaps, and there are strange things hidden inside.

“I found it.”

Then, the white night found the day Ming's face.

Those strange looks twisted, it seems normal during the day.

There is no one half unusual.

But the face was expressionless, and the body was stiff and motionless, as if it were a corpse.

In the white night, he took a breath and took out a small camera with one hand, and photographed the day.

Normally, don’t say that this is a modern electronic product.

It is a classic exorcism that many worlds can use to deal with ghosts such as peach swords.

It has no effect on the strangeness of the world.

Use the camera to shoot strangely.

What can be photographed is a "blank", with regular operations such as unstable, snowy spots, and flashes.

But white nights are different.

In his hand, it is a piece of paper, which can be regarded as a deadly weapon.

Scenes that ordinary people can't shoot, and white night can be clearly photographed with special shooting techniques.

Nature also includes the day as it is now.

In addition to the daylight, the fog, there are other strange "silent" in the white night sight.

Some of them look relatively normal, but very few.

Only two.

Two bodyguards from night guard.

The rest is completely distorted.

Except for the people who came to the radio broadcast with the day.

And the former mother and daughter of the victims, who have been integrated together.

Hands and feet, two heads, staring at the white night.

I have a head on my chest.

One hand kept pulling something out of his head and stuffing it into his mouth.

I recognized it in the white night.

This man was a criminal who died on a cliff.

His face was monstrous and painful.

It seems that after becoming strange, what happened between the two sides was changed.