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Yu Tong stood up and made a heart shape with his hands to him.

The ghost monk was obviously stunned, and uttered meaningless syllables from his throat.

The man and the rabbit looked at each other for two seconds. He then imitated the little white rabbit and made a heart shape with his hands.

Yu Tong was stunned.

Brother Chen doesn't seem to have lost his mind, but rather his IQ.

Feeling silly.

After responding to the little rabbit fairy instinctively, Chen Yanli rushed towards the pile of zombies with murderous intent, grabbed an evil ghost at random, and hammered it to the ground.

Yu Tong was about to turn around and go into the house, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Chen Yanli throw away the half-dead ghost in his hand and float towards him.

Without rationality, Chen Yanli acts entirely on instinct.

When I see something that moves, I want to kill it. When I see my little white rabbit, I want to get close to it.

Unfortunately, the time was not right. With the knife at his neck, Yu Tong had no time to think about anything else.

He nodded and said hello to Brother Chen, then turned around and shouted, "Here comes the little flying rabbit!" and flew straight into the fire.

The brainless ghost monk just followed in without a second thought.

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Lu Yuanyou looked in the direction of the old monk and asked worriedly, "What's going on over there, Officer Liu?"

The paper figure Xiao Zhaocai shook his head, "I don't know. The old monk has set some traps around him, but they shouldn't be fatal."

Lu Yuanyou was about to say something when he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

She turned her head suddenly, and the hairs on her body stood up instantly.

The ghosts that had been forced back by Chen Yanli suddenly turned around and faced the bedroom door like puppets.

Their bodies twitched violently several times, and streams of black ink spurted out of their mouths and noses.

Before entering, Chen Yanli told Lu Yuanyou and the others about one of the Ink Man's attack methods: pouring ink into a person's mouth, killing them and turning them into paper-cut figurines.

He didn't know whether Dahe Guangming himself would use this trick, but it was always a good idea to give them a warning in advance.

Black ink spurted out of the zombie's mouth and shot straight towards Lu Yuanyou.

At this moment, she wanted to hide in the old monk's golden shield, but it was too late.

The paper man Xiao Zhaocai subconsciously floated over and helped her block it.

The ink spread rapidly on his body the moment it touched Xiao Zhaocai.

Xiao Zhaocai opened his eyes wide in fear and asked for help from his paper figurine friends.

The paper figure Xiaohong wanted to step forward, but was stopped by another paper figure. "If we get stained with ink, we'll become like this too!"

Seeing that Xiao Zhaocai was about to be completely enveloped by the black ink, Lu Yuanyou gritted his teeth and hardened his heart, and threw the rosary of the great monk in his hand at Xiao Zhaocai.

The black ink on the paper figure quickly disappeared, and most of the paper body was burned.

Seeing the paper man still standing there stupidly, Lu Yuanyou shouted anxiously: "Why don't you fly out of here quickly!"

Xiao Zhaocai turned his head stiffly, "Black Ink... Black Ink has entered my soul..."

"I know, I know you want to save me... Thank you... Thank you."

As the black ink on the rosary burned out, Xiao Zhaocai's soul shattered and turned into ashes.

Looking at the pieces of paper flying all over the sky, Lu Yuanyou's lips trembled violently and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

The little rabbit fairy and Chen Yanli inside the door have already started fighting with the true body of Dahe Guangming.

Even in such a chaotic environment, the sounds of fierce fighting inside the house could be clearly heard by everyone through the door panels.

Dahe Guangming felt his life was threatened and began to control the zombies to spray ink.

The black ink sprayed everywhere in the living room, and any paper figure touched by the ink would die.

Seeing this, Xiaohong stopped fighting with the evil spirit.

She screamed loudly: "Dahe Guangming is fucking crazy, crazy! Let's run!"

The paper people scattered.

Lu Yuanyou also suppressed the self-blame and sadness in his heart, and ran towards the old monk's golden shield with red eyes.

Halfway through the run, the paper man and Lu Yuanyou retreated again.

The zombies and evil spirits were running towards the bedroom door.

They are going to support Dahe Guangming.

No matter how powerful Monk Fachen is after becoming the Ghost King, he can never be a match for Dahe Guangming and this group of ghosts.

Officer Liu was still in a stalemate with the old monk, and Chen Yanli and Yu Tong were also focusing all their energy on dealing with Dahe Guangming.

Lu Yuanyou gritted his teeth and clenched the monk's rosary in his hand. "Even though the evil spirits' bodies twitch, they can't spit out ink. Only the living dead can spit out ink."

"I've measured it with my naked eyes. The amount of ink the living dead can spray is limited. The more they spray, the more their bodies shrink, and eventually they'll become completely dried-up! We still have hope!"

In just two minutes, the paper figurine army suffered heavy losses. At least half of them died under the black ink.

The paper people began to retreat, their paper bodies shaking violently in the air, making a rustling sound.

Xiaohong lifted a stool and placed it in front of her as a shield. "What are you standing there for? If we let them into the bedroom, we'll be dead!"

"If you stop them, you still have a chance to live. If you can't, you'll definitely die! Hold on, hold on. There are less than ten minutes left. Hold on!"

“Charge! Charge ...

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Yu Tong heard Xiaohong's cry clearly, but he didn't have the energy to care about what was happening outside.

Dahe Guangming is the most difficult enemy he has encountered since he bound the system.

The priests in the previous world were easier to deal with than him.

The fire proved to be effective, and everything in the bedroom was engulfed in flames, even the ink man's whiteboard and the books he had carefully covered.

Only the small bookshelf against the wall at the deepest part of the room was not touched by the flames.

Their guess was correct.

After the Ink Man left, Daha Guangming did not stay at the table obediently.

He used ink to copy the book by hand and put it in a glass cover as a substitute for himself to confuse the sight of outsiders.

He hid himself among the pile of books in the room to reduce the chance of being discovered.