Chapter 113
The head was thrown high up and began to smoke in the air. It didn't even have a chance to land on the ground and turned into black smoke and disappeared.
The headless body under Lu Daju's feet began to emit black smoke from the neck.
He raised his eyebrows, feeling a rare sense of relief. After these ghosts were chopped to death, they would just smoke and disappear. If they would spray blood or mucus, Lu Daju would definitely vomit to death.
There was nothing he could do. His hands were quicker than his brain, and by the time he came to his senses, the knife had already been chopped off. Fortunately, it was a blessing.
The torso beneath his feet began to fade, and Lu Daju lightly jumped down, his leather boots stepping lightly onto the deck. He casually swung the scimitar in his hand and smiled happily at the four people hiding in the opposite corner: "I'm so happy to see you, thank you for the fun."
Yes, it’s fun. The time when the weirdness is activated is not fixed. Even if some weirdness is activated, it cannot be connected to the ghost town, and the two weirdnesses cannot touch each other.
The world of ghost town is quite boring. The abandoned amusement park has been almost swallowed up by the ghost town, and his son has been taken back by the housekeeper. Lu Daju, who absolutely cannot return to his home, is so bored that he even leaves the pop songs to the mainstays. After all, those humming operas are really beyond his appreciation.
He actually enjoys listening to adapted versions of popular music.
This sudden arrival of the sacrificial fog was a temporary pleasure. After all, it was the first time I saw such a disgusting thing, and it was quite an eye-opener.
Uncle Hei and his friends couldn't imagine that things would change so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the monster's head was destroyed.
The man who appeared was like a black butterfly, jumping down from the monster that was more than ten meters long. Without making any movement to relieve the force, he floated lightly to the deck.
"Kung Fu?" The four people's eyes were shining with stars. It was incredible. The guns in their hands were useless to the monster, and this man easily killed it with a single knife. Moreover, this man could even fly in the sky. Apart from the mysterious oriental Kung Fu, they couldn't think of anything else?
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"What are you bringing?" He sat in the armchair, his feet swaying to the beat of the drums stopped moving, and looked at the four big men in front of him with a frown: "Aren't you here to exchange things? I won't take those things behind you."
Four mercenaries who had fought in various battlefields found 16 children in school uniforms from every corner of the ship.
Of course, they can't be saints. It's incredible that they can survive in such a weird environment, and they still have to help these children who may be ghosts.
But it's not a good idea to just leave them alone. Not to mention the six children who helped Uncle Hei at the beginning, let's take the giant for example. He has a daughter who looks similar to these children. It's impossible for him not to help.
As for Arthur and Snow, they had no reason to object to what the two brothers decided. After killing the monster, they searched every corner of the ship and found the 16 children. Of all the children who died on that ship, only these 16 remained with their souls. The other 300 or so were probably devoured by the monster.
16 children hid behind 4 big men, peeking through the gaps at this strange place, and also secretly looking at this strange... strange person in front of them, but with one yellow and one blue vertical pupil and black skin, he didn't look like a human at all, but more like a cat that had become a spirit.
Lu Daju glanced over, and the children hid behind the four big men again.
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In the house, Rong Zhou, dressed in white, sat at a small square table, watching Rong Shitou write one-on-one. He couldn't sit there at all without watching the little guy.
The words he writes are not difficult. They are just Arabic numerals: “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.” After writing them ten times, he can go and play.
With such a low requirement, he has already spent half an hour here with Rong Shitou. On the other side is Yaya, who is writing Huang X Little Champion. According to the time calculation, Yaya should be in the first grade now. In this kind of environment, Rong Zhou can only take action himself.
Fortunately, he has stored a lot of various teaching materials, so at least the two children will not fall behind in their studies. Moreover, he teaches one-on-one, so the course progresses faster.
At this point, Lu Daju felt particularly sorry for the two children. Even though they had traveled through time, the two children still couldn't escape the sea of questions.
Rong Zhou lowered his head and took a sip of tea. Kata put the cup back on the table. Yaya secretly raised her eyes to look at her father and her brother who was still picking his fingers.
I kicked my brother's short legs under the table, but unfortunately his thick nerves didn't feel it at all. I changed my sitting position and continued to pick my fingers.
"Rong Shitou, you've been sitting here for half an hour, and you've only written twice. Is writing a word that hard? I'm telling you, don't even think about leaving your chair until you've finished writing it ten times." Rong Zhou looked at the dog-crawling handwriting on the homework book in front of Rong Shitou, and it gave him a headache. How could it be so difficult for a child to do homework? Yaya was very obedient when she was learning to write.
Rong Shitou was startled by his father's voice, and hurried to look for the pencil that he had thrown away somewhere. If he couldn't find it, he would just look for it randomly. Anyway, he didn't have to write, so he could delay it for a while.
Yaya silently bent down, picked up the pencil on the ground, and placed it on the crumpled exercise book.
Shitou picked up the pen reluctantly but didn't write. He secretly observed his father's expression. Seeing his father looking at him, he stuck out his tongue mischievously, and made gestures and drawings on the homework book, but he didn't put pen to paper.
Rong Zhou sighed inwardly. Who does this kid resemble? He wasn't a genius when he was younger, but at least he was an excellent student. Shouldn't he finish his homework quickly so he can play? Why wouldn't he do it? He'd rather sit here and waste time.
Rong Zhou was about to say a few more words to him when he felt a violent shaking, which was quite different from the occasional slight shaking.
At the same time, he felt a burst of energy exploding outside, and Rong Zhou held his forehead uncomfortably.
"Butler Wen." He called the butler while suppressing the nausea.
The next second, Wen Ci Qiu appeared beside him: "Go and see what's happening outside?" He locked his perception tightly in his home, not wanting to come into contact with those filthy energies at all, but such awareness made him feel nauseous and dizzy.
"Yes, master." Wen Ci Qiu quickly went to investigate the situation.
When Rong Zhou raised his head despite the dizziness, the brat sitting opposite him had disappeared, running faster than anyone else.
The next second, his fists clenched tightly, and he really wanted to hit the child.
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