Ning Que asked, "Are you sleepy?" The other three shook their heads desperately. He asked, "Did you succeed today?" They nodded frantically again.
Ning Que glanced at Feng Hao, only to find that he was gritting his teeth, with cold sweat on his head, his lips were purple, and veins on his arms were bulging. Ning Que pushed Hu Yuanshan and Xiao Hudie away and said, "Honghong, tie her up!" Feng Hao fell to the ground convulsing, and the ghost took the opportunity to escape.
Ning Que took a closer look. Honghong thought Ning Que wanted to play with her and came close to her in a kissing manner. Ning Que pushed her away and said, "Behave yourself." Honghong remained silent and dutifully acted like an emotionless rope.
Ning Que watched as the veins bulged and then receded, his fingertips turning completely white. He hunched over on the ground, panting heavily, and shouted hoarsely, "Kill me, kill me!" After a long silence, the little butterfly spoke, "It must be a poisonous insect. Stay away from it first."
Ning Que and Hu Yuanshan took a few steps back. Little Butterfly picked up the knife and made a series of strange sounds from her mouth, one clicking after another. Suddenly, her voice seemed to be forced to stop, and her face turned red. Feng Hao's twitching speed became faster and faster. Little Butterfly cut the protruding part of his arm, and a black unknown object sprayed out in the air.
At this time, a red shadow wrapped around the object, and Little Butterfly's expression relaxed. She looked and saw that the red rope that bound Feng Hao was gone.
The red shadow turned back into a strip. Ning Que walked up to it and patted its head, "Well done, but don't eat anything carelessly." Honghong tied Feng Hao up again.
Ning Que told them the information he had learned and began to urge them: "Go to bed early, we'll do something tomorrow." Little Butterfly brought the bedding next to the boys and let Feng Hao sleep on the bed, while they slept on the floor. Before going to bed, Huahua was also called out by Feng Hao.
Day 5
"Honghong, come on!" Ning Que had been trying to cheer for more than two hours. Seeing that Honghong was still in a single strand, she was very surprised. "I was able to separate Honghong into strands before, why can't I separate her now?" Forget it, she gave Honghong to Feng Hao. "Honghong, keep an eye on him."
A blush appeared on Feng Hao's fair face. "This isn't good! What are you going to do?" Ning Que pointed at Hu Yuanshan. "Don't we still have him?" Hu Yuanshan patted his chest. "As long as I'm still breathing, I'll bring my sister back."
Ning Que smiled and slapped him, "Forget it, if you're really worried, take your Huahua out of here." She looked at Feng Hao's confused face and added, "That paper figurine of yours, Little Butterfly. Go to the village chief's wife and make a scene, just like I told you to. Remember, the village chief is here today, so make a big scene now."
Ning Que and the other girl went to Sanwu's wife's house openly and kicked the door open. As a result, a cold light flashed, and Hu Yuanshan raised his sword to block it. With a ding, a brown object fell down and landed on the ground. In an instant, thick vines rose from the ground and densely covered the entire house.
Ning Que and Hu Yuanshan looked at each other. Why did it feel like the battle was over before it even started?
Ning Que patted her loudspeaker. A circle of villagers had already gathered around her. At this time, a little girl squeezed out from the dense crowd.
Ning Que saw it with his sharp eyes, beckoned her over with his hand, whispered a few words to Hu Yuanshan and the little girl, and took the sword from Yuanyuan.
Ning Que picked up the sword and chopped at the vine with such force that his hand was numb from the shock. However, he saw only a small cut on the vine. It seemed that if the cows and sheep were fed with it, their teeth would definitely break. He could only wait and see.
He came from afar, carrying a sprayer and a bucket of water on his back, "The lotus has been placed." Ning Que took the things, picked up the □□, DDT, paraquat, etc., poured them into the box, filled it with water, shook it evenly, and sprayed it on the roots of the plant.
Ning Que looked at the empty bucket and said, "It seems useless." She picked up the speaker and suddenly shouted, "Go out, go out! You have the ability to kill people, but why don't you have the ability to go out? Go out, go out!"
"Sister, why do you still have BJM?"
Ning Que shook his head desperately, but I didn't say anything. "It was crying by itself. Am I that kind of person?" The voice in the loudspeaker changed again. "He is so timid. The son he gave birth to...is he a human being?" The high-pitched ending tone still carried a charm.
Suddenly, the vines began to break into pieces, finally collapsing with a loud bang. Ning Que took out the flower from his pocket. In the middle of the yard lay a man, foaming at the mouth, most likely poisoned.
"What should I do? I don't know how to treat illnesses." Ning Que looked at the man with a blue face and foaming mouth, then glanced at Hu Yuanshan. "I didn't expect to drown him too." He waved at Huahua and said, "Go feed this man egg whites and milk."
After Huahua finished, they went in. "Let's go in! The rest can only rely on his own plant's self-cleaning ability."
The five people in the house found themselves trapped. Secretary Zhong crossed his arms and said, "Brother Yang, what should we do?" "Damn it," said the man with the tiger tattoo on his hand. "I can't get out. It's like I'm trapped in a maze. Heizi, can you get out?" A man with a missing eye and strange patterns on his face closed his eyes and said, "No, the poisonous insect I released hasn't contacted me since it got out."
Outside, Honghong pulled Feng Hao out, causing him to form a very strange walking posture, "Slow down, slow down." When they arrived next to Sanwu's wife's house, Honghong stared at all kinds of insects crawling out of the corner of the wall and bit them one by one. In the end, no more insects came out, and they refused to leave. Feng Hao could only squat there like a tied dog.
In the room, a figure in red flashed by. The five people turned their heads desperately, but found nothing. "Who is it? Is your magic useful? You can't catch a ghost." A short man in white clothes was sweating anxiously, "It shows that there is nothing here!" The whole wall began to melt, and the stairs and corridors began to twist and recombine to form a long corridor. A female ghost in red clothes at the back made a sour chewing sound.
The passage had reached the end. A female ghost in red stood there, blood seeping from her feet, motionless. Brother Yang's hand appeared covered with iron armor, and he fired a shot at the female ghost. The female ghost staggered, and a big hole appeared in her chest. She still stood there motionless. Brother Yang pushed Secretary Zhong next to him, "You go." Secretary Zhong gritted his teeth and pushed a girl with a student's head out, "You go, it's okay since you're a newcomer." The girl waved her hands, her eyes full of panic, "No, no." The two sides were deadlocked, and the armored Brother Yang pointed the muzzle of his gun at the mushroom-headed girl, "Go quickly, go, you don't have to die. If you don't go, I won't be polite."
The girl suppressed her sobs and walked over tremblingly. The three people over there kept retreating. The girl lifted her bloody hair and saw that her facial features were empty and there were maggots crawling inside. Suddenly, the female ghost bit her neck and the blood blurred her eyes.
The four people watched the female ghost licking the girl's head with relish, bringing up pieces of flesh and blood with each lick. The flesh became less and less, and the hole in the ghost's chest was slowly blocked. They seemed to be mesmerized, watching the female ghost eat her companion bite after bite. Secretary Zhong licked his lips in fascination and looked at Brother Yang next to him, "It looks delicious." Before they could even exclaim, he was swallowed up by the wall behind him.
Then Secretary Zhong slowly walked towards the wall and tied up the unconscious people one by one. "That little butterfly thing is quite useful." She kicked Brother Yang's steel arm, "A man's romance." The corridor and stairs slowly returned to their original appearance. The female ghost also dropped the corpse in her arms and ate a few mouthfuls of it. "This is too disgusting. By the way, where is Huahua?" Suddenly, the man with the pattern on his face ran out with a brisk stride. The female ghost said, "Sister, should we chase him?" Secretary Zhong waved her hand, "It doesn't matter. He escaped on his own. Let him run."
At this time, Huahua was wearing women's underwear and high heels, twisting and turning as she ran over, holding a flesh-colored object in her hand. Ning Que waited for Huahua to approach and saw that it was Secretary Zhong, who was naked. Ning Que hurried forward and said, "Why are you taking something that someone else has worn? Take it off quickly, it's very dirty." Huahua hugged Ning Que's arm and twisted and twisted, "No, Huahua, be good. I'll go back and make you some nice clothes."
Finally, he took it off reluctantly. Only then did Ning Que realize that Secretary Zhong's eyes were still open. "I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you. After all, underwear that has been worn by others will still be disgusting even after washing." Then he instructed Huahua to put Secretary Zhong's clothes back on.
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