Chapter 135 Death is an inevitable festival
In the room.
The man's body was dripping with blood, his eyeballs trembling wildly, rolling upwards with so much force that only the whites of his eyes were left, and a chilling, strange laugh escaped his mouth.
"Hehe."
"Hahaha, now it's your turn to choose how you die!"
Jiang Chen was stunned: "It's not very good, after all, it's the most important thing in your life."
"Just choose when I tell you to!" The man's voice became even more sinister.
"Okay, I choose..." Jiang Chen's finger slid across and landed on a small green drum.
"Suicide Ghost sneered. What can a small drum do? Ghost Energy +500."
It saw the young man in front of it bend his fingers and tap the drum.
The next moment.
There was a loud bang, and its mind exploded.
The suicide ghost lost consciousness in an instant.
At this time, a short knife was inserted into its neck, stirring sideways, drawing a semicircular arc, and black and red blood immediately flowed out. After stirring another half circle, the headless corpse of the suicide ghost fell to the ground with a bang.
"bite,……"
Jiang Chen moved as if he had practiced it countless times. There was not a single unnecessary movement, and he took off a ghost head with extreme skill.
It was so smooth that it seemed like an assembly line operation in a factory.
Su Ling was speechless watching from the side.
I even forgot to breathe.
There were only two words in her heart.
major!
So professional!
She couldn't help but recall that Jiang Chen had said before that he was a free and conscientious gold medal undertaker for unclaimed bodies.
It seems he was not lying.
When it comes to funerals, he has excellent professional qualities.
The operation is efficient and the movements are simple, which is amazing. It is almost a textbook way to send people away.
At this time.
Under the bed, a pale man shook his head, looking dazed.
"Strange, what happened just now? It seemed like there was a loud noise, but it also seemed like there wasn't one?"
"No, why did it suddenly become so quiet?"
"Where are the suicide ghost and the pervert from before?"
"The ghost under the bed is suspicious, ghost energy +400."
It was now curled up in the center of the bed, looking around with difficulty, trying to figure out what was going on.
The room, which was bustling before, suddenly became dead silent.
This made it a little nervous.
Turning his head to an angle, he saw a headless corpse.
But because it had no face, it couldn't tell whether this was the living person who broke in or the suicide ghost who had previously hidden in the closet.
Waited for a while.
The room was so quiet that it was a little eerie. The ghost under the bed finally couldn't sit still anymore. He moved to the side and quietly stuck half of his face out from under the bed to see what was going on.
It is lying down at the moment.
Before I could take a few glances, I suddenly felt a few drops of sticky, cold liquid falling on the back of my head.
"There's something creepy under the bed. What's that? Ghostly Aura +700."
I turned my head subconsciously.
What came into view was a face with eyes open in death, black and red rotten blood continuously flowing from the broken neck, and the pale eyeballs were full of unwillingness, staring at him intently.
A moment.
The ghost under the bed exploded, and the sudden fright almost scared it to death.
“Ahhhhh!!!”
"Ghost Energy +999!"
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" A hand slowly moved the suicide ghost's head away, revealing the handsome and gentle face of a young man behind it.
"Oh, sorry, I scared you."
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