"If you don't come, why don't you ask me to invite you?"
Meng Fan curled his lips and raised his head.
The autumn moonlight was a bit cold.
The moonlight floated and sprinkled on the yard, making the ground look like hoarfrost.
No wonder the poem said "It is suspected to be frost on the ground."
"squeak" As he moved, he gently pushed open the wood door and walked out of the gate.
This time he was full of confidence.
He was afraid that he would fight with the ghosts and make too much noise and wake up his family, so he changed the location.
The choice is outside the home.
There is an open space outside the door.
It is now shrouded in night and cannot be seen clearly.
Maybe it should be equipped with street lights.
However, at this time, his body was different from that of ordinary people, and he could barely distinguish objects in the night.
"oh" As soon as he reached the door, Meng Fan's eyes suddenly froze and he stopped.
He saw a black mist rolling in the darkness not far away.
It seemed that it had just arrived, exuding a soul-stirring aura.
It's not who the ghost is.
"You're taking a walk" "Why don't you come in and sit down?"
When Meng Fan saw this scene, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The previous two times, he was terribly afraid of the ghost and was chased in such a panic that he had no power to fight back.
But this time it was different and he couldn't help but joke.
"Hey, let me tell you."
Meng Fan walked towards the ghost figure step by step, turned his hand, took out the peach wood sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at the ghost figure, "I was tortured a lot by you the last two times, this time we have to do something It’s over.”
He has the spirit of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.
"Those who have a grudge will take revenge, and those who have a grudge will retaliate."
He learned the lines from martial arts movies and stood with his sword in hand, looking very heroic and elegant.
If he had been born in a rough age, this posture would probably have captivated one or two beauties.
"Hiss."
The black mist had condensed into a human form, staring directly at the mahogany sword in Meng Fan's hand, as if he was a little afraid.
Unexpectedly, the kid in front of him didn't run away this time, as if he was waiting for him.
I couldn't accept it for a while.
This time, the ghost shadow didn't scream as much as last time.
Instead, its behavior became crisp and clean.
With one hand, it condensed a black energy, turned into a long snake, and flew straight towards Meng Fan.
"For a true immortal, a trick you use once will be useless the second time."
After Meng Fan broke through to the first level of spirit condensation, both his body and senses became unusual.
Although the long snake was very fast, it seemed to Meng Fan that it was still a little slow.
He raised the mahogany sword carelessly and struck with one sword.
The long snake stabbed and hit the snake's head.
"Bang" The snake head exploded suddenly, turned into a black smoke, rolled back, and merged into the ghost's body.
A cat that was chasing a mouse stopped when it saw this scene, tilted its head, looked at Meng Fan, and then at the ghost figure.
Suddenly the fur on its body exploded, and it howled in horror.
In an instant, He jumped out of sight.
"Hiss."
When the ghost figure missed the hit, it rolled up again, and the black smoke condensed into several long snakes, entwining and spinning, and it seemed to be overwhelming, and it wrapped towards Meng Fan.
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The momentum was huge and terrifying. .
Meng Fan smiled indifferently, not taking this move seriously at all, and actually started to dance with his sword.
"Today there is an immortal named Meng Fan, who dances with his sword and moves the air in all directions.
The spectators are as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time."
His expression was light and airy, free and elegant, and he actually recited poetry, and even danced the mahogany sword with great force.
Although there was no routine, it was visually dazzling, powerful and truly bluffing. , exerting the strong power of the body, dancing faster and faster.
In the blink of an eye, those long snakes flew over and collided with the mahogany sword.
All the snakes collapsed, not even touching the corners of Meng Fan's clothes.
"If that's all you have, I won't play with you anymore.
It's a bit boring."
Fun doesn't mean you have to keep playing.
Dragons have reverse scales and they also have a temper.
This ghost has provoked him many times, seducing him and killing him time and time again.
It even brought trouble to his father.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
Meng Fan's eyes were sharp, he held the peach wood sword, jumped into the air, swung the sword towards the ghost shadow, he also wanted to see if the peach wood sword could cut the ghost shadow in two.
"roar" Seeing that the situation was not going well, the ghost let out a low howl.
In an instant, black smoke billowed from its body and turned into a bloody mouth.
Its fangs and sharp teeth suddenly opened, emitting bursts of stench.
Then, there were several more blurry corpses, struggling in the bloody mouth, as if they were trying to crawl out.
While struggling, various sounds of crying and whimpering came out, as if they were coming from the underworld.
Meng Fan froze when he heard this voice, and his eyes briefly became confused.
He felt as if he was being haunted by a hundred ghosts, and he fell into a trance for a moment.
He seemed to see Zhu Zhu who was drinking with him, holding a glass of wine, his eyes were red and gushing with blood: "Meng Fan, you lied to me, why don't you burn the paper man for me, I'm waiting for you, come with me Die" Then Carpenter Zhang appeared again, holding a saw and sawing a corpse.
He was bleeding profusely.
He suddenly raised his head and stared at Meng Fan, and said solemnly: "Baby, do you want to sleep on a bed made of human bones and covered with human skin?"
The quilt is very comfortable.”
He even saw the shadow of his father, looked at Meng Fan angrily, and said in a stern tone: "If you can't find a job and still have the honor to go home, it's better to die."
"ah" Meng Fan felt his soul trembling and had a splitting headache.
He covered his head and fell to the ground from the air.
The critical moment between life and death was close.
"Sizzle" Seeing Meng Fan fall, the bloody mouth dissipated, revealing the ghost's body.
It spit out a long tongue, licked its lips, as if it saw delicious food, and floated towards Meng Fan in a sinister manner, extending its ghostly body.
The claw pointed at Meng Fan's forehead: "Here comes the soul."
"Here you go" A naughty smile appeared on Meng Fan's face.
At this time, not only was his body strong, but his soul was also much stronger.
He was not as fragile as before.
He was still very easy to face the soul attack of Ghost Shadow.
It can be resisted.
"laugh" While laughing and cursing, he waved his hand, and the mahogany sword exuded a primitive light, and instantly pierced the ghost's body, creating a huge hole.
Black smoke spread out like an extinguishing bonfire.
"Woo" The situation was reversed.
The ghost let out a miserable roar and retreated rapidly.
The black mist on its body rolled crazily, making it look very panicked and shocked.
I'm afraid I'm thinking in my heart, this person is too bad.
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After a while, the ghost's body barely recovered, but most of the black mist on his body dissipated.
Although the stabbing did not kill him, it still caused fatal damage.
"Sizzle" While roaring, the ghost figure seemed to have made a decision.
The body suddenly flew up, dragging a stream of black smoke, and flew quickly towards Meng Fan's home.
It seemed that he was outmatched and no longer struggled with Meng Fan.
He wanted to fight against Meng Fan.
Meng Qingshan took action and swept across the yard in the blink of an eye.
Before entering the house, the ghost turned back and glanced at Meng Fan, with a trace of mockery in his eyes, as if to say, what's the point of being so powerful?
I'll kill you now.
But looking back, I found something was wrong.
Because he caught a glimpse of the kid smiling, a bit teasingly, as if he was looking at an idiot.
He must be pretending to be sophisticated, the ghost thought, and swayed his body and got into the door.
"boom" Suddenly a change occurred.
The ghost screamed and his body flew out from the door.
It seemed that he had been hit hard and was thrown out.
"Dong dong" A tall body suddenly appeared, walked out through the door, his steps were steady, majestic, and full of endless domineering.
He was wearing a strange helmet, his eyes were shining with sharp light, he did not speak, and he looked aloof. , walked up to the ghost, picked him up, and punched the ghost one after another like a violent storm.
"Ugh" The ghost let out bursts of painful screams.
If it were a normal attack, it would not be harmed.
However, this attack was mixed with an extremely pure energy.
Once it was hit, it would be like being charged by a bull.
It was so unbearable that in a moment, countless holes were punched in the ghost's body.
Sure enough, there is something going on.
The ghost stared blankly at the tall figure that suddenly appeared, and made a vague sound: "What is this?"
"This is your dad" Meng Fan patted the dirt on his body, held up the mahogany sword, and pointed at the ghost: "Iron Man, kill him."
"Bang bang bang" Another fierce attack made the ghost's body shrink and become smaller and smaller.
Even though the black mist rolled in, it could not make up for the damage it suffered at this moment.
"Iron Man" The ghost said something in a strange tone.
He had never seen such a terrifying thing in his memory.
He was fearless and unparalleled in his ferocity.
It was like the kind that could kill him if he met his nemesis.
It struggled to break free, but was unable to do so.
It was so embarrassing and helpless to be carried and beaten like this.
"Iron Man, Flame Cannon" Meng Fan pointed his hand at his eyes, then touched his neck, making a killing gesture.
He often watched movies and thought this posture was a bit cool, so he couldn't help but learn it.
"Bang" As he thought, the two flames between Iron Man's eyes were fired at the ghost figure like a flame cannon.
The blue flames instantly ignited, and it started to beep, beep, and burn.
Seeing the fire ignited, Iron Man raised his hand and threw the burning ghost into the air.
Then there was another sharp light between his eyebrows, hitting the ghost in the air.
Dots of fire scattered in all directions, like a bright flower. blooming fireworks With a scream, the ghost disappeared.
Unexpectedly, the three words "Iron Man" became his last words.
But what Iron Man is, he didn’t even figure it out before he died: