Chapter 143 (1/2)

”Squeak...”

Pushing open the hidden dormitory door, the old man put his head in:

”boss?”

However, there was no one in the room. This is Wang Baosteel's dormitory. The old man asked where Zhou Ze, a small Flathead, had gone back from the dormitory office. The other side replied that Zhou Ze was here.

But what about people?

Lao Dao scratched his head. It's impossible for the boss to leave without saying hello. Is it up?

The old way began to walk up the stairs. In fact, there are many people living in this dormitory building. There are thirty or forty dormitories on each floor. Each dormitory is filled with eight students. How many people are there?

But in the evening, the damp environment and the almost silent corridor still make people feel cold. It's also a strange drop.

Obviously in the crowd, but you will still be afraid.

And tonight, it seems to feel more intense.

Just as Lao Dao went upstairs, he saw a student standing in front of him. The student was wearing a yellow sweater, holding something like a picture board, and looked at him motionless.

”What are you looking at? Go back to sleep!”

Laodao yelled, just like the teacher of Suzhou management attached to him.

The student nodded, turned around and walked into the wall of the stairway.

”Well...”

The old way smashes it, smashes its mouth,

fuck,

is this a school or a ghost kingdom?

It's really not the work of a teacher in charge of dormitories. Are you in charge of students or playing the game of ghost escape?

The hand,

reached into the crotch and touched it, took out a piece of yellow Rune paper, put the old way on the tip of the nose and sniffed. The paper fragrance of the ancestral Rune paper gave him a great sense of security.

The next moment, Lao Dao did not rush to move, but took out his mobile phone, ready to call the boss.

Boss, the ghost you are searching for, I found it!

However, when the mobile phone dials out, it shows no signal.

Niang, it's bad.

The old Taoist slowly retreated, and then he was ready to shout. At this time, he did not care whether he would disturb the sleep of the flowers of the motherland, or whether he would care about his face or not. Without Zhou Ze around, the old Taoist felt very insecure.

Just as Lao Dao opened his voice, he felt something stuck in his throat. He couldn't shout it out. He almost didn't recite it at one breath.

Now the sweat on his forehead began to show up. He knew that it was the ghost who stared at him.

Wipe,

What's the ability to bully Bronze? If you have the ability to find the dead!

In his heart, Lao Dao cordially greets the 18 generations of female ancestors of the deceiving ghost, and then without hesitation turns around to prepare to go down the stairs.

I can't get up, I can't get up,

I can't get up!

Who knows, the old road just came down the stairs, but saw the steps at his feet suddenly become twisted, uneven height, the old road slipped at his feet, and fell down directly. Fortunately, he is good at his skill, otherwise other old people can go to prepare for the future if they fall like this.

But even so, Lao Dao was still bruised.

When he struggled to stand up, he saw the boy in the yellow sweater with the picture board still standing in front of him.

He is looking at himself,

at the same time,

the pen in his hand seems to be drawing something on the drawing board.

The rabbit is in a hurry, but it still bites. The Taoist priest directly rushes forward with the rune paper in his hand. It's a big deal!

However, before the stairs were unable to come down, now they have become unable to go up. The old road keeps running on the stairs, but it has kept a distance of about two meters from the youth, which is impossible to get close to.

Lao Dao simply took off, jumped up and threw out the rune paper in his hand.

The young man raised his head and saw a hole in his eyes. He raised his hand and the pen in his hand went out at once, turning it into a thick and colorful pen. In a moment, he dyed the bright yellow Rune paper black.

Seeing this scene, Lao Dao's heart was in despair, and his ancestral Rune paper was so lightly dissolved by the ghost.

Finish,

finish!

The old man jumped up and fell heavily on the stairs, and the whole man ”poof poof” fell down.

The young man slowly came down, and the old man struggled to raise his head and watched the other side keep approaching himself.

At this time, the most beautiful and beautiful voice in the world makes the Taoist priest burst into tears

From boss Zhou's voice,

Lao Dao's heart was full of hope!

The young man turned over and saw Zhou Ze behind him. He frowned slightly, as if he had no choice but to have a headache.

Then, the young man began to walk to the wall, intending to hide himself again. He didn't seem interested in fighting with Zhou Ze, and he knew how strong the man who first walked into the dormitory today was.But how could Zhou Ze let him go out so easily? His fingernails were directly embedded in the wall. Zhou Ze's body retreated and his arms pulled back suddenly!

”Bang!”

The boy was dragged out and landed on the stairs. His drawing board and pen were all on the ground.

”Hum!”

The boy's original empty eyes showed a dark red color. He was angry. He was angry. Before that, he felt that he gave Zhou Ze a lot of face, but Zhou Ze was a little shameless.

”Hiss”

Zhou Ze was surprised to see the sound of paper tearing in front of him. Then, Zhou Ze saw the sleeve on his arm crack, and then the skin and flesh burst, and the blood kept flowing out.

Zhou Ze began to retreat. After a distance back, the injury just disappeared. Even Zhou Ze's injured arm recovered as before.

What's going on?

The old Taoist priest got up while Zhou Ze was entangled with the ghost and was ready to run away, but the boy appeared in front of him like he was only staring at him.