[MTL, BL] The Top Streamers of the Horror Circle are Wild in The Novice Village

2.7

"Uh—" Wei Qing pointed to the ceiling.

That thing has a long face!

Helpless, his spicy sticks stuck in his throat, and physiological saline was hot from the corners of his eyes.

Tang Ke anxiously waited for Wei Qing to speak, but saw that Wei Qing suddenly cried "pear blossoms with rain", and the whole person panicked.

What's the matter, what can make the ghost cry?

What should I do? He's crying, do you want to hug him?

Will I be beaten if I hug it?

Wei Qing saw Tang Kexin's two big, worried eyes...

"Hey." He wanted to laugh, "kekekekeke!"

Wen Muyang: "Oh, poor little~"

Wu Jin, who was just kicked over by "poor little" Looking at them silently.

To be on the safe side, Tang Kexin turned around and drew his gun and aimed directly at the ceiling.

In the corner, a full-fledged voice sounded: "So small, what can I wear?"

A yin veneer veneered across the face, Wei Qing stopped coughing, and looked at the source of the voice, it was a long haired man A weirdo with a face like a straw. Listening to the voice is a middle-aged man.

The man was short and stocky, with spicy sticks in his hands, and a gun ten times the size of Tang Kexin's silver gun at his feet. At first glance, it was a prop in the door.

Wei Qing remembered a hemp rope and a match stick of his own, and felt that his IQ was insulted.

The weirdo said, "If you want to hit me, I can help you, but there's a hole in the top, and we are the ones who drowned. You look smart, don't you be so stupid?"

This man's voice made Tang Ke's heart a little familiar. , he withdrew his gun and wanted to step forward to check, but Wei Qing, who was beside him, jumped in first.

Wei Qing: "Are you the boss here?"

Liu Weiren glanced at Wei Qing through the gap in his hair. He was a little surprised that someone who shot so ruthlessly looked like the handsome younger brother of the leader.

Seeing that the strange person didn't answer, Wei

Qing turned a little and pointed at the two-meter-tall bald- headed fat man in the center of the field who was laughing while stepping on him and asked, "Are you the boss or is he the boss?" Liu Weiren: "Why ask that?"

"If You are, or if you are going to interfere with me, then I will beat you first, so as not to fight too hard for a while." Wei Qing smiled harmlessly, but his voice seemed to pierce the eardrum of the other party.

"..." How could someone laugh and threaten people!

Liu Weiren felt like he had been shot by a laser gun. The skin was fine, but the inside was bloody.

He reluctantly calmed down and said solemnly: "What is there to be the boss here, is it possible that he can really make a wish to leave this world? Only those

idiots will believe it." Hearing Liu Weiren's words, Tang Kexin asked: " So the wishes here are limited?" When questioned, he carefully looked at the strange man's face, trying to find pieces of splicing in his mind.

Liu Weiren lowered his head subconsciously, as if he was hiding something.

He said: "The people here stay, short day, long years, a person can win every month, every win says they want to go, can a ghost do not really know they have to go out of it?"