MTL - Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect-Chapter 62 Imagination 2

"Game your mother!" The pony rushed toward the room and was caught by Ye Shaoyang.

"What are you doing? You forgot that this is an illusion, just something that happened. What did you go in and return to save it seventy years ago?"

"Her mother / animal, beast!" The pony eyes are red, and the scorpion is screaming. I don’t know what Dazu is, or the negative man Dongye.

"From this moment, the innocent and kind-hearted Feng Xinyu, died." The white man murmured, waved again, and then pushed open the door. At this time, Dazu was no longer there. Feng Xinyu was sitting on the bed in a neat shirt, with **** marks on his neck. There was still a trace of blood, and I cried, crying very sad, very desperate.

Ye Shaoyang sighed secretly. He could understand Feng Xinyu's mood at this time. Her despair was not only because she was raped, but more importantly, her boyfriend's betrayal, and her life pushed her to the sea of ​​fire...

I don't know how long it took, she stopped crying, climbed to the bed, touched a scalpel on the bedside table, rubbed her messy hair with her hand, laughed loudly, no more pain and sorrow in her eyes, only decisive, only Hatred. Burn like a fire.

"Too Saburo, I will not let you go!"

"Puzzling", the scalpel was deeply plunged into his belly, and a cavity of blood spurted out. She seemed to forget the pain. She still laughed and pushed the scalpel hard...

Ye Shaoyang and the pony don't go too far, can't bear to see this **** and sad scene.

At this moment, the door was opened, and a black figure came in, like a shadow in the sun, some people's body and facial features, but the whole body was dark, very tall, at least two meters, very thin, double The arms and legs are extremely thin and extremely long, with two horns on both sides of the head.

It came to Feng Xinyu, and she was still in the air, squatting in front of her, opening her mouth and blowing a sigh of relief at her.

"This is..." Ye Shaoyang looked back at the white man.

"The evil spirits, from the ground, in the yin nest."

Ye Shaoyang was shocked and said: "At that time, where did the yin nest?"

"Already there, at the time, downstairs, at least dozens of people died, go out and tell me, then watch."

The evil spirits breathed a sigh of relief, stood aside, and split their feet. A black gas came out and hovered from the foot of Feng Xinyu, encircling her whole, shrinking a little, and inhaling her into the crack.

A ghost corpse was born. There is no longer a good thought in his heart, only hatred.

Ye Shaoyang sighed secretly, his heart was mixed, and he was overwhelmed by an unclear emotion.

The white man waved again, the scene changed again, it was dark, and it was the same room, but the furnishings changed. A female nurse sat on the bed with a bronze mirror on the bedside table and an oil lamp next to it.

The little nurse combed her hair in the mirror. Suddenly, she felt her neck itch. It seemed like she was sighed and hurried back. Nothing happened. The little nurse frowned, continued to comb her hair, and licked a brisk tune in her mouth. .

In the mirror, she held the hand of the comb and was held by a white tender hand. The little nurse was scared on the spot, looking at the mirror, a black hair, slowly rising from behind her, then a pale Face, a pair of **** eyes, a strange light under the candlelight.

"Heart rain!" The little nurse jumped up in shock and turned and looked. Feng Xinyu wore a white dress and squatted on the bed in a weird posture. She held her comb in her hand and raised a smirk at the corner of her mouth. The chilly voice said: "I will help you comb your hair."

The little nurse fell to the ground and shivered and cried. "Hey, my sister, I was good before you were alive. I have not harmed you. After you died, I secretly burned paper for you. Don't scare me." !"

Feng Xinyu smiled evilly, and there was no mercy in his eyes. He said quietly: "Let me go with me."

She twisted her body like a mollusk, climbed to the front of the little nurse, opened her mouth, and the tongue was divided into three forks like a snake letter. It was a little nurse's face and it was a layer of flesh.

"Ah--" the little nurse screamed.

Feng Xinyu giggled, the white palm of her hand, stroking from her face, suddenly force, **** were inserted into her two eyes, blood spurted out, Feng Xinyu mouth plucked, fingers deep into her head, pulled out At the time, the palm of the hand holds a group of hot brains and white brains, and greedily licks on the lips...

The pony couldn’t bear to look again, bowed his head and sighed deeply.

"I still want to see it?" asked the white man.

"Look." Ye Shaoyang bit his teeth. "I want to see how the two devils died."

"It’s very miserable." The white man said, waving again, the picture turned and came to the office of Dazuo.

At dusk, the office was lit with electric lights. Suddenly, the sound of a few short-circuited currents was heard. The lights suddenly turned out to be dark and dark. Finally, the oil was lighted on the table, and the documents were sorted out, and the drawers were suddenly opened. A wrinkle, a few strands of hair found on the top of a document in the drawer, Dazuo for a while, pulled the drawer completely.

Feng Xinyu's face, in the drawer, facing up, smiled at Dazuo sweetly.

Dazu "ah" screamed, closed the drawer, kicked the bench, ran to the door, wanted to open the door, but could not open the door, looked back in horror, a white hand, extended into the drawer Outside, pull the drawer open, and then Feng Xinyu's head sticks out, the two eyelids are empty, there is no eyeball, and two black worms are squirming inside.

Dazu’s expression was stiff and his mouth was almost vomiting.

Feng Xinyu, like a snake, constantly twisted his body, drilled out of the drawer, got stuck in half, frowned, and reached into the drawer, tearing it away, throwing a **** flesh on the ground, and then sticking it in. And tore a hand... until the ground was full of minced meat, her hands slid out of the drawer, the buttocks and the meat of the two thighs were torn open, holding two white thigh bones Going over to Dazu, the two calves are turned out and bloody.

The pony licked his mouth and groaned in his stomach, almost vomiting out.

Looking at Feng Xinyu who slowly climbed over, Dazuo screamed desperately, took out the sabre, and smashed down against Feng Xinyu. A plasma spurted out, Feng Xinyu’s head was split into two halves, there was no brain at all, only countless black Small bugs, mixed with plasma, crawled up and down in the head.

"Wow..." The pony finally couldn't help it. He stooped and spit it up. As a result, he didn't spit it out. He thought that it was probably the white man who made the law so that he would not be too embarrassed in his dreams, so he looked up again. .

Feng Xinyu raised his hands, put his head together, hugged Dazuo's neck, extended his three-pronged tongue, licked his face, and peeled off a piece of flesh, which was chewy.

Ye Shaoyang shook his head and said: "There is an old saying in Huaguo that I can't wait to eat your flesh. I didn't expect her to do it."

"Haha, haha..." Feng Xinyu laughed loudly, snorted, his ears were gone, he licked, his nose was gone, and another slap, the scalp was torn up... Dazuo screamed again, like in With the rhythm of Feng Xinyu.