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Chapter 120 Small Drum Bamboo Disease
The two sides are colliding.

At such a time, Wu Qing's move, Huang Ying's double claws, the crooked soul boy resisted!

"To your life!"

The bowed Wu Qing looked like a ferocious cheetah, with gleaming teeth.

Hate but no love!

With both claws in front, the shoulder and back muscles agitated, and the tips of Wu Qing's palms and claws suddenly pushed out felt like fine cotton cloth.

"Hey."

The cloth was torn, Wu Qing's nails were soaked with warm blood, and the next moment Wu Qing's fingertips became hard and cold.

The yellow mask of the crooked-mouthed spirit boy vibrated like a heartbeat, releasing a magnified phantom.

A ghost figure that could not be traced was inserted horizontally between Wu Qing's fingertips and the crooked-mouthed spirit boy.

Ok?
The sudden shadow made Wu Qing startled, she stopped, her eyes flickered, another ghost!

【Bamboo disease】

Seeing, hearing, and knowing the cause of false illness.

Soul body ghost.

Status: Detained
Level: Six Hills (Level [-])
Skill: [Bamboo Strips]

[Bamboo strips]: The bamboo strips craftsman in front of him, uses bamboo as armor and bamboo as soldiers after death.

On his pale face, two dead fish eyes that looked like black buttons stared at Wu Qing.

The green leather-colored armor covered the Bamboo Sick Ghost's body, reflecting the cool and faint light.

Take bamboo as armor.

Chi!
Wu Qing took a big stride, and his body circled a full arc.

The sound of tearing the wind chased Wu Qing's face, and after half a step, he was unable to silence the sound, and shook back.

Wu Qing looked up and saw that it was a bamboo strip with burrs, one finger wide.Following the gleaming bamboo skin, the eyes traced to the hand of the bamboo sick ghost. With the waving of its arm, the bamboo sticks were like flexible green snakes.

Use bamboo as a soldier.

Wu Qing didn't say a word, his footsteps interspersed, and he quickly shot diagonally, but a black shadow flashed in the corner of his eyes.

The voices of "Bang Bang Bang" formed a string and hit the back of his head very quickly.

Wu Qing had no choice but to dodge again and take a glance.

The crooked-mouthed soul boy roared over.From time to time, he has already circled behind him.

【Spirit boy with crooked mouth】

Status: Possessed by a ghost
【Ghost Possession】

Strength increases, speed increases, eyesight increases.Increase the ability to possess ghosts.

……

【Snare drum ghost】

For example, when all people are quiet, people from the ten directions beat drums.

ghost

Level: Twelve Mountains (Level [-])
Status: Detained, Possessed (Others)

Skill: Fighting Snare Drum...

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The soul boy with a crooked mouth exudes a cold temperament, under the hole in the clothes torn by Wu Qing's claws, there is unscathed skin.

[Yin Nuo face] Negative effect 1: Any damage received will be transferred to the wearer of [Nuo Gong] [Nuo face].

One person was injured, and two people were unlucky, but for the crooked-mouthed soul boy, he didn't care.

In the hands of the crooked-mouthed spirit boy is a child's rattle drum, but the handle is more than one meter long. It is far more solid than the tooth-pulling flags and porcelain vats Wu Qing saw before, and it is almost becoming a real thing.Actuated by the small drum ghost, the projectiles on both sides of the drum head fluttered and hit the drum head.

Bang Bang Bang!
The sound of the drumhead is a terrible rhythm.

With a childlike expression masked on his face, with a crooked mouth that looks like a smile but not a smile, he swings the drum, aiming at Wu Qing's head, seeing the strength of the swing, listening to the sound of the breaking wind, even if there is no edge, if the drum is strong Yes, it will definitely make Wu Qing's head bleed.

The eyes looking out from the eye holes in the mask were glowing with a strange red light, gouging out Wu Qing,

"I'll kill you first before leaving."

It is not only Wu Qing who is affected by the relationship between relatives and relatives, but the crooked soul boy also gave up the idea of ​​getting out early.

Swear to kill each other!
In the front, there is a bamboo sick ghost who shakes bamboo like a whip, and in the back is a crooked spirit boy who swings a drum.

The night that had just subsided, suddenly became lively again, especially the continuous sound of drums, as if going to a market.Wu Qing only felt a headache.

Wu Qing didn't resist the fierce wind from front and back, and rolled on the ground, which was ugly, but after this roll, Wu Qing plowed the ground with his toes, rubbed the wet river mud, and took a few steps forward distance.It was out of the bag.

As soon as he turned his head, the bamboo sick ghost, who had no physical body to drag him, chased after him. When Wu Qing turned his head, the green bamboo whip was unbiased, and it was drawn down between the eyes and between the eyebrows of Wu Qing.

Wu Qing twisted her waist and turned her back, wanting to use the black umbrella on her back to catch this forcefully. Even if the green bamboo whip is strong enough to walk around the black umbrella, the strength of the green bamboo whip can be somewhat weakened.Then he wanted to draw the knife with his hands behind his back.

He has a gun, but his gun is useless against bamboo sick ghosts.

It's almost a crooked-mouthed spirit boy with sharp eyes who is running towards the bamboo sick ghost.

Draw him to draw the sword.

He immediately ordered that through the perspective of ghosts, he had seen Wu Qing use this magnificently colored fine grass knife to chop the ghosts he served into pieces and disintegrate them.

The bamboo sick ghost turned his wrist, and there was a "snap", and the green bamboo whip was so fast that he didn't know whether it was the collision of the whip or the twitch of the air. In short, it exploded in the air, and the flexible bamboo strip with burrs was left on Wu Qing's right hand. A bruised scar.

Wu Qing let out a "hiss", endured the pain, and still drew the knife.

Bang Bang Bang.

The snare drum was hit by the drum pellets, making life-threatening ringing.

The spirit boy with a crooked mouth has arrived, and the sick bamboo ghost is squeezed away, and the snare drum with a long pole falls down.He was in a hurry to chase and kill him, but he didn't even bother to draw a gun.He just wanted to get rid of this damn little pawn in the most direct and fastest way.

Wu Qing climbed forward with all his strength, aimed at the drum surface of his head, and hit him heavily on the shoulder.

A painful and numb feeling spread from the shoulder to the tip of the right finger, as if the entire shoulder was frozen.

His right hand lost strength, and half of his body collapsed, and then his left hand, which was supporting the ground, seemed to be radiated by the pain, and the other half of his body also collapsed, and a shallow pit was smashed in the river beach mud on his chest.

Wu Qing's stiff movements were seen by the crooked soul boy, he laughed out loud, and swung his arms a little faster.
"Send you on your way!"

The gun holster on Wu Qing's right waist in the river mud was moved.

The spirit boy with a crooked mouth has sharp eyes, almost without thinking, and his whole body flashes.

"boom."

A half-hidden line of fire blasted through the cowhide at the bottom of Wu Qing's holster, passing through the phantom of the crooked-mouthed spirit boy.

Wu Qing turned on her side, her eyebrows stood up in anger, her left hand passed under the armpit of her right hand, she held up the gun, and the muzzle of the gun chased the crooked soul boy to pull the trigger, cursing dirtyly, "You little bastard!"

Guns can't kill bamboo sick ghosts, and they can't kill you?
At such a close distance, Ren Waizui Lingtong's sensitivity has increased to a higher level after being possessed by a ghost, but no matter how sensitive he is, the speed of his whole body cannot be faster than Wu Qing's movement of turning his wrist slightly.

With a slight twist of the wrist, the muzzle of the gun can keep chasing the crooked-mouthed soul boy.

In the continuous roar of gunfire, all the ten bullets in the magazine were shot empty, and one round directly sank into the back chest of the crooked soul boy on the hand and foot of the crooked soul boy. Wu Qing even saw the blood bloom, but the blood flower Disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Only a little red on the clothes on the back of the crooked soul boy proved that the bullet had been shot into his body—the damage was transferred.

The crooked-mouthed spirit boy cursed angrily, but nothing seemed to happen.

(End of this chapter)