I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Yang Zhao's brain was stunned, and the whole world turned red.

The originally pitch-black sky was covered with a layer of blood mist.

In the mist, Yang Zhao found that he seemed to have changed his world.

This is where?why am i here
Yang Zhao clenched the Flood Dragon Spear tightly in his hand, and scanned around with his eyes, examining this strange world.

This blood-red sign is ominous, the sky and the earth are squeezing her, the air is mocking her, and the unknown creatures here have shown hostility towards her.

Fear slowly rose in the corners and gradually occupied her heart.

Where is this?why is she here !She shouldn't be here, it's so dark, she should go back to school, otherwise the school teacher should look for her.

Thinking about it, Yang Zhao began to search for a taxi.

Obviously, in this scary and eerie space, the taxis and buses in classic ghost stories do not appear.

"The ghosts in this world are a bit unreliable. I don't know the classic horror elements of ghost stories."

Yang Zhao complained in her heart, trying hard to distract herself in fear, otherwise she was afraid that she would collapse and yell.

After all, she was really afraid of ghosts since she was a child.

But the eyes of the surroundings, without exception, reminded this place that there might really be ghosts.

"No, modern social science values, ghosts are feudal superstitions, why should I believe that there really are ghosts?"

"That's right, how can there be ghosts in this world? I'm just scaring myself. I'm not afraid."

But before she finished talking, the ghost came.

The ghost bared its teeth and claws, stretching out its black and red ghost claws and rushed over.

Yang Zhao shuddered, and stabbed out the dragon spear in his hand.

"No, why do I have this thing in my hand? I..."

Before she could figure it out, the ghost turned around to avoid the corner of the wall, and grabbed it again with one claw.

Yang Zhao flicked his spear, sweeping across the opponent's waist and abdomen.

But who knows that the inner ghost actually flew up, not only dodged the spear, but also jumped down like an eagle from top to bottom.

Yang Zhao retracted his gun, pointed the tip of the gun up at the pounced ghost, and waited for the other party to string a candied haws for him.

"Is there something wrong with this gun, why do I use it so smoothly, or is there something wrong with me?"

But it is obvious that the other party is not a fool, and he can really fly.

Yang Zhao just watched helplessly as he flew up, then swooped down again in another direction.

Where is this?Why are there ghosts?

Yang Zhao grabbed a ball beside him and threw it over. When the opponent turned around and walked away, he stabbed the opponent's heart with a Yangtze River, and then took advantage of the situation to stir it.

So cool.

Looking at the ghost that fell to the ground with a bang, Yang Zhao felt like he drank iced sour plum soup, and shivered all over his body.

But why is the place where the ghost fell so low?

No, why is there no ground under her own feet?
Has she become a ghost too?
When did you die?Why doesn't she know it herself?
Is this the underworld?
She actually killed a ghost in this underworld!

You know, when she was at home, she only killed fish, not even chickens.

However, it would be nice if there were more ghosts and let her kill them.

That shot not only killed the ghost, but also drove out the fear in her heart.

But too little of this fear went out, and too much was left behind. She fumbled around impatiently.

Who knew what Yang Zhao was thinking, but in the blink of an eye, two more popped out of his back.

These two ghosts look nothing like the one in front.

The appearance is grotesque, reckless, and does not take into account the feelings of others.

Since the two ghosts didn't care about other people's feelings, Yang Zhao didn't want to care about each other's feelings, so it would be great if they stabbed them directly.

Excited to think about it.

Although there was one more ghost this time, Yang Zhao felt that the movements of the two ghosts were so familiar.

After two trips, she found that she could completely predict the next move of the two ghosts.

Could it be that these two ghosts have killed themselves many times?

This ghost is still weird.

Yang Zhao shattered one ghost's sky cap with one shot, and stabbed another ghost in the heart without taking two steps.

Hee hee, it feels pretty good.

She didn't worry about why she could fly, she floated down, and stabbed it twice with the gun.

It feels really good in the hand, alas, how can there be such a cool thing in the world as killing ghosts.

But the ghost is dead, shouldn't it disappear?

These ghosts are dead, why are there corpses?

Is this not a ghost, but a human?
No, how can people fly?

In the world of science, how can people fly?
Since people can't fly, then those who can fly are of course ghosts.

Haha.

Since there are ghosts in the world, shouldn't she invite a Taoist monk or something to save her?
But please, this thing costs money.

She has no money.

When the next ghost came, Yang Zhao was still thinking about it.

She herself is a registered Taoist priest. Although there is as much water in it as the Pacific Ocean, she is a Taoist priest. There is no doubt about it.

Since she is a Taoist priest, it is not enough for her to find an outsider and save her by herself.

Direct physical transcendence.

When I made up my mind, seven or eight people were already lying on the ground.

Two of them were still alive, trembling and still wanting to crawl out.

He babbled and babbled words that Yang Zhao could not understand, making Yang Zhao upset.

Yang Zhao killed both of them with one shot, squatting on the side, thinking about the matter of transcendence.

Excessive salvation seems to invite God, why invite God?

Can God give it a stab?
Would it be better to give God a poke?
When seven or eight ghosts rushed forward, the joy in Yang Zhao's heart almost overflowed.

Please God.

She wants to ask God.

Praise the gods, talk about the past, give tribute to the gods, and then...

A huge throne broke through the constraints of time and space, and was pulled out by a thin golden aura.

Sitting on the throne was a middle-aged man with a majestic expression.

Although his face was somewhat blurred and his figure was not particularly tall, just sitting on the throne gave people a feeling of wanting to worship him.

He slowly opened a pair of indifferent eyes, and glanced at Heizhu Island leisurely, indifferent to the bustling scenes on and off the island.

I looked all over the island and the sea, and finally my eyes fell on the little girl who was killed and covered in blood.

This little girl had a smile on her face, and her methods were very spicy. She danced vigorously with a long spear, and used all kinds of low-level spells.

The tricks and spells are tricky and vicious, and they all rush to greet the enemy's vital points. The goal is very clear, they just want people's lives.

"This little girl is the so-called island owner. He has a Qiankun bag on his body, and the vein-opening leaf of Heizhu Island is on her body. Brothers, kill him!"

"This idea is a bit tricky, guys, let's do it side by side!"