Welcome to the world of strange dreams

"Follow me and don't move more than two meters away." Li Yu's gentle voice sounded next to Fu Minghui.

Seeing that Fu Minghui was stunned, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, you are still an ordinary citizen. The Lord will not let you be in danger. This is our discipline. Jianhui and I have arranged to protect you. No matter what, we will not Let something happen to you.”

Fu Minghui subconsciously stroked his neck.

Not only was it because I couldn't breathe just now, but now it hurts so much that I'm afraid there are already bruises and bruises.

And at the moment when her lightsaber was broken, her mask seemed to have fallen off, and it was already its original appearance.

"Lord, you have a sense of proportion." Noticing Fu Minghui's little movements, Li Yu quickly explained awkwardly, "Although you are facing a little danger, he can't move before the time comes. But after all, look, isn't it okay?"

That is to say, as long as she doesn't die, it doesn't matter if she gets hurt.

Fu Minghui's mood was complicated.

On the one hand, Luo Zhao saved her life many times, but on the other hand, he would not hesitate to let her suffer some minor crimes for the sake of the so-called mission.

How scared she was just now, and she didn't know he was pretending to be a puppet.

"Ouch, you're so pouty that you can be jealous." Li Yu teased.

Fu Minghui quickly retracted his expression.

Is she considered a non-staff member?

But no matter how extra-staff she is, she is still on a mission and cannot get emotional.

And she followed Li Yu obediently, and found that he led her and the tired female ghost in three circles in the center of the warehouse.

I wonder how Li Yu turned around in such a roundabout way.

And every time he turned around, he placed something similar to a Taoist magic weapon on the ground at different angles.

She didn't understand either, she just remembered that her father occasionally played with similar ones.

The most important thing is the feeling. She can feel the red and golden electric light flashing slightly on those magical instruments, and they make a soft sound, which is very fascinating.

Looking at Luo Zhao and Zhang Jianhui again, the battle is still going on.

Zhang Jianhui is still very fierce.

But whether the opponent explains it in terms of soul or energy, it always disperses and gathers, gathers and disperses, seemingly endlessly.

It seems that being attacked is not painless.

But Wei Tong's order seemed to be a whip that drove them. They couldn't stop unless the host told them to stop.

Moreover, they also seem to have obsessions, obsessions that must be completed to achieve their goals.

"Don't be anxious. Once the root cause is solved, it will be solved naturally." Li Yu also took the time to say to Zhang Jianhui, "There's no need to use too much force. Just make sure they don't come up to mess with it."

Even in such a tense state, his tone was gentle and unhurried.

It seems that a cultivator should be like him.

Thinking of her father, he also had such a good temper.

Except for her and her mother, nothing could disturb his old man's thoughts.

For her father, there was really no other big deal except death.

But he is dead...

Fu Minghui felt a pain in his heart and immediately forced himself to withdraw his mind and look to the other side.

Luo Zhao was taking it easy.

It's not that Wei Tong is weak, in fact, he is really strong.

It’s not just the ghosts that change into scary shapes to scare people, or simple and crude actions like pinching, biting, and tearing.

If those were physical attacks, he now had magical attacks.

Under his ferocious expression, bursts of black energy appeared all over his body.

The black energy was as substantial as a dry branch stretching out from hell. It stretched out and pierced in along the place where Luo Zhao touched him.

Luo Zhao's sleeves were half rolled up, and one hand was still pinching Wei Tong's neck, holding him high in the air.

Fu Minghui saw with his own eyes that those black branches soaked into Luo Zhao's skin and penetrated deeply. His neck, the backs of his hands and forearms were slowly turning black.

But just when she was anxious to remind him, Luo Zhao used some method to force the black energy back.

At the same time, he raised his steps and lifted the struggling Wei Tong directly into the opposite wall. He took out his lightsaber and pierced Wei Tong and the wall behind him.

That was a real lightsaber, not the fake sword that fell to the ground upon impact.

Although he did not respond to magic attacks, his "physical" ability to convince people was still very effective.

So Wei Tong, the appearance of a child, and the evil heart of an adult criminal, now mixed into a ball of filth, like an ugly worm, twisting and nailed there.

"Let me go!" he screamed.

"Who is the person you are connected to in this world?" Luo Zhao asked coldly.

"I won't tell!"

"Then I won't let it go."

"Will you let me go if I tell you?"

"will not."

"Ah ah ah, liar, bastard! If you can, let me go and fight!"

"As if you can win in a one-on-one fight, you will lose even more miserably." Luo Zhao snorted.

Wei Tong cursed a string of dirty words.

Even an adult with such a dirty mouth is breathtaking, let alone his child-like appearance.

Fu Minghui simply couldn't see it.

"If I don't tell you, you won't know who that person is!" Wei Tong shouted.

"I will find out myself." Luo Zhao's attitude was so calm, but also revealed an unquestionable toughness.

"Are you scared now?" He twitched the corners of his lips mockingly.

"Because you will be driven from the borders to where you belong."

"You can no longer do whatever you want, and you may face terrible punishment."

"I don't believe in the way of heaven, but I believe in rules. No matter what space, as long as everything is running, there must be rules."

"So are you scared?"

"But it's too late."

As he spoke sentence by sentence, Wei Tong's face became extremely distorted.

It looks vicious, but actually hides a huge fear.

The most enjoyable thing in the world is this: watching people bully and hurt others, waiting in fear for the punishment of powerful rules.

How can you do evil without paying the price?

The price is often times or hundreds of times higher, but it is a pity that the perpetrators did not expect this day to come when they committed the evil.

They didn't believe it at the time, and by the time they believed it, just like Luo Zhao said, it was already too late.

"What's this called?" Luo Zhao asked without looking back.

Li Yu automatically answered, "If a person dies, he will become a ghost, and if a ghost dies, he will become a ghost. If a ghost dies, he will become a hope. If a ghost dies, he will become a disaster."

"Luo Zhao, you don't believe this, right? You don't believe it at all! Why are you using this to scare me again?" Wei Tong no longer had the strength to even kick, and hung on the wall like a rag.

The previous viciousness and cruelty were gone now.

Sure enough, a villain can only do so in the face of absolutely powerful power.

The only ones they dare to hurt are the weak.

Coward!

Fu Minghui felt contempt in his heart.

"I don't believe it." Luo Zhao said calmly, "But what if I'm wrong?"

Yes, what if?

What if the things in myths that everyone deeply believes in, such as the Ten Halls of Yama, or the hell and sea of ​​suffering, really exist?

Continue to be as quiet as a chicken...

Ah, Luo Zhao is so handsome.