Soul Ferry: Ghost Movie Crossover

Because it was already night, Xiao Shiyi stayed here all night. Lying in bed, he suddenly remembered that the newly refined spikes had no name. He took it out for a while and played with it. After thinking about it, he finally came up with a good name. :

"Let's call you God-killer.".

Soul Ferry Devil and Mother God

Chapter XNUMX Zongfan, Ali

The next morning, Xiao Shiyi bought an afternoon ticket and rushed back to the office.

"Eleven, how are things?"

On the way, Cha Cha sent a message.

Xiao Shiyi told everything that happened, and Cha Cha sent a laughing and crying expression:

"But there really is you, that old man can't even do anything for me. But it's interesting to hear you say, you come to the underworld in a few days, let me see your soul treasure, and let you go to mine by the way. Pick the same thing from your personal treasure chest."

He smiled after reading it, and after a few small chats, he turned off the phone.

In the afternoon, I went back to the office and went to bed. After all, the bed at home was comfortable.

Xiao Shiyi took off his jacket and put the Zhanxian Flying Sabre in his arms on the table next to him. He was about to take a nap, but suddenly he heard a loud buzzing sound.

He was startled, he turned his head sharply and saw that the Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying on the table had unexpectedly moved!

"Could it be that it was repaired by chance?"

He hurriedly sat up and took the Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying and pondered it in his arms. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. The light of the Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying in front of him was so bright that Xiao Shiyi could only turn his head away in surprise.

The slaying thorn is gone.

Xiao Shiyi suddenly understood what the strange feeling in his heart just now was.This Immortal Slaying Flying Knife actually absorbed the Slaughtering God Thorn!

Suddenly, the voice of the system popped out of my mind.

"Ding! Are you consuming soul treasures, slaying gods to repair innate spiritual treasures, or killing immortals and flying knives?"

Xiao Shiyi only understood when he heard this.

"Open the properties panel."

He drank softly.Immediately, a floating screen popped up in front of him.

Sure enough, although the slaying thorn is a treasure of the soul, it is still far worse than the flying knife.Um?After being swallowed, can the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife break through the second ban?

"Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying.

The first effect: chanting a curse to kill.activated.

The second effect: chanting incantations hurts people.inactivated.

Other unknown ~. . "

Chanting hurts?

Xiao Shiyi frowned and read the exit, and there was a system voice in his ear:

"Manipulating the Immortal Slaying Knife is more flexible and can damage any part of the enemy."

This is not bad. If you sacrifice the Slaughtering Thorn, you can repair the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife and get a promotion. This is a good deal.

"System, let Zhanxian Flying Knife devour the Slaughtering Thorn."

After thinking about it, he made a decision and drank softly.

In an instant, the light in front of him condensed into a circle of light and rushed towards the surroundings. In front of him was the Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying, and the slaying thorn was gone.

Xiao Shiyi lifted the gourd lightly, and the feeling of holding the God-Slaughter Thorn came to his mind. It turned out that this was the second effect, and the Immortal-Slaughter Flying Knife became an extension of his real arm.

Surprised and happy, he hurriedly ran out to practice, but within two or three strokes, Xiao Shiyi was too tired to sit and rest.

"Although it is more flexible now, the consumption speed of spiritual energy is twice as fast as before."

He couldn't help sticking out his tongue, this Immortal Slaying Flying Knife was too terrifying, if all the restrictions were lifted, I don't know what it would look like.

Back at the office, after dinner, Xiao Shiyi took the boss to the underworld.

"Tea tea."

Xiao Shiyi was sitting in the Hall of Hades, opposite to the tea tea who was holding the boss and was feeding it.Hearing that, she looked up and said with a smile:

"It seems that you are quite happy this time."

"Have it?"

He smiled in surprise.

"Happy is written on your face. Come on, show me what kind of treasure you have made. It is worth making you so happy."

Cha Cha laughed even more and said.

Xiao Shiyi briefly explained the matter of the God-Slaughtering Thorn being swallowed by the Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying, and Cha Cha was amazed when he heard it, and said:

"This innate spiritual treasure is domineering, and it can devour other treasures directly without consent."

"Yeah. Chacha, don't you have something waiting for you in your private arsenal?"

He is also very satisfied with the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife after breaking through the ban, but there are always too many good things. After all, this is the collection of Hades.

"You have brought back your Immortal Slaying Knife, and you still miss me here."

Cha Cha couldn't help laughing when she heard it, and said:

"There are not many that you can use in my collection."

"Then wait for me to come back later."

Xiao Shiyi also understands that the so-called greed can't chew too much. Rather than picking up an extra weapon, it is better to practice the Immortal Slaying Flying Sword proficiently. This way, it will be much faster to improve the strength.

After leaving the underworld, he returned to the office to rest.

"Zong Fan, come back for dinner."

At this time, on the other side of the city, in the night, a woman shouted the sound of playing not far away from the balcony.

"good mom."

The boy smiled and waved goodbye to his companions, and ran back home excitedly.

"In the blink of an eye, Zong Fan, you've grown so big."

At the dinner table, Zong Ping smiled and looked at Zong Fan and Ali who were sitting intimately, and said.

".'Mom, if you eat more food, I'm almost taller than you."

Zong Fan is taller than the dining table, about thirteen or fourteen years old, and looks like a junior high school student, but he matures like an adult.

"Mom won't grow taller if she eats, and she'll be a big fat man again."

Ali smiled and kept half of the chicken that Zong Fan brought, and put the other half back.Although she had just taken off her apron and was wearing only ordinary clothes, she could make people's eyes shine like a star in the night sky.

Seven years ago, Zong Fan was a little kid.

"I'll let you play tricks outside again! Break someone else's glass, right? Why are you so brave?"

The living room was filled with Zong Ping's angry shouts and Zong Fan's messy cries. He was caught in his father's arms with a big butt, but it was strange that he was still holding a little bear in his arms and was unwilling to let it go.

"Husband, Zong Fan is still young, don't be so angry, Sun."

One (Li's Hao) is next to A Li, whose appearance has hardly changed, while persuading him to bring Zong Fan over.

"Hmph. Little bastard, if you don't beat you for a day, go to the house and go back to sleep! If I hear any noise in your room, I'll beat you to death."

Zong Ping put him down panting, then took Ali's hand beside him and said in his ear:

"Wife, you can go over and put some medicine on him later, so don't leave any sequelae."

"You're just a knife and a tofu heart. I've got it. Go to sleep."

Ari laughed when she heard that, she reached out and brushed Zong Ping's chest and said.

As for Zong Fan in the room at this time, he was angry, didn't he just break a glass!What an amazing thing.

Thinking of this, he hugged the bear in his arms and slammed into the bed hard.Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his butt, and he jumped up with an "ah" cry, tears oozing out of his eyes again, so he had to grit his teeth and lay down slowly.

Chapter XNUMX Holly's Phone

In the middle of the night, Zong Fan still couldn't sleep, he could only pull the bear in his arms and talk quietly.

"Fat Bear, do you think I'm my father's biological son? Why did he strike so hard and beat him to death?"

Zong Fan looked dejectedly at the little bear who couldn't speak and was still laughing. He could only sigh and prepare to go back to sleep.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside, because it was very quiet, so it was very obvious. Zong Fan was shocked. Could it be that his father heard what he said just now!It's bad, it's another beating, what should I do...

At this time, Zong Fan's mind was spinning wildly, sweating profusely.The door creaked slowly open.

Pretend to sleep!Yes, pretend to sleep!

Zong Fan was overjoyed, so he hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended not to see anything.And what he was facing behind was something he had never seen in a white dress!His eyes were actually blood red, and he had no eyelids, so he stared straight at him and seemed to never blink.The white dress is full of filth and blood, and the fingernails on both hands are as thin and sharp as daggers. If it smears the neck...

The thing came step by step, and the footsteps were dull and pressing.Zong Fan was in a panic at this time, and the thumping sound filled his ears, but suddenly he heard a long panting 503 sound, was that an exhaust fan with a hole in it? !Who is coming in.

Zong Fan was taken aback and turned around abruptly after shouting "Ah".But I suddenly let go of my heart. There is no one else in the room, but my mother just opened the door. Maybe what I heard just now is the sound of the door opening.

"What's wrong with you? Zong Fan."

Ari whispered with the medicine in his hand, turned his head in surprise and looked around the room, and hurriedly came over.

"No, nothing. Dad?"

Seeing this, Zong Fan couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Didn't his father hear the voice just now?

"Don't worry, he's asleep..."

It was seven years in a flash, and Zong Fan was already twelve years old at this time, but Zong Fan somehow kept remembering what happened that night, and he couldn't forget it if he wanted to.After dinner, he went back to his room to read.

Recently, he doesn't like to go out to exercise, but he likes to read. After finishing his homework, he will read again, often in the middle of the night.