Horror Web

v1 Chapter 445: Uncle, I was wrong!

Zhao Zhu originally thought that this main quest 2 was just a passing affair for him. He came to the villa he had just explored in the afternoon, went to the study that he had just stayed in that afternoon, and wrote his name on the white wall. It's all good, the main task 2 is so easily and happily done;

However, the sudden appearance of the little boy was like a heavy hammer, smashing Zhao Zhu's good expectations, and the smooth sailing was destined to turn into twists and turns.

"Uncle, do you also like to draw and write on the wall, so do I, that is, my parents always scold me when I wrote, but now it's great, my parents are asleep, no one will scold us anymore , we can paint on the wall as much as we like, this is a pen, what do you want, uncle? Let's paint together, what do you like to paint?"

The little boy stretched out his hand and held a pen in his hand. It was a blood-red pen. At a glance, it gave people the feeling of seeing a pool of blood.

However, Zhao Zhu didn't reach out to pick it up, because he saw a playful look in the little boy's eyes, even though the child's words were still childish, his behavior and thinking were also from a child's perspective, but the brilliance in his eyes was still there. Tell Zhao Zhu that he is just treating himself as a child and teasing the people in front of him, which is a bit similar to Xiong Zhiqi's favorite play as a pig to eat a tiger, except that Xiong Zhiqi's role as a pig to eat a tiger is to save himself and achieve his goal at the last minute. And this little boy is for this kind of bad taste, without other utilitarian colors, he just thinks it is very fun.

If he really treats him as a child, if he really takes a pen out of his hand to complete the task, then his mind is too simple.

There will definitely be a pie from the sky in the world, but it will never be in the world of horror web quests, because if the pie is about to fall, the high-ranking group owner will help you follow it first, and will never let the pie fall. It falls on your head, so save yourself the heart.

"Install. Then install." Zhao Zhu said in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zhu took out a pack of cigarettes, took one by himself, and shot one at the child. The little boy grabbed the cigarette dexterously, and even made the cigarette turn between his fingers several times. lock up.

Afterwards, the little boy put the cigarette in his mouth very spontaneously, took a deep breath, and the cigarette **** lit naturally. Then he spit out the smoke ring, where does he look like a half child, even an old smoker who has been smoking for ten years probably can't extract this natural and leisurely feeling.

"Uncle, you want to write your name on the wall, right? You can, but you have to play a game with me." The little boy paused, "As long as you beat me in that game, I will help you. What do you think of you writing together? My game is super fun. I promise you will like it too, trust me, uncle, okay uncle."

Play games with the kid?

Zhao Zhu can guess what kind of weird picture it will be after making up his brain, and that game must be beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Zhao Zhu is not interested in playing that kind of spooky and thrilling game with him. It is equivalent to taking the initiative to approach the opponent's game. In the end, he must be tortured by the game to the point of going mad, so he might as well just have a fight. . If you kill me, kill me. Instead, I've finished playing the game without worrying about it. If I kill you, I should be able to find a way to write your name on the wall.

have to say. Zhao Zhu, who has experienced the night of his change of heart, has become more decisive in his decision and handling of certain things. Feel.

"The game, is it fun?" Zhao Zhu asked, in fact, he had already made up his mind.

The joke in the little boy's eyes was even stronger, but he continued to pretend to be ignorant and cute and nodded:

"It's fun, of course it's fun."

"After playing the game, let my uncle write on the wall? You have to keep your word."

"Well, of course!" The little boy nodded heavily.

"But uncle still wants to try again, okay? If you really fail, then uncle will play games with you. Uncle always thinks that he will succeed next time."

"Okay." The little boy said with a smile behind his hands. In fact, his face was full of contempt. He was very sure that Zhao Zhu would still fail, and then he would have to play games with him, and he would have a new playmate. Or... a new toy.

"Okay, then let my uncle write it again, Amitabha Buddha, the bodhisattva bless, this time must be successful!"

After Zhao Zhu finished speaking, he turned around, and just as Zhao Zhu turned around, a human face appeared on the back of Zhao Zhu's head, the face of a ghost-faced Buddha. The ghost-faced Buddha opened his mouth and said silently:

"Amitabha."

This Amitabha is completely different from the Amitabha that Zhao Zhu recited before. The ghost-faced Buddha easily does not open his mouth, but when he opens his mouth, it urges people to become a Buddha.

For the most part, when he speaks, he'll let you die!

"what!!!!!!!"

The little boy let out a miserable scream. He probably didn't expect that Zhao Zhu would dare to attack him directly at this time, and he didn't care so much.

Damn, doesn't this human know how much stronger he is than him!

Zhao Zhu, who had just turned around, immediately turned around again, his eyes were closed, he raised his hand, and drew a sketch. In a matter of seconds, the whole room became dark, and he could not see anything. The darkness began. devoured the light.

If it was before the change, Zhao Zhu might not dare to make such a move against this child, because the people in this villa are too powerful, but Zhao Zhu just killed one in the afternoon and watched the other in his own hands. Being sealed under the operation, the beast is very scary.

But if you kill this type of beast several times with your own hands, in your heart, you will no longer fear him as before. Zhao Zhu has this mentality and feeling at this time.

As long as the timing is right, as long as you grasp it well, as long as you take the initiative with the most aggressive offensive from the very beginning, it is really hard to say where the balance of victory and defeat will fall!

You are strong, that's good, but it's not that I can't cure you!

In the darkness, the others couldn't see anything. Only Zhao Zhu could see everything in this formation. His finger directly touched the little boy's forehead. At this moment, the moon wheel bloomed, a flower like a It was a crescent moon that bloomed like a flower, directly hitting the little boy's forehead. It was abrupt and contained nature.

When Zhao Zhu became a ghost, he had been hurt by the moon wheel. At that time, every time he used the moon wheel, he had a mentality of breaking the net, because the moon wheel was holy and bright, and it and any evil attribute power. Is standing on the opposite side, even including its owner.

The negative aura on this little boy was so strong that it was unimaginable that the moon wheel was like water and fire running through him. The next moment, the little boy let out a groan, and the whole person flew out and hit him. on the other side of the wall.

The walls are naturally unscathed. The furnishings in this world are a bug, and no matter how terrible the power is, they can't be damaged. If it was a normal building hardness, a battle could raze this place to the ground, and the death apartment would directly turn into a death ruin.

However, there was a pit on the forehead of the little boy, and there were still burn marks in the pit, but his eyes were still open, with a kind of anger after being played.

Obviously, the anger in the little boy's heart has gathered to a climax after suffering several losses in the hands of this person who is just a toy in his eyes.

"Where are you, give me a shot, where are you!"

The little boy roared like a violent lion, but he was very strong and his power was terrifying. Whether it was his body or the power contained in his body, it was amazing, but he was a little stunned and knew that he had power. , but he doesn't know how to refine and really use his power. Compared to his parents, he still looks a little immature.

Zhao Zhu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the little boy running around in his formation. He knew that he had won the bet. Compared to playing games with the unfortunate child, this situation made the is best for oneself.

Zhao Zhu sat cross-legged. In fact, the distance between him and the little boy was only a few meters, but from the perspective of the formation, it was very close to the horizon.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep prajna paramita, he saw that all five aggregates were empty, and all sufferings were saved. Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, perception, perception, action consciousness, and so on. Sariputra , is the emptiness of all dharmas, neither arising nor perishing, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

Zhao Zhu recited the scriptures, vomited green lotus, and began to use the power of Buddhism to rub off the hostility of this little boy~lightnovelpub.net~ What is this reciting, it is too ugly, too ugly! "

The little boy rolled on the ground with his ears covered in pain. Obviously, the restraint effect of Buddhist scriptures on him was also obvious.

A fire of spirit flew out from Zhao Zhu's body and rushed directly to the little boy. The boy closed his eyes to resist the invasion of the Buddhist scriptures. He didn't know that the fire was sneakily approaching. It entered the mouth of the little boy, just as the spirit fire penetrated into the head of the evil dragon last night and directly burned the soul of the evil dragon!

The little boy's whole body started to catch fire, and the spiritual fire ignited his soul. His eyes widened, his mouth grew, and his hands seemed to be trying to grab something but couldn't.

"I was wrong, uncle, let me go, I was wrong, uncle, let me go, please... Please, uncle, I'll give you the pen, here it is." (To be continued ..)

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