Bei Xingding's reaction was quick, and a silver light flashed in his hand. He turned around and cut off a pale wrist, and the man retreated to the wall.

Kang Jun, whose whole face was twisted upwards, was left with only his neck, covered his broken hand, his feet strangely floating in the air, and the mouth that had already extended to his forehead said with a dry smile:

"Hahahaha, this feeling is great. Old man, you are as powerful as that kid, but I won't make the same mistake."

"Ghost! Ghost!"

Sun Jingyang was so scared that he crawled towards the door, and the remaining group of hikers hugged them in a group and hugged them behind the door, with weak legs and stiff mouths, unable to escape or shout.

"Oh, it turns out there is really a ghost?"

Bei Xingding waved the knife in his hand, and it turned out to be a Gurkha. I don’t know how Bei Xingding hid it on his body. Just as Bei Xingding confronted the male ghost who was transformed into Kang Jun, the virtual cinema ushered in the third discussion of Little**. First of all, a group of people exclaimed why the second ghost appeared, which is a plot that has never appeared before. (Nonsense, people in the past could not even resist the first one, so how could the second one appear?)

Then there are Lao Bei's fans - the City Massacre Captain Brigade (a group of old men, angry young men, muscular men, motorcycle men, and martial arts enthusiasts. The name comes from Lao Bei's third movie "Let the Bow and Arrow Fly for a Time", where Lao Bei plays a city Massacre Captain who uses a special big axe to chop people.) Finally broke out.

Since Lao Bei took on the contract for the worst horror film in history, many fans have been running around to tell each other that veterans like Lao Bei who are born at the wrong time are special actors that are more popular in large companies, and their salaries are also very high. Few people will risk being embarrassed to lose their price and pay attention to challenge bad movies.

However, Lao Bei is a relatively straightforward person. His son Xiao Bei is also an extra. He challenged "I Don't Know You Are a Ghost" ten times and was tortured to death ten times, and he was almost collapsed.

Looking at his son who is willing to go to the rooftop, Lao Bei decided to make a big move. As soon as he made an agreement with Xiao Bei, I will help you get back the situation. You kid are honestly working as a supporting role in a professional movie, accumulating experience and honing your subconscious mind.

Everything originated from a bet, but it became a gimmick for the special actor Bei Xingding to challenge the worst horror film. Lao Bei's fans flocked to see how Lao Bei reversed the world and completely ruined the bad movie, exploded, and passed the level.

As a result, from the beginning of the film until just now, due to the strong suppression of BUFF, Lao Bei had no chance to show his performance. Instead, an unknown Zhang Hu'en appeared all over the place and even killed the ghost.

The fans of Bei were about to scold her and abandon the film, but then the beacon turned around and the dead ghost actually moved. The old Bei raised his sword and fell on the ground with a ghost hand. The movements were so relaxed and the expressions were so cold that it was a world of difference compared to Zhang Hu'en's tragic appearance.

For a moment, the powerful Lao Bei was back, and excitedly expressed his admiration and infatuation towards Lao Bei in the virtual cinema, completely suppressing the war between the Pig Gang and the Dream God Guard.

"Hehehehehe, old man, you are in good health, but it's mine right away."

Kang Jun was suspended in the air, his swaying body in the candlelight and backwards. The blood spilled out of his broken arms kept drawing maps on the floor. He didn't need to stop the bleeding, because this body was destined to be abandoned.

Bei Xingding stared at Bai Ying with all his attention, and the silhouette in his hand changed position as Kang Jun swayed. His martial arts were not as top in China, but he could finally be ranked first and could still grasp the right position for such a small scene.

"My hahahaha!"

The white shadow in the air smiled and quickly floated towards the roof. Bei Xingding took a half step forward, turned around and gave Kang Jun, who had disappeared from the roof and rushed over from behind, and a sword appeared on Kang Jun's pale neck. A blood-red gap appeared on Kang Jun's pale neck, but his movements did not diminish. The only claw left was placed on Bei Xingding's hand.

"Swish!"

The claw was cut off by Bei Xingding in an instant. Seeing that the overall situation was settled, Bei Xingding's movements slowed down, but Kang Jun's body pushed the golden mountain and the jade pillar toward Bei Xingding.

"careful!"

Zhang Hu'en held on and shouted, knowing that if Bei Xingding was occupied by a ghost, it would be really over this time. Lao Bei's body trembled uncontrollably for a few times, and finally jumped away before Kang Jun and his body. Zhang Hu'en breathed a sigh of relief, but then Bei Xingding's face became very ugly. The two ghost hands that had been out of Kang Jun's control crawled on his back at some point, walking around his back like playing the piano.

"Bastard! Get out of here!"

Obviously, the two hands were much more flexible than Kang Jun himself. After being driven away by Lao Bei for a long time, he still wandered around him flexibly. Bei Xingding jumped up and down the house like a clown in a circus, trying to get rid of the ghost hand, but he never thought that the body that had fallen suddenly crawled up. Kang Jun's thing that could no longer be called a face smiled and rushed towards Lao Bei.

"Cut off his head, chop off his head."

Zhang Hu'en excitedly pulled the painful collarbone and barely stood up, wanting to step forward to help Lao Bei, but Kang Jun's speed was too fast. One person and one ghost rushed out of the door like a cannonball. Then a scream of pain came from outside the door, and a blood-stained hand appeared on the door frame.

"Xi Bo!"

Seeing Bei Xingding step into the door, Fan Mengqi and Zhang Huen were shocked. Bei Xingding's originally vigorous face suddenly seemed to have become ten years old, and his gray hair turned into silver threads. The silhouette knife was inserted into his chest in shock.

"Miss, I can't take care of you anymore...Puff!"

Bei Xingding squirted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body collapsed on the threshold. Fan Mengqi screamed and pounced on it. Zhang Hu'en wanted to hold her, but his muscles were as painful as they were torn and it was difficult to use any strength.

"Uncle Xi, Uncle Xi, don't die. Mom and Dad die, and you die too. I have no relatives in this world."

Zhang Hu'en walked to Fan Mengqi who was lying on Bei Xingding with difficulty and squatted down, patted her back and comforted her:

"Nandi, you still have me, hurry up, we have to leave and call the police."

“Woooooooooooooo…”

Fan Mengqi was still crying uncontrollably. Zhang Hu'en looked out the door. A flash of lightning happened to appear in the darkness. Kang Jun's head fell alone in the rain. His blood-red eyes stared at Zhang Hu'en forever, making him shudder all over.

"Yes, I still have you, haha, Yang Chi, you really love this woman!"

Listening to Fan Mengqi's changing tone, watching the hair behind Fan Mengqi's head being pulled to her neck like a skinny pull, her pretty face had become extremely ugly, her red eyes climbed up to her head, looking at herself motionlessly, Zhang Hu'en's memory was like it was torn apart.

Back then, the news of his wife's death came so suddenly. I was powerless, regretful, depressed, drunken and dreamed of death, and lived in this world like a walking corpse. For the sake of my parents and daughter, I crawled back from the abyss of despair. I wanted to cheer up, support my family, and try my best to pull my daughter up.

Now, facing his "fiancee", he is still powerless. He is angry, unwilling, frustrated, and regretful. He occupies his heart like fermented bubbles. He does not feel a cold breath that has entered his body, gradually driving away his consciousness, constantly driving and oppressing, and finally retreating to a corner of his heart to hide.

(So, I am still the cowardly and incompetent person.)

(Actor Zhang Hu'en suffered from inertia erosion of the plot, his will was determined to fail, and the conversion of the will resistance time: the current resistance time is 50 seconds, and the remaining 50 seconds.)

"Yang Chi----played by: Zhang Hu'en

Repertoire level: Level 2 dragon suit

Extraordinary skills: Eagle Claw Spreader (Advanced)

Close-body footwork (primary)

Sword Fighting (Basic)

Gladiator consciousness (primary)

Status: Weakness (BUFF: Reincarnation of a fierce ghost) (Majeure plot inertia: Uncontrollable in action.)

Confrontation time: 50/50Sec

Subconscious: Cowardly (top level) (blocked)

Will: 5(10)* The average value of adult will in brackets.

Attention: 276

Income: 0”

Zhang Huen, hiding in the corner of his heart, licking his wounds, looked at his "body" being taken away by a fierce ghost, and watched Fan Mengqi's pale body falling to the ground with her restored pale body. He just hoped that this damn video would end soon and let him go, the human cage.

"Hehehehe, this body is much stronger than those soft-legged shrimps and dead old men."

The fierce ghost manipulating Zhang Hu'en's body floated outwards. The blew up and down the doors and windows of the Feng family opened. The sound of R kept hitting Zhang Hu'en's soul. When "he" floated to the main entrance of the Feng family's house, Sun Jingyang, Ma Guangwen and Zhao Jing were pushing each other in an attempt to turn over the three-meter-5-meter-high female wall of the Feng family. However, the wind and rain were too heavy, and the three of them were only concerned about themselves and could not unite. The wet female wall stood in front of them like an insurmountable city wall.

"Ah, ghost!"

When they saw Zhang Huen, who was in white and snow, his face was no longer a normal face. His whole face was blank, and his facial features were divided into two halves and squeezed to the ears, looking as clean as if the front was rushed by a punch. The timid Zhao Jing fainted directly, and Sun Jingyang and Ma Guangwen were trembling in place with bricks and kitchen knives. When the plot came here, it seemed that there was no suspense.

(The dish is just one word: Damn, I won’t see it anymore, withdraw it!)

(Yang Family Thirteen: It's so tragic. This movie is a complete tragedy. I originally thought I could see a big reversal, but it was still a bad end. The Feng family died too miserably, so I shouldn't have let these scoundrels come in.)

(Roasted dumpling core: bad movies, super big bad movies, illogical ghosts, whoever comes to cheats!)
Chapter completed!