"I'll go, Yang Bufan is stupid, there are more than 30 people on the other side. You're so arrogant," a classmate muttered.

"Brother Zhu is so angry that he doesn't even slouch his hands when he beats people. Yang Bufan even calls others a pig's head. Are we scolded him for being stupid? Isn't this asking for a beating?" Yang Hong was nervous and sweating coldly on her back.

"What the hell is Yang Bufan doing? If that person angered, will it implicate us? Yang Bufan wants to pretend to be a b, and it is not this time." Zhou Wei and several boys thought to himself.

No one in Class 7 of Senior High School did not expect that at this critical moment, Yang Bufan stepped forward.

Yang Rui didn't expect that when he was in such a mess, since Yang Bufan, who had left their organization, took the initiative to stand up, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yang Bufan, what are you doing? This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Ohoyo, boy, please help me stand up!" Brother Zhu grinned and pointed at Yang Bufan's head with a beer bottle: "If you have anything to say, come and say it."

More than thirty people stared at him fiercely, and the gangster young man laughed and opened the shaking dagger.

The dagger is sharp and ruthless, which is a bit dangerous.

"Boy, come here, come here, I think you want to eat a knife, come on."

Yang Bufan frowned secretly. He only obtained the best ghost system and only fought a ghost in actual combat. There were more than 30 people on the other side, and the number of people alone was overwhelming.

Moreover, I have never fought with anyone and have no practical experience.

Yang Bufan swallowed dryly, and his breathing became messy. He quickly bent down and pretended to tie his shoelaces.

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

"This kid is afraid and dares not come over and pretends to tie his shoelaces."

Brother Zhu hugged Zhang Ya with his big hand, stepped on Yang Rui's head with one foot, and said excitedly: "Boy, if you want to come over, come on, come on. Look at your brother being beaten by me."

Yang Bufan clamped his hands tightly and gritted his teeth, "The best ghost-turning system is turned on the combat mode. Turn into a long-tongued ghost."

"Ding~~~~~ The battle mode is turned on. The Long-Talk Ghost changes successfully."

"The Long-Talk Ghost Fighting Power: 13."

Yellow data appeared strangely in his eyes, and a series of battle numbers were floating on the heads of the opponent's crowd.

"Lv2 Combat Power 4 Title: Rogue Society Youth."

"LV1 Combat Power 2 Title: Ordinary High School Students."

"lv2, combat power 5 title: female gangster in society"

“……”

There was no one above the game who had a combat power that was better than the long-tongued ghost. Yang Bufan's eyes felt hot, which meant that he could beat everyone on the field. Suddenly, an interesting idea popped up in his mind. So many people, why not get some scare value?

"System, exchange all the previous ghost masks, ghost blood clothes, and ghost magnets."

"Ding~~~The exchange is successful, and there are 0 scare points left."

Yang Bufan's confidence has increased greatly. The source of confidence is strength. If the strength is in hand, I have it in the world.

He raised his handsome head and smiled and said, "The shoelaces really fell off just now. Now I'll come over. However, before I came over, I have something to say. Do you believe in ghosts??"

"What's wrong with this guy? Why are you talking nonsense?" Someone laughed and said with a laugh.

"You kid is sick, are you going to the wrong script?"

Chen Gong frowned, "What's the point of Yang Bufan? Why are you crazy? Well, yes, I'm sick, write it down."

Yang Bufan looked at the classmate, his eyes full of coldness. He said calmly: "Since I came to this private room, I have been attacked by various life words, which made me very angry. For a moment, I wanted to kill everyone in the private room."

The classmates from Class 7 of Senior High School stared at Yang Bufan in shock, and said the word "kill" was underestimated. There was no emotion in his words.

"But I know, I can't do this. At this time, a strange woman kept saying to me, "Kill, kill, why bother suppressing my heart? I was hanged in this private room back then. I couldn't commit suicide. I had to find a scapegoat. My little classmate, if you don't do it, I will possess you and kill!!! I said okay, don't touch Chen Gong and Yang Rui, just be on my body. You are looking for your scapegoat."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, boy, you have read too many online novels."

"Haha, if there is a ghost, I will eat shit." The young man in society said with a smile.

"If there is really a ghost, how can I still know Taoism? Do you know who I am? Taoist priest Maoshan."

The audience burst into laughter. Brother Pig covered his stomach and his face flew with flesh.

At this moment, Yang Bufan's whole body was filled with black ghost energy that was invisible to the naked eye. The lights in the hall suddenly flashed, and it was light and dark, and the air conditioning chassis blew out the air conditioning air conditioning in the cold winter.

The electrical appliances and circuits in the private room are working abnormally under the influence of ghost magnets.

"Don't go, don't pretend to be a god."

Brother Zhu held up the beer bottle and knocked it on Yang Bufan's head.

"Bang!!!"

Suddenly the lights in the hall went out, and the darkness in front of him was seen. Brother Pig said angrily: "What's going on? Who turned off the lights? Turn on them."

"Brother, I'm standing there, no one moves. It's turned off by itself," said a young man in society nervously.

"Don't be nervous, it must be a power outage."

While everyone was still talking, a strange laugh suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Hehehehehe."

It slowly floats from far to near. It is the woman's voice, with a beautiful and miserable voice.

Yang Bufan exchanged the ghost mask, which can change into a gray ghost and can make strange sounds.

Zhang Ya hugged her shoulder uneasy and leaned against Brother Zhu's chest, "Brother Zhu, what's going on? It suddenly became cold. And the voice of this woman."

"Not there really is a ghost, right?"

"Bang"

The lights in the hall were on again. Everyone took a breath of air conditioning when they saw the scene in front of them. The bottle of Pig Brother's wine fell to the ground in fear. The young people in society retreated desperately. They threw the knife to the ground and wanted to stop it. The timid ones were even scared to kneel down.

Chen Mengmeng saw the scene in front of her and screamed, and she fainted from fright. Yang Hong hugged the girls in her class tightly.

Screaming, the whole private room was filled with screams of men and women.

A female ghost in red dress had a blood on her head, and her face was cut by a knife. Her long and red tongue was frantically swinging in the air like an angry long snake, licking the face of the young people in society and the face of Brother Pig.

She laughed hideously, revealing a row of rotten teeth.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!!!!"

"There's really a ghost!!! Run, run."

"Don't squeeze, wait for me, don't run away."

"Your mom, call the police quickly, call the police quickly."
Chapter completed!