【When the sun appears, all filth will flee its holiness and scorching heat】

Fang Xing couldn't remember where he saw this sentence.

However, this sentence is very suitable to describe nuclear bombs.

Even if Mary Sue's hair has reduced the power of the nuclear bomb to only one kilometer, the shock caused cannot be underestimated.

When the nuclear bomb explodes.

Fang Xing really had the illusion that it was dawn.

The light behind me penetrated directly through the layers of black fog, bringing a different kind of warmth to this quiet and dark night.

The old ghosts in the car had hid themselves long ago, and no one dared to look directly at them.

Except for artists——

The other old ghosts carried the artist into the car again, and when they got back in the car, they started bragging to each other.

"This is the crystallization of weapons of human wisdom!"

"Am I in your room?"

"It was so scary just now!"

Fang Xing:…………

"Thanks!"

After all, judging from the degree of perversion of the male protagonist Chen Weixing, it won't take long for him to turn the corpse into a specimen.

"It's really cool! I used to avoid the evil ghosts when I saw them, but this time I let out my anger!"

He reached out and took out the room key card.

As soon as the old ghost, the writer, finished speaking, the beautiful female ghost rushed up.

However, Fang Xing did not open the suite he originally stayed in this time.

"Didn't we all hold memorial services?"

Yi Fangxing’s understanding of the world’s nuclear bombs.

"Don't make me feel like I'm taking advantage of someone else's situation. I'm going to sue you for slander!"

"Come on, Wen Ya, hold me tight!"

"Where can I find a doctor to treat ghosts?"

"Wen Ya, please give me a hug!"

“Dream come true!”

"Besides, I really don't know whether to go to the emergency room or the brain department to treat you first!"

[Brother, go to Xitian Road. My sister will come and chop down trees for you. I will make an old house for you. The old house will be paved with cotton mattresses.]

Then look at the old ghosts who have begun to cry in mourning.

Crying like a ghost and howling like a wolf is really not an adjective!

He even reached out and touched Wen Ya's waist, and his expression began to become lewd.

The other old ghosts carried the artist out of the car.

I still remember using nuclear bombs myself.

"It's all smoking!"

Fang Xing had already taken over the driving, stretched out his hand to push down the old ghost who was discussing the art of death, stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly into an underground parking lot before slowly stopping.

Wen Ya was among them, holding a rocket launcher in her hand, with tears in her eyes.

The writer Lao Gui stepped forward, looked at the artist who was still smoking, and patted the ghost boss on the shoulder with emotion and said:

I just don’t know if the artist’s corpse can withstand the torture after it has rotted like that.

【Buzz——】

I still need to wait for the plot line to end.

"That's right, among the surrounding cities, our hearse is the one with the least reputation. Let's see who dares to underestimate us this time."

"I just took a look. We still have one-third of our weapons left. We don't have to take a detour when we encounter evil ghosts in the future!"

Fang Xing looked at the artist who seemed to be still twitching.

The artist who was being sent to the West finally woke up.

Instead, he continued walking forward and reached the room where Yawen lived.

Facing the smoking artist, he said very sincerely:

"Wait while I prepare the memorial speech!"

"You didn't see it. I was holding two AKs and shooting at the ghosts that were rushing over. It was so cool!"

"Your AK is not good at all. All I hold are bazookas from the beginning to the end, and it is a big piece at once. This is what I want!"

"look!"

There was a moment of silence, no one spoke.

"It doesn't matter."

"I knew he was a bit perverted."

"How can this light that blinds the ghost's eyes not be unforgettable by the ghost?"

"Don't make it so easy for others to misunderstand you. Didn't you say that this room has a better view and you let me live here to thank me?"

"Hey~~turn over for me~~"

"I'm smoking!!"

"Hehe...it's so sad, hehe!"

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh————————!!”

"Our artist, our dear friend, the ghost of our family who lived and ate with us, unfortunately passed away just now."

The beautiful female ghost was sad at first, but she started laughing when she hugged Wen Ya.

The phone rings.

Only then did the ghosts in the car dare to show their heads.

But why is it not powerful?

Um……

"Hey~~ Don't leave me behind if you are pretending, help me turn over, I will pretend too!"

The door opened.

"Sacrificing yourself for others... no, sacrificing yourself for others, you are worthy of it!"

Fang Xing stood aside and watched, the expression on his face was unbearable!

Should we tell them that the artist is not dead, but just injured?

"I comfort you!"

Just when Fang Xing was thinking about how to speak more appropriately.

The other ghosts stood in a row in tacit understanding, holding guns and ammunition in their hands, placing them one by one in front of the artist like presenting flowers.

Soon, I returned to the floor where I lived.

Fang Xing thought as he walked into the elevator.

This thought flashed through Fang Xing's mind and Fang Xing no longer cared about this matter.

I believe it won't take long.

"Hey, Yawen, what's wrong?"

It looked like they were having a lot of fun!

Fang Xing had no choice but to sit up and go back to find his pants and cell phone.

Who can understand how explosive it would be for a group of male voices to force themselves to sing a female falsetto!!

"What's that? When I throw grenades, I just throw them in a bunch. Isn't it more powerful than a rocket launcher?"

Back to the hotel.

Startle the beautiful female ghost who is bowing!

The beautiful female ghost reacted immediately, screamed, threw herself into Wen Ya's arms, and started moaning.

“I didn’t expect it to be so serious.”
To be continued...