A Sensualist’s Sin - Chapter 642

In the north of the village, the fire was everywhere, and many houses were on fire. The mummies were sprayed with gasoline and burned up and ran around like moving fireballs.

It was a complete mess.

“Yang Yu can’t do it like this. Those mummies can still burn. They will burn for a long time. The villagers are dead and injured badly.” The old village head is in a hurry.

As soon as the words were finished, a corpse rushed over and caught a villager. Immediately, the villager was also held and burned.

Yang Yu hurried over, but something unknown flew over and knocked Yang Yu into the air. A ghost in white stood there in horror, staring at him coldly.

“The ghost king must be led in.” Yang Yu knew that once the ghost king died, these mummies and ghosts would run away.

“I’ll go.” Lin Yiyi’s voice rang: “isn’t that ghost king an old lecheron? I’m still a girl. I can be a bait. ”

“No, it’s too dangerous.” Yang Yu stopped.

Lin Yiyi said with a smile, “everyone contributes to this village. This is my hometown. It’s my duty to defend my hometown. Isn’t it? ”

Yang Yu was silent. He was just worried that she would be OK, but looking at her fate, Lin Yiyi should live a long life.

Before Grandma and Yang Yu agree, Lin Yiyi has gone to the ghost king.

Yang Yu just went to worry about the big situation.

The dizang ghost king was so happy when he saw Lin Yiyi. This girl is really good-looking.

Dizang ghost King quickly runs to Lin Yiyi, and Lin Yiyi runs to the trap.

Can a weak girl compare with the ghost king who has been practicing for thousands of years? The ghost King ran quickly and grabbed Lin Yiyi’s head.

Lifting her head up, it’s like hanging.

“Now what? Do you want to fire? ” Ah Liang yelled.

“No way.” Yang Yu roared at him: “no one is allowed to fire without my order.”

With that, Yang Yu picked up a spear and ran to the ghost king.

The ghost king put Lin Yiyi in front of him. Lin Yiyi didn’t even have the ability to struggle. His neck felt stretched because of gravity.

“Asshole.” Yang Yu took a spear and stabbed it. The spear pierced the ghost King’s body. The runes made a wheezing sound, but it was useless to him.

The ghost king looked down. Lin Yiyi still couldn’t bear to let go. Instead, he kicked Yang Yu.

Yang Yu dodged quickly and missed the kick. On the contrary, with sensitive speed, he ran behind him, grabbed the spear that pierced the back, jumped up, climbed to the ghost King’s shoulder, jumped, took out the saber tied to his feet, and cut down the ghost King’s arm.

Lin Yiyi was cut off with his arm.

Lin Yiyi was coughing crazily. Just now the ghost King grabbed the ground and suffocated her.

“Run.” Yang Yu called to her.

This time, angered the ghost king, the ghost King pulled out the spear in his body, aimed at Yang Yu, who was leaning on his back, and threw it.

Lin Yiyi is looking at the spear flying over, shouting: “be careful.”

But it’s too late.

Lin Yiyi rushed to push Yang Yu away, and the spear stabbed at him.

The spear penetrated Lin Yiyi’s abdomen. It was bloody and miserable. The blood dyed the spear red and the spear head was dripping blood.

Lin Yiyi looked down at the spear that penetrated his belly. His pupils contracted sharply into a point. Fear swept through his whole body. It was the fear of death.

“Yiyi? “Yiyi?” Yang Yu’s face turned blue. It’s impossible. How could Lin Yiyi die?

Yang Yu thinks of the butterfly effect. Can history really change? Coming here by myself has changed history. Then Lin Yiyi may also die, isn’t he?

Yang Yu quickly ran over and hugged Lin Yiyi. Yilin also fell.

“Yiyi?” Yang Yu is flustered and must be sent to the hospital immediately. However, this kind of wild mountain is far away from the hospital. How can it be in time.

Lin Yiyi’s mouth also bleeding, the whole person instantly pale down, also cold down.

“Yiyi?” Yang Yu cried, tears rolling out, his heart instantly extremely painful.

Lin Yiyi’s eyes are gray. The pain makes her lose consciousness gradually. She raises her hand and touches Yang Yu’s face.

Yang Yu grabs her hand and puts it on her face to let her feel the last warmth of the world.

Lin Yiyi stroked Yang Yu’s face, forced out the last sad smile, and said very lightly: “I always feel where I have seen you, you are so familiar, so familiar.”

“If you want to live, I’ll tell you where you met me and what happened to us.” Yang Yu is crying.

No matter how strong the man is, he will cry.

Lin Yiyi’s hand slipped down and lost the last breath of life.”Ah Yang Yu roars at Changtian. Anger, pain and sadness are intertwined.

Yang Yu looked back with his last sense and cried, “I’ll fight with you.”

Yang Yu saw a barrel of gasoline next to him, ran over, picked it up and ran to the ghost king.

For the unresponsive ghost king, Yang Yu can do it by pouring some gasoline on him.

“I’ll burn you alive!” Yang Yu takes out a match, lights it and throws it.

Suddenly, the ghost king was burning all over.

The ghost King waved and turned into a fireball. He ran frantically and ran into an old broken house. The house burned up and collapsed. The ghost king was buried in it.

“It’s supposed to burn to death.” Ah Liang looked at the burning flame and sighed.

Sure enough, the north of the village is quiet.

“You see, the ghosts have run away and the mummies have gone underground.” Some villagers said excitedly.

The fire has been burning for a long time.

At this time, Gu Po came and saw her granddaughter in a pool of blood. She burst into tears.

Yang Yu unspeakable sadness: “sorry grandma, Yiyi is to save me.”

“It’s all fate.” Gu Po is not omnipotent. She is just a Yin Yang teacher. She can deal with dirty things. She can’t do anything about life and death.

At this time, in the sea of fire, slowly appeared a shadow, more than two meters high, only a skeleton body, and the chest that red, naked heart.

The ghost king didn’t burn to death.

“Heart.” Yang Yu thinks of Yan Hong’s words, the heart is in, the ghost king of Tibet is immortal body.

Yang Yu ran to move the cannon and aimed at the ghost king.

When the ghost king saw Yang Yu, he jumped up. The ghost king, who had only a skeleton frame, was very fast. He came to Yang Yu at once and hit him with a punch. Then Yang Yu was beaten away.

“Put the net in.” Ah Liang yelled that the ghost king was trapped.

All over the sky, Huang Da Gua falls like snow.

These things don’t do much damage to the ghost king, but they can be sleepy for a while.

This dilemma, Yang Yu climbed up again, lit the lead, aimed at the ghost King’s chest.

With a loud bang, the cannon hit the ghost King’s chest and instantly blew him to pieces.