Horror Recovery: Drunk SS Grade Ghost Bride at the Start - Chapter 117

Head down slowly.

Under the **** moonlight, blood was dripping, and an old face covered with ravines came into view.

Dead face, blank eyes.

Like a corpse.

Subei was stunned.

Isn’t this the grandfather in the tablet?

Surprised and overjoyed, the muscles at the corners of Subei’s mouth finally loosened.

Surprised, he said, “You are old, you are so free to go out for a walk at night.”

“Look scares me.”

Ghost: “…”

Ghost Shadow spoke stiffly, his voice cold and toneless: “Leave here soon, Grandpa won’t be able to hold on for long.”

“Huihunye put grandfather at the door, never look back, to find what your parents left behind, that is the key to your survival.”

“Don’t be too sad, try to live.”

Hearing that grandpa is here to tell me extra clues.

Subei almost laughed out loud.

Hearing Grandpa’s advice to “don’t be sad,” he reluctantly stopped the corner of his mouth.

With a look of sadness: “Grandpa, don’t worry, I will live well.”

The dry ghost wanted to touch Subei’s head again.

Smell it!

A huge suction came from behind the door, and two bone hooks stabbed into the ghost’s body.

Drag the ghost back into the tablet.

Subei suddenly woke up, and the ghost bride by the bed looked at him curiously.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and there was no red moonlight at all.

Take a few breaths.

Only then did he realize that it was the grandfather in the tablet who was entrusting himself with a dream.

Secretly, grandpa is going to have an accident, I am so filial, how could I almost laugh.

It is indeed a dream!

In the living room, a lot of blood flowed from the tablet, and the blood stained the table and floor red.

A twisted grimace tried to emerge from the pool of blood.

After a long time, the blood suddenly disappeared like a phantom.

“jump!”

There was a crack on the tablet again.

In the black and white photo, Grandpa’s eyes moved, and his eyes full of evil thoughts and cloudy eyes looked in the direction of the bedroom.

Chapter 142 The assassination from the beautiful country, the dead parents are back

Just in North Jiangsu, he was actively sitting and preparing for the upcoming night of returning to the soul.

Mutations occurred in other players.

Tore, the little devil god, learned a piece of news through an off-site help call.

On the seventh day, it will be the night of returning to the soul.

Seven days later, the Wraith World will enter the next stage.

“The news comes from Longguo North Jiangsu. In order to deal with Huihun Ye, he is preparing to escape from his home.”

Hanging up the phone, the little devil Torre smiled disdainfully.

In front of tens of billions of viewers, he directly spoke and ridiculed.

“Our beautiful Chinese people have always moved forward bravely and never retreated.”

“Longguo people are always like this, timid and timid, only dare to move their lips, and have no blood.”

“Wait and see, I will stay at home and wait for the resentful spirit to come and turn the resentful spirit into my points.”

If Torre’s remarks are nothing but arrogance.

The remarks of another beautiful country player shocked the whole world.

Grimace Moses launched an assassination notice to Subei in front of the screen.

His grimace was terrifying, and he laughed wildly before the live broadcast: “Player Subei, on the day you called the night of returning to the soul, I want 09 to take your life with my own hands.”

“Abstain from the game early if you are afraid!”

“Longguo people, this is a life-and-death war. In the war, everything is used to the extreme.”

“I will kill the hope in your eyes with my own hands. The world is our beautiful country.”

After finishing speaking, Moses also made a throat cutting gesture in front of the camera.

The threat is full.

However, he did not expect that North Jiangsu’s communication list was a bit special.

It’s full of ghosts.

The people of Longguo couldn’t contact North Jiangsu at all, and his declaration was a wink for fools.

The words of the two beautiful country players caused an uproar on the Internet.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is like a tide, and there are unprecedented numbers of them.

“Torre is worthy of being the first warrior of the beautiful country. He is much stronger than Subei, who used the underhand trick.”

“I support Grimace Moses in assassinating Subei and brutally kill this hateful guy.”

“Subei killed the warriors of our cherry blossom country with a sly trick, and now his retribution has come.”

“Haha, this is the background of our beautiful country, the people of Sakura, wait for us to avenge you.”

“Longguo people still want to surpass us. This is the end of daring to challenge the world’s number one.”

In the eyes of the audience of Cherry Blossom Country and Beautiful Country, North Jiangsu is like a dead person.

On behalf of the Dragon Kingdom, he will be trampled on by the players of the Beautiful Kingdom, humiliated and ridiculed.

They could hardly wait to see this scene.

Longguo netizens are generally very angry.

“It’s shameless, the beautiful Chinese people used the news from northern Jiangsu, but turned their backs on it.”

“My generation of Western barbarians, my ancestors were wolves, and I didn’t want to repay my kindness, so I hoped the sky would send a punishment to kill this house.”

“What is there to be proud of, Xiao Sakura, don’t be in a hurry to hug the dog’s leg of the father’s country.”

Although Long Guo condemned the beautiful country.

However, the officials of the Beautiful Kingdom insisted that all Moses’ actions represent only individuals, and they have no right to interfere.

As for handing over Moses to be punished by the Dragon Kingdom, this is absolutely impossible!

Moses was a warrior of the beautiful country, and the beautiful country could not hand him over.

As soon as the official rogue’s words came out, everyone with a discerning eye could see that the beautiful country was going to protect Moses.

Even the assassination that Moses prepared was likely instructed.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

The blood moon fell and rose again, and some players found something wrong.

The color of the moon has returned to normal, and the ghosts that harassed the players on time every night have disappeared.

They all said, “The color of the moon has become normal.”

“There are no resentful spirits, and the resentful spirits suddenly disappeared.”

“Is this a safe period for players to buffer?”

“Haha, I remember a fool from the Dragon Kingdom said what kind of soul-hunting night is today.”

From the dark sky to the rising moon.

Still nothing out of the ordinary happened.

The audience could not help but doubt the correctness of the intelligence in North Jiangsu.

And Moses sneaked all the way to the downstairs of the apartment with the address image obtained by ghost eyes.

The journey was smooth sailing, and not even a single resentful spirit was encountered.

This made him even more proud, and the half pale grimace let out a **** ho laugh.

“This is God helping me and asking me to kill Subei.”

His eyes swept up to the top, his nose twitched slightly.

Smell the smell of living people.

“There are 9 people in total. Who are you in North Jiangsu? I’ll come to you right away.”

Moses sharpened his knife and couldn’t wait to kill Subei.

At this moment, Moses suddenly heard a voice behind him.

It was the sound of dense footsteps.

Many people approached him and turned to look suspiciously.

See the scene behind you.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Moses’ face.

The misty white mist gathered at an unknown time, and a figure walked out of the white mist.

Men, daughters, children, old people…

They were all wearing cheesy shrouds of bright red and green, with weird happy smiles on their faces.

The body is still stained with mud, with a mixed smell of earthy and rancid odor.

In the figure, two old men with pale hair smiled and waved to Moses.

“Moses, we’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

Moses stiffened and suddenly remembered the reminder.

“The seventh angel returns to the night of the soul, and the dead go home.”

The twentieth floor of the apartment.

“Tick, tick!”

Subei sat quietly on the sofa, watching the clock on the wall move forward slowly.

It’s almost twenty-four. 167 “Da Da Da Da!”

The sound of footsteps came, and someone seemed to be coming downstairs.

But the problem is, this is the twentieth floor, dozens of meters from the ground.

How did the footsteps come from?

Subei sighed, thinking that what should come will always come.

“Da da da!”

“Da da da!”

The footsteps were getting closer, and Subei stuck his head out of the window and looked down.