There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 927: Pushing hands
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Even if I broke my neck.
But the girl's hopeful eyes longing for the teacher's approval, still did not change, still staring at Fang Zheng's direction.
That's the direction her teacher stood in.
Founder did not speak.
He was looking curiously at this dance studio.
"Is it another artifact?"
"Is this the replay of the memory of the Wraith Wraith? Or am I being drawn into the spiritual world by the Wraith Wraith?"
Fang Zheng started walking curiously in the dance studio.
The young girl who fell to the ground and had broken her neck and died, also followed the strange movement of her eyeballs, eager to gain approval, always staring at her "teacher" without leaving her "teacher" body.
A gaze that is eager to encourage and praise, if it appears on a living person, it is understandable and can earn a lot of sympathy points.
It can appear on dead people who have broken their necks, which makes people shudder.
Sha Sha Sha...
The nails and the soles of cloth shoes are on the smooth wooden boards of the dance studio, gently rubbing, making a soft sound.
For a long time, the girl who broke her neck hadn't received recognition and praise from the "teacher", and started slowly and hard to get up from the ground, and she repeated the previous dance.
Just.
Because of a broken neck.
Her face is toward the back, and the back of her head is toward the front of her chest, which is the so-called "turn around". She danced strangely in the picture, but because her face was behind and her hands and feet were facing forward, her dancing posture was extremely uncoordinated.
Crack!
Crack!
The dancing young girl began to cruelly break her hand and foot joints. Finally, her hands and feet turned around, finally facing the same direction with her face.
The more the girl jumped, the happier and happy.
My "teacher" with both eyes fixed on him.
The looking forward to getting praise and recognition, more and more fanatical, crazy, almost a kind of pathological obsession.
"Everyone hopes that their hard work and sweat will be recognized by those around them, and they are eager to stand under the spotlight and become the focus of all applause."
"You just want to get a simple compliment from your teacher, that will be your motivation and encouragement on the way forward."
A vague figure of a man pushed open the soundproof door of the dance studio. His figure was tall, standing at the door like a black tower blocking the whole door.
Bring a sense of oppression.
Under the incandescent lamp overhead, people shrouded in long shadows, covering the dance studios of some ages.
His voice continued.
"Why is the teacher's compliment so difficult?"
"Is it because you didn't work hard enough?"
"No."
"You know very well that you work harder than anyone else. You work hard and work night and night, sweat and persevere day by day. You are like a lost boat in the ocean that has lost the goal of moving forward. You are eager for outside encouragement to regain progress. Hope."
"But in this world, no one applauds you, no one praises you. You are dead, and no one applauds you."
"Because of the indifference, stinginess and prejudice of this world."
"Are you dissatisfied?"
"Do you complain about the injustice of this world?"
"Do you complain about your lack of talent?"
"Are you jealous?"
"I can give you a chance to stand up again and stand on the stage. On that stage, you will have countless audiences and applause..."
The dancing girl with inverted hands and feet has not been praised for a long time. The longing and hope in her eyes began to be swallowed by the negative emotions in her heart. In the end, only resentment was left in her eyes.
She turned her hand and foot joints at weird angles. At this time, she had changed her looking forward to a pair of resentful eyes. She stared at her "teacher" and continued to dance while staring. "Teacher".
Get closer and closer to the "teacher".
The original happy smile on his face was replaced by a weird and gloomy expression.
Spiritual martial arts!
Magic Ape View!
Spirit weapon!
Now!
A blue electric light cut through the darkness, like a thunder gang exploded, Peng! Peng! Peng! The floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the four walls in the dance studio couldn't withstand the domineering force of the knife light, and they all blasted to pieces.
Puff!
The girl with the inverted hand and foot joints was split into two pieces by a mental weapon from the middle of the body.
Fang Zheng said he would shoot.
Without procrastination.
I saw the wound part that was split vertically, like confetti burning, peeling off, and falling off pieces of black ash like confetti ashes, preventing the ghost from re-healing and recovering.
The girl struggled in pain and snarled.
The resentment in her heart made her desperate, and her two bodies rushed towards the returning demon ape who was standing with a knife.
Behind the magic ape, a tree of fire was visualized, and it was burning.
Like a torch.
An elephant in the demon ape plucked a green onion, and the fire tree behind him directly suppressed half of the woman's body.
Then slashed out with a backhand.
Puff!
The mental weapon accurately nailed the other half of the woman's body to the ground.
The half of the woman's body on the ground who was roaring in pain, she tried to raise her hand to pull out the knife, but the wound and the skin on the hand touched the blade, and ashes appeared like confetti, and pieces of black ash fell off.
Mental and physical injuries worsened.
As for the other half of the woman's body, she was also suppressed by the tree of fire not far away, and was scorched by the red flames on the tree.
The red flame aura on the fire tree is not faint.
It's the result of Fangzheng's daily noon riding on the positive and negative life, diligent practice, and substantial practice.
The lonely yin does not grow, and the lonely yang does not grow.
Only at noon, the human soul can absorb the sun fire, and the divine soul can temper the red sun aura.
The root of this tree of fire is the red sun aura tainted by Fang Zheng's spirit.
The demon ape approached the half of the woman's body nailed to the ground by a machete and held the hilt of the knife, here it is!
A blue arc erupts.
The knife smashed.
The woman's body on the ground half was completely strangled to black and gray, under the blue arc of spiritual power transforming matter, bang!
It exploded into black and gray particles all over the sky.
The special green spirit from the model doll +1.
This time, the evil spirits of the underworld weapons are the easiest to kill among the three underworld weapons.
Under the constant stimulation of the underwater dungeon, Fang Zheng exhausted everything.
Especially, he also has a spiritual weapon built from the tomb-keeper's coffin board, which is invincible in the past.
At least the level of an ordinary nightwalker can't take him a single shot.
The attack method of the Hades in front of him dragging people's spirits into the spiritual world is tantamount to suicide in front of Fang.
As Fang Zheng killed the evil spirit of the underworld weapon, the spiritual world in front of him disappeared, and Fang Zheng found that the dozens of model dolls in front of him had disappeared.
Only one broken Hades vehicle remains on the ground.
That is a model doll.
Fang Zheng's true energy was poured into the ghost knife, and the red knife burned the model dolls on the ground. Although the resentful spirit was dead, it would not fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives.
But when Fang Zheng had just solved the underworld weapon, suddenly, under the curtain of the night, a pillar of fire suddenly exploded.
The blazing fire directly reflected half of the night sky, as if blood stained the sky, scarlet, scary.
Boom!
Boom!
Two more soaring pillars of fire exploded in succession. Under the raging flames, the earth seemed to be shaking and the mountains trembling.
The power is terrifying!
The earth shakes the mountains!
Fang Zheng stared in the direction of the fire, and the Gao family had been in trouble for so long. He finally met someone who was alive... With such a big movement, who would the other party be?