Chapter 746 Horror: Playwright Indus

Su Bei asked 748: "What's going on, the target won't die, right?"

748: "He was originally a ghost."

Su Bei: "Oh, I'm sorry."

He raised his hand to wipe the blood, just after wiping it off, it flowed down again.

The door over there had been violently kicked open, and the people inside came out, hanging the lottery.

Panting heavily, he said proudly: "Five hundred points, sell one of this ghost's weaknesses."

As soon as these words came out, everyone didn't care about being happy that he survived, but were thinking about whether to pay 500 points. After all, 500 points is a huge sum of money for those who come here.

A little man stood up and said, "Brother Zhang, I'll buy it."

The person named Brother Zhang leaned against the door frame, with an air of points, "Where are the others?"

One after another, one or two people said they wanted to buy it.

Brother Zhang let people into his house and closed the door.

The people outside the door looked at each other, but there was nothing they could do because there were no points.

After a while, a few people came out, and they always looked in the direction of Subei from time to time.

Although very restrained, Su Bei still found out.

Su Bei finally wiped off the blood on the painting, thinking that these people wouldn't do anything to him, he was still a child.

The danger receded, and everyone returned to their houses, ready to rest.

In this environment, because of the high tension, everyone is very tired and can only race against time to rest.

Back in the room, Wutong looked at Song Qian with a smile, and the mole in the corner of his eyes was a little seductive, "Do you think that one thousand points is too much of a loss, if I knew I would save the news, I could save five hundred? "

Song Qian shook her head again and again, "No, how could it be, I believe in Big Boss Qiqi!"

Wu Tong's expression was slightly gentle, and a little bewitching, "We won't blame you if you tell the truth, after all, it's human nature."

What he said was so sincere, Song Qian was a little moved, "I...I didn't mean to think so, really!"

Wutong was about to cry, clutching his heart, as if he had been greatly wronged, "I didn't expect you to really think that way, it really hurts my heart, how could you do this!"

Su Bei couldn't help but want to clap his hands, this guy is really good at acting.

Song Qian was at a loss and kept apologizing, as if she had done something unforgivable.

It's almost there, Wutong looks like his biological father, "Although you don't trust us, it doesn't matter, since we have collected your points, even if you don't trust us, we will still let you live."

Undoubtedly, after this wave of operations, Song Qian was very moved. She deeply reviewed her thoughts just now, and offered to add 100 points to make up for it.

Speaking of which, for a man like Wutong, the expression he made just now is not feminine at all, but it is a bit easy to arouse people's emotions.

When Wu Tong heard the hundred points, he instantly erased the non-existent eyes and went away like a puppy sticking to Qiqi.

That heartbreaking beautiful boy just now was a floating cloud.

It was Song Qian who looked like she had been fooled.

Su Bei felt that, indeed, acting skills were essential to travel the rivers and lakes, and there were really not many people who were as flexible as Wutong.

Then, because no one spoke anymore, Su Bei was also a little drowsy.

Not knowing what he dreamed about, Su Bei woke up suddenly, and saw a fruit knife pierced directly into the door.

Su Bei raised the frame reflexively to block it, and the two of them kicked out.

Then he was cut on the arm, and he realized that it was not alone, and there was a brother Zhang among them.