Maoshan Ghostbusters

There was silence in the chamber of the palace.

Everyone was silent. After reading the letter, everyone’s good mood was wiped out.

Especially when the wind is like the beginning, his face is purple.

Everyone wanted to say something to comfort the wind, but they didn’t know how to say it.

The content of this letter is not so much asking for people from the Golden Elephant country, as it is to launch a war against the Golden Elephant country under the pretext of asking people.

The smell of gunpowder from the letter seemed to have penetrated into the chamber through the thin letter paper, making everyone frown. After all, no one likes war except those invaders.

After being silent for a while, Feng Ruchu roared, “This Zuo Weizhong is simply bullying! Not only did I **** my father’s throne and kill my father, but he also slandered my father everywhere, saying that my father was poisoning the people and neighboring countries. Jun Jun, you still want to kill me now. It’s really unbearable or unbearable. It’s really unreasonable! If this hatred is not reported, I will be as good as a man!”

Skull hurriedly persuaded, “Master, calm down.”

Feng Ruo’s anger is excusable, and anyone who is in his situation will be furious.

The most unbearable thing is that Zuo Weizhong, who has done all the bad things, can still come to the Golden Elephant country to demand people under the banner of justice. What a shameless person he can write such a letter. According to the tone of the letter, even if he intends to wipe out Feng Ruchu’s family, there seems to be a high-sounding reason.

But as soon as Feng Ruchu’s voice fell, I heard a horrible laugh. Even though the malicious laughter was deliberately suppressed, I could not hold back a very slight laugh.

The source of the laughter is behind me.

This familiar scalp-tingling sound reminded me of a person.

Yes, that’s right, Zuo Weizhong.

Thinking of Zuo Weizhong, what appeared before my eyes were his tall, burly figure, cold and deep eyes, and the pitiful bird with light purple feathers standing on his left shoulder.

Of course, I also remembered his big iron clamp-like hands that stuck my neck tightly. The cold touch and suffocating feeling instantly grabbed me again. I feel short of breath.

Anyway, I stayed with him in the abandoned well for a few hours, and I couldn’t be more familiar with his terrible laugh. The unbridled laughter with pride and contempt was like an electric drill that got into my head and kept smelting and spiraling forward, so miserable.

Hearing his laughter is behind me, is it possible that he is also in the chamber of the palace?

If he were here, where would he hide? Will it be hiding behind me?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a chill on my back, turned my head abruptly, but saw a tall statue.

It was a black stone statue, more than six feet high, and my head was just above his shoulder.

The statue has a hideous appearance and strange horns. He spread out his huge wings in a gesture of fluttering his wings. The statue’s face was twisted to the left, and the chin was slightly tilted upward at a 45-degree angle.

Most of the statues in ancient times have some symbolic meaning of totems, but I can’t tell which **** this statue is.

Seeing that the old king suffered a face, I didn’t open my mouth to ask about the meaning of this statue. I am worried that even if I ask, he might not be in the mood to explain the origin and history of the statue to me.

The old king’s thoughts at the moment were all on the letter, and the content of the letter had completely collapsed him.

In addition to the statue, there are several bookshelves and cabinets against the wall in the chamber.

The statue is located between me and the bookshelf. Since the source of the laughter is behind me, he must be hidden in the bookshelf.

I suddenly stood up like crazy, walked toward the bookshelf, and walked to the bookshelf, only to find that there was nothing on the bookshelf except books.

But I was sure I heard the laughter, so I looked around and searched for all windows, cabinets, and under the table. Because I was very anxious, I couldn’t help but be a little rougher. When I flipped through the bookshelf, my hands became stronger. , Knocked down a bookshelf, the entire bookshelf crackled and fell to the floor.

Looking at the conference hall that was messed up by me, I fell to the ground and shook my head, “No, it’s impossible! He must be here!”

The friends looked at me in surprise and said in unison, “Luffy, what are you looking for?”

I rubbed my temples vigorously, shook my head and said, “I don’t know what I’m looking for.”

Actually, I really don’t know what I’m looking for. I’m alone or a crow. I only know that I’m looking for Zuo Weizhong, that cold-blooded and cruel guy. I know he should be here. I only met him twice. , He appeared in front of me in addition to the human form is the crow, of course, it is not clear how he would appear in other ways.

But I feel that he is in this room, because I heard his laughter. I remember his terrible laugh for a lifetime.

I rubbed my swollen temples vigorously, and plucked up the courage to ask, “Did you hear his laugh?”

Celluloid gave me a blank look, “Luffy, what are you making? What laughter? Are you hallucinating?”

I jumped up and shouted, “No! I have absolutely no auditory hallucinations. I really heard Zuo Weizhong’s laughter. His laughter is exactly the same as what I heard when I was trapped in an abandoned well.”

“I didn’t pay attention, but we didn’t even hear.”

Everyone shook their heads together.

Nima, too bad, right?

Could it be said that I was the only one who heard that laughter?

How could this be?

But this is the truth, only I can hear it.

Seeing this, Celluloid snorted coldly, “Don’t ignore him, he often does this, inexplicably nervous.”

Liang Jinghui walked over and asked concerned, “Luffy, what’s the matter with you? Looks so bad?”

I shook my head feebly, “I’m fine, you continue to talk about you. Sorry for interrupting your conversation.”

When I think that that terrible guy is probably here, I feel cold all over. How can I explain to everyone how I feel now? Maybe in their eyes, I’m like a lunatic who behaves inexplicably at this moment, but I think It is said that if they had been caught in the neck by the cruel and cold-blooded guy and hovered on the death line like me, they would also act like me.

Looking at everyone’s strange eyes, I knew I was isolated again. In this case, it is useless to say anything more, so I comforted myself in my heart, because none of them have seen Zuo Weizhong, and the only person who has seen him is me, so I will be more sensitive to everything about him. Of course all this includes his creepy laughter.