The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Jiang Beiyu was watching her communicate with a mahogany sword. It seemed that she wanted to use both coercion and temptation, but now it seems that the two sides have reached an agreement.

"Teacher Jiang, come here." Su Nanzhi waved to him.

Mr. Jiang, who was weak and still missed by ghosts, naturally walked towards the bodyguard he had hired for 500 million yuan, and watched helplessly as his bodyguard took out a yellow paper talisman and stuck it on his forehead.

"Sorry, Mr. Jiang, the situation may be a bit complicated later, you should find a place to stay first."

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

This kind of service attitude, 500 million may not be worth it.

But Mr. Jiang is a person who attaches great importance to life safety, so he is very obedient. After listening to what the bodyguard said, he turned around and found a small bench - the leather sofa he customized not long ago, and sat firmly.

In front of his eyes, a live-action ghost-killing drama was about to be staged.

Teacher Jiang, who has a strong psychological quality, chooses to trust the bodyguards that his own father paid a lot of money for.

Ordinary people's psychology: expensive is the best.

After Su Nanzhi made sure that Jiang Beiyu was within a safe range, she looked up at the things on the ceiling and sighed inwardly.

Fortunately, this house is not hers. If she finds that the ceiling of her house has been climbed up by such unknown things, she can immediately send them to the west.

The monster on the ceiling can be regarded as a low-level dead thing, because it has devoured too many human and animal corpses and soul bodies, and there is no powerful soul that can lack all consciousness, so its consciousness is chaotic.

This kind of stuff isn't hard to deal with.

Mainly because it affects the visual aesthetics too much.

Perhaps it was because he sensed the danger. From the flesh and severed limbs on the ceiling, blood suddenly fell down continuously, like rain. At first, it was pattering, and gradually the air was filled with a smell of blood. .

This is why both Su Nanzhi and Xiao Taomu hate this thing.

It's not strong, it's even pitifully weak, but this thing is very disgusting. Generally speaking, even if it is completely wiped out, it will make a mess around you before then.

Su Nanzhi's face turned black when she saw the blood, and the small peach tree in her hand immediately glowed green. When she struck down with the sword, the blood that was about to splash on her body burned in the air.

Onlookers Jiang Beiyu: Wow.

According to his little knowledge about metaphysics, mahogany is naturally wood and hydrophilic, so why does it breathe fire?

Teacher Jiang encountered some knowledge blind spots that were contrary to common sense.

He found that Su Nanzhi was really irritable, so he took the sword to slash without saying a word. Not long after, the size of the thing on the ceiling shrank rapidly, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air, the smell of blood and burning The smell was mixed together, and Jiang Beiyu felt for a moment that his house was uninhabitable.

Su Nanzhi likes magic weapons. This is a habit she has had since she was a child. Because her heart is not good, she can't usually do strenuous exercise.

Master occasionally casts spells to make her free from heart constraints for a short period of time, but every now and then, it is when she is doing strenuous exercise with all her might.

Su Nanzhi's skills were honed at this time, but it didn't mean that she wasn't a weak chicken anymore.

She really can't fight.

So when the half-burned monster on top of her head threw blood onto Su Nanzhi's face, her eyes suddenly changed.