Chapter 1364: Life doubt (72)

Where did you go?
Yang Zimei looked around in confusion, and couldn't find anyone.
"Xue Lake, Sadako won't go after Wang Zeyuan, right? Did you smell her breath?"
Yang Zimei pinned her hope on Xuehu's more sensitive nose than the hound.
Xuehu nodded, pulling her out of the fence and chasing out.
Chasing for a kilometer, Yang Zimei also felt Zhenzi's breath, actually in a hotel.
How did Sadako come here?
Yang Zimei and Xuehu searched her breath doubtfully and found her room.
The door was fortunately not closed.
They went in stealthily.
I saw Sadako sitting down on the bed with no expression on her face, a bit like a wooden man.
Yang Zimei just wanted to call her and walked out of the bathroom without a person.
This man is actually the dead pervert Wang Zeyuan.
He realized that the door was not closed, so he walked over naked, put the door on it, and sat next to Sadako. The hand began to feel uneasily, as if he had touched the wax statue of Long Caiyun.
Sadako still did not respond.
It seems that consciousness was psychedelic to him.
Yang Zimei was not impulsive this time, but pulled out the mirror and shot at Wang Zeyuan in the past.
A soul that was too old to appear in the mirror was like the shape before his molting.
"Xuehu, doesn't it seem like a snake?"
Yang Zimei searched carefully, but found no trace of snakes, and pleasantly spoke to Xuehu Road.
Xuehu took a closer look, "but not necessarily a snake!"
"Let me sprinkle realgar!"
Yang Zimei took the prepared realgar from the storage ring and directly went to Wang Zeyuan ...
"Haqiu!"
Wang Zeyuan sneezed, and the tiny body suddenly curled up.
At this time, Sadako was excited, her pupils lit up, and her expression returned to normal.
She looked at Wang Zeyuan, who was curled up beside her, and did not know where the embroidery needles came from, stabbing directly at him.
The embroidery needle actually stabbed Wang Zeyuan and was not isolated by his powerful breath protection layer.
"Sadako, kill him!"
Yang Zi browed.
When Zhenzi heard Yang Zimei's voice, she didn't want to think about it. The embroidery needles on her hands were like raindrops, and stabbed at Wang Zeyuan densely, as if she was doing embroidery.
The gesture was extremely graceful, yet it was lynchish.
Wang Zeyuan curled his head and screamed in pain.
Yang Zimei tried to pull out his sword and stab him at him.
However, this time she kept her eyebrows and did not use much force to avoid hurting herself.
Sure enough, when the sword touched his layer of breath, he immediately bounced back like hitting a hard object.
Therefore, she had to put away her sword and see that Sadako was doing embroidery.
She wondered why she could attack Wang Zeyuan directly, but she couldn't?
Is it that his breath is useless to a living dead Sadako?
Sadako was addicted, and Wang Zeyuan suddenly opened his mouth and let out a sigh of relief.
The breath was extremely stinky, and it was estimated to be hundreds of times better than the skunk's fart.
Smell-sensitive Yang Zimei and Xuehu were immediately smoked out of the window, their stomachs rolled, and they almost vomited.
At this time, the inside of Sadako also suddenly tilted her head and fell to the bed. Then Wang Zeyuan rolled out like a ball and disappeared again.