Hot eyes.

The hanged ghost screamed and covered his eyes with his hands.

Vulgar.

This human being is too vulgar.

The hanged ghost's expression quickly changed from being hideous and terrifying at the beginning to terror.

Then, she pulled off the white cloth quickly, turned around and ran away.

She has seen many humans who want to catch ghosts and suppress monsters.

But for the first time she saw a pervert who wanted to control a ghost.

no.

It will be too late if you don't leave.

Who is it!

Which bad silver put this medicinal wine on her territory?

Isn't this hurting her?

"Come back you."

Chen Jian stretched out his wrist and the ghost rope revived, and he put two blood-stained hemp ropes.

The hemp rope fell from the sky and was accurately placed on the hanged ghost's neck.

Hanging ghost:!!!

What the hell is this?

The hanged ghost struggled and wanted to tear the hemp rope, but the harder she tried, the tighter the ghost rope was.

The two fell into a supernatural collision.

"Little hemp rope, you dare to have a supernatural conflict with me, you're done."

The hanged ghost grabbed the ghost rope and invaded bit by bit.

The next moment.

An irresistible force came.

The hanged ghost could only watch Chen Jian on the other side of the ghost rope drag her over little by little...

Ghost Rope: You're stupid, I have a backer.

The hanged ghost panic.

The long tongue was wrapped with a hemp rope and used force together, but the distance was still slightly closer.

No.

The air that this human exhales is vulgar.

There is absolutely nothing good if it falls into his hands.

soon.

The hanged ghost general was dragged by Chen Jian to the front with a look of grief and anger.

"I just saw that your tongue seems to be forked?"

Chen Jian let out a breath of hot air.

During the tug-of-war just now, he saw the hanged ghost's tongue split into two pieces, like two flexible arms, pulling it back desperately.

Such a flexible ghost tongue is rare.

Hanging ghost:?

Subconsciously, he stretched out his tongue at least two meters long and could continue to stretch.

This is her killing rule and her murder attack.

The tongue is divided into two from the middle.

Become two independent individuals.

Entangled with each other.

If necessary, this is a red silk.

"Just that, let me calm down."

Chen Jian pointed.

Hanging ghost:??!

Strange knowledge has increased.

...

Half an hour later.

Chen Jian took out the soul-binding bag, pressed the hanged ghost's head and stuffed it into the sack.

The hanged ghost's whimpering voice was heartbroken.

What a ruthless one.

This human is so hateful.

Chen Jian doesn't care about that much.

I took a look at the chat interface that I had just paid attention to.

Then he was slightly stunned.

The red-haired young man with id "Dragon and Tiger Leap" has a gray name.

This only represents one possibility in thriller games.

The player is dead.

A level 22 player died so quickly.

Is the weird here so fierce?

Chen Jian glanced at the crying hanged ghost and fell into deep thought.

Chat interface.

[Fang Mumu: He went to the east wing, have he met a ghost? He died quietly?]

[Mingming: Kill a player instantly, the ghost must be at least at the level of Qingyi, and the killing speed is extremely fast.]

Chen Jian's eyes moved.

A green-class evil ghost.

If he guessed correctly, there was a ghost wandering around every betrothal gift.

The hanged ghost is infinitely close to the level of the blue-clothed one, and there is a blue-clothed ghost near the betrothal gift of the golden hairpin.

In this way, four betrothal gifts mean four ghosts.

very good.

He wants it all.

...

Time went back half an hour ago.

The red hair walked through the garden and came to the wing room to the east.

One of the rooms was lit with candlelight, which was very dark and reflected through the lattice window.

Push the door open.

A handful of gold hairpins made of gold is quietly placed in front of the dressing table.

Red hair swallowed saliva.

While picking up the golden hairpin, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

A male corpse in mahjong walked in with his back to his back.

The neck seemed to be cut by some sharp weapon, and it was bloody and fuzzy.

The male corpse turned around and held a middle-aged man's head in his hand.

This strange scene is really terrifying.

"Can you... put my head back for me?"

At this moment, the head suddenly spoke.

A pair of infiltrating white pupils looked straight at the red hair.
To be continued...