The servant seemed to have heard the funniest thing: "A vicious ghost has entered Room A? What kind of place do you think this is? The Imperial Academy, the holy place for scholars in the world. Just based on the Imperial Academy's awe-inspiring righteousness, what kind of vicious ghost can come in? Hey!

, everyone, come and see, someone is here to confuse people with lies..."

There were a total of twenty scholars living in Room A of the Imperial College, and the number of servants serving the master totaled more than fifty. When he shouted, not only the servants ran out, but also an assistant professor of the Imperial Academy came over.

The assistant teacher pointed at Xie Bangui and said: "How dare you two, talk about ghosts and monsters in the clear universe and at the feet of the saint. What are your intentions?"

Xie Bangui hugged his shoulders and sneered without saying a word, but his eyes were calmly counting the number of scholars in the A-shaped room. Sure enough, one person was missing among the scholars who came out to watch the fun.

Zhao Siyuan, who lived in Room A, No. 16, was sitting in front of the mirror with disheveled hair, combing his hair. Zhao Siyuan's servant, Zhao Bao, was stretching his neck and looking towards the door when he heard a burst of female laughter coming from behind.

"Woman?" Zhao Bao turned around and saw the mirror facing Zhao Siyuan. His shoulders were shaking with laughter, and his laughter was intermittent but sharp. It sounded creepy. Zhao Bao had heard this kind of laughter before.

A woman sat by the well laughing for a long time before she threw herself into the well.

"Master... Master... what's wrong with you?" Zhao Bao felt frightened when he thought about someone saying that it was haunted just now, and he plucked up the courage to walk over to his young master.

As he approached behind Zhao Siyuan, he saw his hair suddenly raised. Two palms slowly stretched out from Zhao Siyuan's fluffy bun. The pale palms overlapped behind Zhao Siyuan's neck and hung on his neck with the utmost gentleness.

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Several hazy white shadows appeared in front of Zhao Siyuan, which looked like someone was holding his neck and snuggling in his arms.

"Shoes... those shoes..." Zhao Bao pointed to a pair of embroidered shoes protruding from Zhao Siyuan's waist, his face turned pale with fear: "Let... let go of my house..."

Half of a human face suddenly appeared next to Zhao Siyuan's neck, and his eyes filled with blood and tears were as cold as knives. The deep-seated hatred made people shudder. Especially the wisp of blood at the corner of the face's mouth was so red that it was dazzling.

Zhao Bao wanted to shout, but couldn't. He wanted to run, but his legs didn't obey him. He fell to the ground softly. When he got up, he saw that Zhao Siyuan's body seemed to have been ripped out of the bones.

It slowly softened and was piled on the chair as softly as mud.

"Young... Young Master..." Zhao Bao felt that suddenly, a human face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. A pair of cold eyes were tightly attached to Zhao Bao's face.

"Don't... don't kill me..." Zhao Bao's mouth was covered by a palm, and the smell of rotting corpses went straight to his forehead along his nostrils. At the same time, Zhao Bao felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if there was a hand

He traced his neck to the top of his head, and pressed his cold fingers on his Tianling Cap, rubbing back and forth.

Zhao Bao felt as if he had been pricked by a needle on the top of his head. His limbs were twitching uncontrollably. Blood foam with bubbles surged out from under his hand and flowed along the seam of his fingers to Zhao Bao's neck, dripping.

fell to the ground.

"Ah——" A scream came from room A, No. 16, and the assistant professor of the Imperial Academy and the scholars didn't think much and swarmed into room No. 16.

When they saw clearly what was going on inside the room, they all lay down at the door and vomited all over the place.

Xie Bangui and Gao Fatty walked over slowly, separated from the crowd and entered the house. The first thing they saw was Zhao Bao lying on the ground and expired.

A horn comb was stuck on Zhao Bao's head, his eyes were as wide as dead fish, and there were four finger-shaped bruises on the corners of his mouth. Both of his hands were dug into the ground, showing that he was on the verge of death.

How much pain I endured.

Xie Bangui clamped the back of the comb with two fingers and pulled out the bloody comb from Zhao Bao's head: "The teeth of the comb are about three inches long. They penetrate from the top of the head and are enough to crush the brain.

The force used to pierce a human skull with a wooden comb is definitely not small..."

Xie Bangui took out a piece of white cloth, carefully wrapped the comb and stuffed it into his arms.

The tall fat man who walked to the edge of the chair suddenly shouted: "Brother, come and see, this man seems to have not died yet."
Chapter completed!