Ghost taking shape?

With a flash of inspiration in my mind, I grabbed the two knives with my palms at the same time, ready to take action.

At this time, the puppet's face also began to gradually take shape. After I saw a bald head appear on the puppet's shoulders, the suona sound in the team suddenly rose up, one sound louder than the other.

Several suona-playing ghosts circled around Ye Yang, and the sharp sound was like tearing open a person's eardrums, piercing my ears with murderous intent.

Those ghosts are no longer under Ye Yang's control, but are preventing him from causing evil.

Ye Yang raised his right hand straight in front of him, and with the five fingers shaking slightly, the puppet under the hook waved its limbs as if dancing. Hair also grew on the top of his head.

After a short moment, the black hair flowed down the shoulders like running water, and the fluttering hair tips did not fall down to the waist. It was like being held up by an invisible hand and tilted towards the top of the puppet's head.

The puppet's black hair just drew an arc in the air and then stopped moving.

Ye Yang's puppet also stopped where it was!

Updo!

I vaguely remember someone saying that in ancient times, girls had to tie their hair before getting married.

At that time, there were obvious differences between girls' and women's hairstyles, and having their heads tied up meant they were married and married.

If the puppet's hair cannot be tied up, it means that Ye Yang cannot attract the ghost!

Someone is stopping Ye Yang from casting spells?

As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, I saw blood flowing from Ye Yang's ears!

It's suona!

I looked at the suona player, raised my hand and slashed at it with a knife. Two human heads flew into the air under the blade and exploded into phosphorus fire. When the two headless corpses collapsed beside Ye Yang, the sound of the suona was a little lower.

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Ye Yang raised his head fiercely, the five fingers holding the hook trembled again, and the puppet's long hair also coiled around the top of his head.

But at this moment I got a thrill!

Ye Yang is doing this to the ghost.

The term "Ghost Pantou" in art means that a dead person is doing hair for a living person. Especially when you are getting a haircut, if you see the barber in the mirror standing behind you with an expressionless face and cold eyes, not moving for a long time,

It was the ghost Pantou I met.

What the ghost cuts is not the hair, but the lifespan of a person.

If you encounter a powerful ghost and cut off a person's hair, the person will never get up again.

What's going on with Ye Yang's head twisting for a ghost?

Isn't he risking his life to lure evil?

When I followed Ye Yang's hand and looked at the puppet, the puppet turned its head strangely and let out a burst of laughter at me.

The puppet is out of control?

Or did Ye Yang succeed in attracting evil spirits?

I couldn't understand the situation in front of me for a while, and I didn't know whether I should take action.

At that time, I didn’t know that when I was having a stalemate with the ghost outside Zaomu Village, Lin Zhao was also in trouble.

After Ye Yang and I left, Lin Zhao directly checked Sanbao's sleeping point and threw her on the bed. She sat not far from the bed with her head down, tearing up the notes on the table one by one.

Lin Zhao has a problem, that is, she habitually tears things when she is thinking. When there is nothing to tear, she crosses her fingers and holds them together to prevent her fingers from moving around and tearing the hem of her clothes.

When the pieces of paper torn by Lin Zhao gradually piled up on the table, a pair of human feet hung down from the ceiling above Lin Zhao's head.

The feet hanging in the air were like a person hanging on the roof of a shed, with his toes pointed at the ground and slowly falling down. After a while, the opponent's toes were hanging less than two inches above Lin Zhao's head.

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Lin Zhao still tore up the notes on the table as if he wasn't aware of it.

When Lin Zhao reached for the note, Xie Sanbao, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and looked directly at Lin Zhao with his eyes: "Why didn't you save me when I died?"

Lin Zhao was slightly startled: "What did you say?"

Xie Sanbao squinted at Lin Zhao and sneered, then threw his head up and fell on the bed.

When Lin Zhao stood up quickly, the pair of human feet that were hanging above her head suddenly retracted, and the toes still did not leave Lin Zhao's head.

Lin Zhao walked to the bed in a few steps and reached out to feel Xie Sanbao's breath. The figure hanging in the air dropped down again, his hands folded in front of his legs silently, and he sat on the sofa.

If Lin Zhao turned around immediately, what he saw must be a ghost with a phoenix crown and a veil, looking motionlessly at her heels behind her.

In ancient times, before the groom took off the hijab at a wedding, the bride could not move at all. If she wanted to see what her husband looked like, she could only move her eyes under the hijab. The first thing the bride saw must be the groom's toes.

When the female ghost's eyes fell on Lin Zhao's feet, a crack exploded in the water glass on the table. When the cracked lines spread downward from the mouth of the cup, the edge of the crack also quietly pointed towards Lin Zhao's back hamstring.

Once the water glass exploded, the broken glass would directly cut into the ribs behind Lin Zhao's feet.

Lin Zhao seemed to have no idea, he stretched out his hand to test Jie Sanbao's nose, quickly took out a medicine bottle from his body, poured out some powder, came close to Jie Sanbao's nose, and blew gently into it.
Chapter completed!