"The congestion in the chest is about to burst out."
I quickly took out the yellow mangosteen with my right hand and pressed it directly on the chest of that ghost.
Tang Qianqian disappeared instantly.
The position of the ghost's heart was empty, and in the next instant, its body disintegrated!
The entire living room was suddenly crowded with people!
Most of the "people" were wearing grey robes.
They were mostly staring blankly, with no thoughts at all.
The ordinary ghosts are usually dressed in gray robes, often newly deceased souls without grievances. They are just waiting in line to cross the boundary between the mortal and spirit worlds overseen by the God of Hell, and then reincarnate.
But now, they have no consciousness, just empty soul shells. Even if they are able to reincarnate, they will be walking dead upon birth, or even born as stillborn infants.
The yellow mangosteen felt even colder. The patchy and uneven injuries had disappeared, and it seemed to be blooming, diffusing a faint fragrance.
A thin person who looked like a piece of paper stood in front of me.
It was too thin; its two legs were slightly swaying, as if they would break at any moment.
A pair of blood-red eye balls were staring at me intently!
A spine-chilling sensation suddenly struck.
I bit the tip of my tongue fiercely, and without hesitation, spat out a mouthful of Yang demons' blood!
It let out a sharp scream and retreated backward.
I took off running toward the door.
The gray-clothed ghosts were shaken by my collision and scattered in all directions, pushed to other parts of the room.
As I opened the door and ran into the hallway, a light ringing followed. It was clearly the elevator arriving with more people inside!
I didn't go down the stairs. There must be people everywhere outside, and more importantly, the blood-avenging ghost wouldn't let me escape!
Floor five is the top floor, and there must be a rooftop on the top floor. I took three steps at a time, running quickly upward.
In that instant of bursting out of the hallway, the cold and spine-chilling sensations suddenly approached, almost right behind my head!
This time, I dared not turn back.
The reason why I looked back at the City God Temple was because there was someone around me. At that time, the night watch was just stuck on the back of my head, with no other abnormalities.
Now, a fierce cold wind kept blowing across my cheeks on both sides, my ears were icy cold, and my whole body felt as if it was sinking into an ice cave!
Man has three fires, the head is spirit, the right shoulder is matter, and the left shoulder is soul.
Turning one's head will extinguish either the spirit or the matter, and this blood-vengeful ghost can even extinguish two, allowing it to easily penetrate into one's body, which is known as a ghost taking over.
"Don't turn back when it's dark" refers to this situation. A ghost facing a live person cannot possess them directly. It can only follow people quietly, call their names, or cause some disturbance. It is only when the person turns around that the ghost can "blow out the lamp," which in this context means that the ghost takes possession of a living person.
My neck was grasped tightly by a pair of hands, and the sensation of suffocation came over me, as if my throat was being strangled!
The yellow japonicus leaf had already been put into my pocket, and I quickly took out two talismans and slapped them towards the back with all my might!
The charred smell surged immediately, and my palm felt searing hot.
These ordinary talismans are completely ineffective against a blood-avenging ghost.
I took out the mourner's staff that had been hidden in my clothes and gave it a fierce swing back!
Crackling sounds, interspersed with sizzling noises.
The mourner's staff is also known as the ghost-whipping rod. The one I'm using is made of high-quality jujube wood, which makes it more effective.
However, the effect is still very slight.
My throat was completely sealed off, and I couldn't even breathe a little bit!
I felt my entire face was heating up, swelling, and becoming stiff. The air in my lungs was almost being squeezed dry.
My body swayed suddenly, and I fell to the ground, dropping the mourner's staff.
I clenched tightly the hands that were choking me, they were icy cold and bone-chilling, like a skeleton.
I still dared not turn back. Now, he could only strangle me to death. Back at the villa, the ghost without skin could only strangle my throat as well.
As long as the candle is not extinguished, the ghost can do little else.
But because of lack of oxygen, my head started to spin, and my body was becoming weak and limp.
That which followed was a series of waves of coldness.
This kind of coldness feels like being in an ice and snow land at minus twenty to minus thirty degrees Celsius.
It seemed like I was hallucinating, and Sun Dashan's menacing face was about to appear...
A sudden shiver made my breathing become unusually rapid.
Is it coming again!?
The feeling is exactly the same as in the villa!
Is the ground energy about to appear again!?
Ground energy has appeared once before, but no one knows its location. Many people are searching for it!
If it appears a second time here, I would probably be discovered!
Currently, I'm just being choked; this ghost seems less fierce than the skinless ghost and is not restricting my limbs.
I bit my tongue again, the intense pain made me suddenly regain my senses.
It seemed as though my consciousness returned, and the coldness that had run through me vanished, along with the hallucinations before my eyes.
I struggled with all my might to stand up.
There's nothing heavy on my back, it feels light and flimsy. It just wants to kill me!
This blood-avenging ghost is as thin as paper.
The sharp scream of the ghost echoed behind me, accompanied by a more hoarse quacking voice, as if it was screaming for me to die!
The tendons on my forehead bulged completely, I was holding on to the last bit of strength and stood up.
I thrashed about again and sat down on the ground.
I tore open my clothes, reached into my tight inner pocket, and pulled out a pair of embroidered slippers!
The main reason is that the embroidered slippers are bigger, so they were directly captured, while finding fingers would require searching.
With the help of my willpower, I put on the embroidered slippers.
There was a buzzing sound, as if my consciousness sank down for a moment.
The originally quiet roof, with only darkness and gray mist pervading, but in this gray mist, a large amount of white fog suddenly appeared.
In a flash, the white mist became extremely dense.
A woman, silent and unnoticed, appeared in the white mist.
The paorou is scarlet, covering the most critical parts, the legs are white and oily, uniformly slender, the waist is delicate, a pair of lotus arms stretch out towards me.
I could only feel my head buzzing.
This headless woman... how did she come here!?
At such a crucial moment, I didn't use a more bell!
What made my heart sink even further was that at this distance, I couldn't dodge at all...
Her arm, which had passed over my cheeks on both sides, grabbed hold of my face with an icy and slender arm.
In the next second, I suddenly heard a scream.
The ghost's hand that was squeezing my throat suddenly disappeared as if it had never been there, and I breathed in sharply, gasping heavily.
She gently held my face with her arms, allowing me to be very close to her chest.
Close enough that the plump red paorou is almost touching my cheeks.
I can't describe the feeling, but there was a fragrance that I had never smelled before in the nostrils.
For a man and woman to be this close, it is quite provocative in theory.
In reality, this scene is quite terrifying.
In the next second, her arms moved slightly upwards, her forearms brushing against my face, moving away from my head, and she stepped back a little.
It was only then that I saw that what she was holding in her hand was a very thin, emaciated ghost head, whose eyes were gradually dispersing, and the neck break was emitting gray mist constantly, as if it would dissipate and vanish at any moment.
The headless woman maintained a distance of about one meter from me.
My eyes were wide with shock, and I was soaked in cold sweat, a blood-avenging ghost being pulled off its head without any resistance by her?
As I glanced over, I also noticed that the half-boot on my foot had disappeared!
Originally barefoot, the headless woman had a pair of embroidered slippers on her feet.
The worn-out shoe surface had become delicate and new, looking as if it were about to drip with redness.
The white mist became even denser, and the gray mist became even more ferocious!
The headless woman kept "looking" at me.
The headless woman, who was dead and pitiful, seemed to convey a touch of tenderness.
