Start a Dome

"would not!"

Kasuga Yeqiong exclaimed angrily, and she couldn't help looking at the little girl angrily: "Mo...a gentle person like Mo...wouldn't abuse me!"

"Maybe?"

The corner of the mouth was slightly raised, and a drop of scarlet blood slipped from the little girl's cheek and dripped onto the floor.

boom!

The pitch-black dagger pierced the little girl's forehead. The next moment, the little girl's body began to become unreal, and finally turned into a cloud of pitch-black mist, dissipating in front of Xia Mo.

"Illusion?"

The blood on the floor also disappeared. Looking at the tidy living room, Kasuga Nokome tilted her head a little cutely.

"This is a common method used by evil spirits to create terrifying illusions."

Stretching out his hand and playing with the girl's dumb hair, Xia Mo said, "Qion should have seen it. In those horror movies, female ghosts kill people only because they make people afraid."

"That's Shenxia's horror movie, right?"

After laughing twice, Xia Mo glanced at the time displayed on the phone, and it was already late.

Kasuga Yeqiong bit his lips: "Mo wants... to go to class?"

Xia Mo shook his head, looked in the direction of the open door, and his dark pupils showed cold light: "Since it has already found the door... Qiong, stay at home obediently, I will be back soon."

Kasuga Yeqiong looked at Xia Mo curiously: "Isn't Mo going to class?"

Xia Mo asked Haruka Ye Qiong: "Does Qiong not want me to stay at home?"

"No... But, Mo is about to take the final exam, right?"

Kasugano Dome bit her lips lightly: I don't want Mo's grades to be let down because of my selfishness..."

An incomparably reassuring breath rushed over, and Xia Mo's calm voice sounded in Kasuga Yeqiong's ear: "Don't worry, I'm just talking to this evil spirit for a while."

"Take half a day off. It won't affect my grades. At worst, I'll ask Sister Yayin to help me make up for it."

"She is a genius who can be admitted to a well-known American university by herself."

"Ah."

Burying his face into Xia Mo's arms, Kasuga Yeqiong let out a slight nasal sound.

......

The dilapidated old house still stands in the most remote part of the street.

The smell of burning came from the nostrils, and the rusty iron gate of the yard kept opening and closing, Xia Mo's eyes were full of peace.

"Since you have come to trouble me without knowing your life."

A ray of pitch-black death gushed out from Xia Mo's palm, turning into a dagger.

"Then, I'm here to trouble you, too."

This time, he planned to use this half day to completely eliminate these evil spirits in the old house.

puff!

A small pitch-black ball was pierced by a dagger, and a large amount of blood splashed out, but none of it splashed on Xia Mo's body.

The little girl looked at Xia Mo in horror, turned around and ran towards the gate.

Shaking off the blood-stained ball on the dagger, Xia Mo calmly walked towards the gate of the old house.

The closer you get, the stronger the burning smell from the decaying old house.

pat!

One step, Xia Mo crossed the threshold, and the next moment, a ray of cold light flickered behind him.

boom!

Turning around sharply and punching, the black death energy wrapped around Xia Mo's right fist, and the woman holding the rusty kitchen knife was directly twisted by Xia Mo's punch.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

On the dark ceiling, there seemed to be some viscous liquid dripping down, Xia Mo slowly raised his head, and calmly looked at the faces on the ceiling.

These human faces seemed to be forcibly peeled off with a knife, as thin as paper, and the scarlet viscous liquid, like glue, fixed them to the ceiling.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

A drop of blood splashed on Xia Mo's black and white school uniform, and a bone-chilling cold gushed out from the bottom of his heart in an instant.

"curse?"

Tilting his head, looking at the faces on the ceiling, Xia Mo's dark eyes were extremely calm.

pat!

In the depths of the corridor, suddenly there was the sound of something hitting the wall. Xia Mo picked up his mobile phone, took pictures of the bloody faces on the ceiling, and then walked into the depths of the corridor.

It's very strange, obviously I visited the old house once not long ago, but the feeling of the two times was completely different.

Maybe the other party also knew that it was just a simple intimidation, and it was useless at all, right?

However, Xia Mo had just walked a few steps when there was a muffled sound behind him.

Boom!

The original gate of the house turned into a wall, and the face on the wall was covered with blood as thin as white paper, and the face on the ceiling disappeared.

It was as if the whole old house had been turned upside down.

Chapter 48 - Staining

The faces of these people had their eyes gouged out, but for some reason, Xia Mo could feel that their eyes were always focused on him.

The abyss of emptiness, malice, and despair is enough to send goosebumps down anyone's back.

However, the next moment, all these faces subconsciously looked away.

What do they see?

Behind Xia Mo, the ferocious ghost condensed by the dark death energy was looking at them with its head tilted.

If Xia Mo could see it, he would even be surprised to find that the appearance of the evil spirit was very similar to the Prajna he had killed before.

It's just that, compared to Chi Prajna, this evil ghost gathered from pure death energy is less feminine and more ferocious.

The pitch-black sharp claws shone coldly, and the evil spirit just stood quietly behind Xia Mo, covering half of his body.

Feeling a little strange why the eyes that converged on him disappeared, Xia Mo shook his head, turned around and walked towards the depths of the corridor,

Soon, Xia Mo walked through the corridor and came to the living room.

Just as his right foot landed on the floor of the living room, Xia Mo's consciousness was in a trance the next moment.

Not panicking, looking around vigilantly, Xia Mo grasped the dagger condensed by death energy.

The strong burnt smell, gone...

The dilapidated living room suddenly turned into a brand new look. Xia Mo looked up suspiciously, but saw the wooden table with cracks.

Snapped!

There was the sound of something breaking, and the sharp fragments overflowed, almost splashing on Xia Mo's face.

Xia Mo's body began to move towards the center of the wooden table uncontrollably, as if he was afraid of being affected by the movement outside.

"Here, is the scene that happened in the little girl's memory?"

"I, am I taking on the perspective of a little girl?"

A ray of black light flickered in the pitch-black pupils, and Xia Mo quietly looked at everything in front of him.

Just in time, he also wanted to know why the house in front of him became abandoned, and there was an extremely strong burning smell.

Why did such a small girl become an evil spirit?

More importantly, why did he fail to realize when he saw the little girl that the little girl holding the little ball would be an evil spirit.

Evil spirits can sense each other.This is also why so many evil spirits like to send heads in front of Xia Mo.

And Xia Mo, who has a lifeless energy in his body, can also perceive evil spirits.

Snapped!

The sound of a heavy slap, and the sound of a woman sobbing came from Xia Mo's ear.

"Cry, cry, cry! I only know how to cry!"

Snapped!

Another slap, Xia Mo's ears kept hearing the sound of a man beating a woman, but for some reason, there was no trace of fear in his heart.

"what happened?"

With his young body, Xia Mo felt a little strange looking at the man and woman wrestling outside.

Obviously, I have already watched my father beating my mother, why is there no panic or sadness in my heart?

At this time, the little girl just curled up under the table, looking at the scene in front of her with a blank expression.

Snapped!boom!Clap!

As time went by, the man's movements became more and more rude, and the strength of his movements became heavier and heavier. Soon, the woman lost her voice.

boom!

Throwing the woman with extremely red and swollen cheeks onto the dilapidated sofa, the man looked at the table in the center of the living room.

Seeing the legs with thick leg hair getting closer and closer to him, Xia Mo couldn't do anything, he just substituted this body, watching all this from the perspective of a little girl.

Soon, the little girl hiding under the table was rudely pulled out by the man with an extremely ferocious face. Looking at the little girl's white face full of peace, the man said with a gloomy face, "Bastard, see your mother!" Are you so happy to be beaten?"

The little girl shook her head, still calmly looking at the man with an extremely gloomy face, without any expression on her face.

"Cry for me!"