infinite danger

"I just like to rob civilian men, as long as I feel happy, you don't care about me so much! Don't even inquire, with my looks, there are no male ghosts within a few miles who are not willing to be robbed by me!"

More and more red threads emerged from the sleeves, wrapping around the bride ghost's palms and fingertips.

These red threads merged into her body, as if growing out of her body, glowing with a strange dark light, exuding a dangerous aura.

The bride ghost doesn't want to reason with the bald uncle at all, and just wants to solve everything simply and rudely.

"Everyone is a ghost, anyway, I have been here for so many years, can't you give me some face!"

The bald Uncle opened his hands to block Ji Siwei in front of him, an invisible ghostly aura burst out from him, he stared into the eyes of the bride ghost, and raised his chest.

Gusts of sinister wind blew from the ground, the blood in the bride ghost's eyes became even more bloody, and the evil spirit emitted from her body was several times stronger than that of the bald uncle.

She stuck out her sharp tongue, licked vermilion's lips, and said word by word: "No."

Under the oppression of the evil spirit, the ghostly spirit on the bald Uncle instantly lost any sense of existence.

You can't beat it.

It doesn't make sense.

The bald Uncle made a pause gesture, grinned his mouth, and showed a smile with eight teeth: "Pretty girl... wait a minute, I will discuss it with him."

The bride ghost tilted her head, with an expression of "I'll see what tricks you want to play".

Keeping his smile, the bald uncle slowly backed up behind Ji Siwei, gently put his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, then turned around abruptly with his strength, spread his feet, and led Ji Siwei to run like a gust of wind.

The bald Abo's life-saving tricks for adventure and exploration are nothing but a trick: run as fast as you can, keep your posture steady, and have a handsome back.

The bride ghost seemed to have seen through the bald uncle's routine, and was not surprised. She snorted coldly, and her feet in embroidered shoes lightly floated into the air.

The bride ghost chased after them upright, and the jewelry on her body collided with each other, making endless "jingling" sounds.

In fact, the bride ghost doesn't care whether the bald uncle runs away or not. Her goal is Ji Siwei from the beginning to the end.

"You can run, it's not that easy for him..."

The red threads in his hands were twisted together, turning into a ferocious whip, which was unceremoniously thrown towards the bald Uncle's neck.

The bald Uncle shrank his neck quickly, and swung the whip across his head. The flying hair was instantly cut off by the wind from the whip, like snowflakes...

"I don't have hair at all, it's hard for me! Can you have some sympathy!" The bald uncle took the time to touch his smoother head, with tears in his eyes, and said in an aggrieved tone: "Young man, The enemy's weapon can attack from a long distance, your knife is too short, remember to prepare a 40-meter sword next time, so that we don't have to run, and I don't have to lose my hair."

Ji Siwei: "..."

Abe seems to be too sad about losing his hair and has started talking nonsense.

I don't know if the funeral supplies store sells hair restorer or Dad Wang's anti-hair loss shampoo, maybe I can burn a few bottles for him?

"You talk too much nonsense!" The bride ghost yelled impatiently: "Leave the milk tea and the pretty boy, and I will save your life, or I will shatter your seven souls and six souls, and serve the food!"

"Wow... don't..." The bald uncle ran faster after hearing the words: "To be honest, I have a fatty liver! I also have diabetes! If I eat it, I will have indigestion!"

There was a terrifying sound of wind behind him, and the sound of metal jewelry colliding became louder and louder. Ji Siwei looked back and found that the bride ghost suddenly shortened the distance from them.

She stared straight at Ji Siwei's eyes, the blood in her pupils was burning like flames, she slowly raised the corners of her lips, and with a wave of her hand, the red glow of the whip exploded, bending its long neck like a poisonous snake with its mouth wide open, suddenly Attack prey.

Ji Siwei's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his voice, "Abo, be careful!"

Before the words were finished, the bald uncle reacted quickly and dodged the attack, but the speed of the bride ghost was faster, and the whip was fierce, wrapping around the bald uncle's neck with incomparable accuracy.

The smooth-looking whip can cut into the flesh, like a torture instrument covered with barbs, the pain is unspeakable.

The bald Uncle broke the whip that looked like it was made of blood vessels with both hands, sweating profusely, with a painful expression on his face.

The bride pulled back with a ghostly smile, and the bald uncle was dragged over. After leaving the ground for a short time, he flung heavily to the floor.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the tiles shattered into several large pieces.

The bald Uncle let out an indistinct scream, and the hands that were pulling the whip began to become transparent.

When the evil spirits became ferocious, even ghosts would kill them.

Ghosts killed by ghosts do not enter reincarnation and completely disappear from this world.

The situation was urgent, and Ji Siwei didn't have time to think about it too much, so he decisively turned around, holding the fruit knife in his backhand, and rushed towards the bride ghost at the fastest speed of his wheelchair.

His goal was to cut that whip.

The bride ghost snorted, retracted his palms, and the whip shortened suddenly, and the bald uncle was lifted into the air like a yo-yo.

With his legs off the ground, the bald uncle wailed intermittently, and his complexion became even worse.

"Yo, kind, I like it."

The bride ghost didn't take Ji Siwei's little danger into consideration at all, she laughed wildly, her blush bulged like a red plaster, and her lifeless face looked particularly creepy under the dim light.

"But... why should Lang Jun fight against me?"

The bride ghost put away her smile, and looked down at Ji Siwei condescendingly.

"Your target is me, let him go."

Ji Siwei didn't avoid her eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"Lang Jun misunderstood, you, I am bound to win, as for this old bald man, I will kill if I want to."

The ghostly Shura's pupils dimmed, and countless red threads emerged from all over the bride ghost's body. They grew crazily, woven into a net, and shot towards Ji Siwei wrapped in a dark wind.

From the looks of it, they probably wanted to tie him up.

The bald Uncle's eyes were red from suffocation, he shook his head weakly at Ji Siwei, opened his mouth with difficulty, and said a word silently:

"run."

"I'm so lonely, my lord..." The bride ghost lowered her eyes, and all the red lines in her speech were like sharp arrows, piercing through the dull air and piercing around Ji Siwei's wheelchair: "Stay here, and fall into this with me with nowhere to escape the land of evil spirits!"

The backpack placed on his lap shook violently, a gust of evil spirit wrapped in red blood mist surged out, and the restless wind calmed down instantly.

When the red thread that originally intended to tie the wheelchair into a sieve hit the blood mist, it immediately turned into a puddle of blood and dripped on the ground.

The red thread was destroyed, and the bride ghost suffered backlash, her body staggered and fell to the ground, and all the red threads were quickly retracted into her body like a tape measure that was let go.

Unrestrained, the bald Abo fell to the ground, pressed his 50.00% transparent [-] hand on the floor, and weakly crawled towards Ji Siwei's direction.

Ji Siwei unzipped the schoolbag knowingly.

The little puppet in new clothes jumped out of the schoolbag, floated in mid-air, and let out a sharp whistle.

The blood on the ground suddenly fluctuated violently, re-condensed, and turned into "arrows", which rotated half a circle on the spot, and the sharp "arrows" pointed in the direction of the bride ghost.

The color of these "arrows" is darker than before, and there is a heavy evil spirit lingering, which is extremely dangerous.

The little puppet snorted coldly, with the appearance of "return your things to you".

The bride ghost stood not far from Ji Siwei, his pupils trembled slightly, and a restrained fear appeared on his face.

Ji Siwei was a little surprised that even a ghost with the strength of the bride ghost was afraid of the puppet. It seemed that the puppet was stronger than he expected.

It's just that, every time it's not a critical moment of life and death, the little puppet won't make a move.

"Walk slowly without sending."

The bride ghost showed an awkward yet polite smile, and walked quickly towards the ancient red bed.

Before taking a few steps, the little puppet waved its short hand, and a blood arrow flew out, piercing the back of the bride ghost's heart.

The bride ghost staggered forward, knelt down on one knee, turned to look at the little puppet and Ji Siwei, with hatred in his eyes, and clenched his hands tightly, but he didn't dare to do anything wrong.

"roll."

The little puppet spit out a word coldly.

That tone was actually very similar to Ji Siwei's tone when he was unhappy.

Ji Siwei laughed lightly when he heard the words... Unexpectedly, this little guy is still very vengeful.

The bride ghost lowered its eyelids, pursed its lips, pulled out the blood arrow from its heart, spit out a mouthful of blood, covered the red hijab hanging on the phoenix crown, and continued walking towards the bed.

"Pretty girl, you need to take good care of public goods in the future, floor repairs are very expensive!"

The bald Uncle just recovered, and began to worry about the work of the ghost committee.

Seeing the bride, Ji Siwei staggered a few more steps, and seemed to be so angry that he vomited blood again.

"You didn't run when I told you to run, young man, you're a man." The bald uncle patted Ji Siwei's shoulder gratefully, looked at his 50.00% transparent hand at [-], and said in a melancholy voice, "Thank you for saving me in time." My fate, otherwise, the ring in my hand will be lost."

The bald Uncle's neck was almost constricted by the red thread, but what he cared most about was the wedding ring that was about to disappear on his hand.

"It's not suitable to stay here for long, let's go."

Ji Siwei sighed softly - after meeting this uncle, he always sighed.

"There is no place in this square suitable for staying for a long time. After finishing that, you should leave immediately."

The bald Uncle coughed twice, took off the silver chain around his neck, solemnly took off the ring, and put it back on his neck after putting it into the chain.

After the little puppet got out of the backpack, it didn't want to go back into the backpack again.

Ji Siwei understood how it felt. Children always wanted to go out for a walk after putting on new clothes.

The road behind was calm and calm, not even a single ghost.

"Hey... Could it be that there are very few evil spirits because of today's holiday? I remember that there were many..."

The bald Uncle looked at the empty corridor and let out a doubt.

"Forget it, don't pursue it, it's not better."

Bald Uncle comforted himself.

……

Continue to move forward, all the way silent.

Not long after, a black coffin appeared on the road.

After Ji Siwei stopped, the coffin began to vibrate violently, as if something was about to come out of it.

"He is still here." The bald uncle said to Ji Siwei in a very low voice: "Young boy, the milk tea I bought will come in handy, learn from it."

The bald Uncle untied the three cups of milk tea tied to the back of the wheelchair, walked lightly to the coffin, and knocked three times respectfully.

After three beeps, the coffin miraculously stopped moving.

Then, the bald uncle lined up three cups of milk tea and straws and placed them on top of the coffin.

There was a loud bang, and the coffin lid moved a crack outward.

A scarred hand with long black nails stretched out faintly, with five fingers retracted, a cup of milk tea flew into the palm, and the hand stretched back faintly.

"good."

A hoarse male voice came from inside the coffin, and the coffin lid closed in response.

The bald Uncle smiled and waved to Ji Siwei.

When they passed by, the coffin did not move.

"The owner of the black coffin is addicted to milk tea, and he is very strong. No one can force him to leave here in the place of evil ghosts. I found this when I was delivering food, so I insisted on bringing milk tea here." Bald Aunt "Oddly enough, I just noticed that he has a lot of fresh cuts on his hands, and it looks like he's badly injured," Burr said.

"Who the hell is capable of hurting him?"