Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

Moonlight shines in from the outside, and the shadows of the carved windows are cast on the simple wooden floor, like distorted ghosts.

The sloping roof of this wooden stilt building is very steep, and the moonlight does not reach the beams.

Because of his night vision ability, Bai Ze could clearly see the ghost hiding on the beam.

It uses all fours and stands on the beam like a toad.

Wearing a tattered red robe, with his head bowed, his messy long hair fluttered wildly in the wind, and the fallen strands of hair flew everywhere like black dandelions.

The exposed palms and soles are very sharp, with scorched skin clinging to the bones, with black and long nails, not like human hands, but like animal claws.

With a big mouth full of fangs, stinky saliva overflowed from between the teeth, and blood-red eyes stared greedily at Bai Ze.

It's like looking at a plate of delicious food at your fingertips.

After Bai Ze opened his eyes, he raised his scorched hands, bared his fangs viciously, stretched his neck suddenly, and made a sharp sound similar to the cry of an owl.

Bai Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, propped himself up on the bed and sat up.

"Damn human! Aren't you scared?!"

After the ghost was ignored by Bai Ze, it flew into a rage and made a hoarse and angry voice.

Bai Ze raised his eyes, his dark pupils were like a calm deep sea without any fluctuations.

The ghost was stabbed by his eyes, and it became even more enraged, and a majestic ghostly aura erupted from its body.

It opened its big scarlet mouth, screamed, waved its long black nails, and swooped down suddenly.

The broken red clothes fluttered in the wind, and the hatred in the blood-red eyes was even worse.

"Arrogant human being, I'm going to tear you apart—oh!!"

A black shadow flashed, and the boy in black who had been sitting on the bed just now had disappeared.

A warm hand pinched the throat of the ghost in mid-air.

Before the ghost saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of him, it was slammed against the wall.

The ghost is obviously incorporeal, but it seems that the hand has pinched its life gate, its limbs lose strength and cannot break free from the shackles.

A gleaming red talisman emerged from the palm, tightly wrapped around the ghost's scorched neck, and quickly tightened.

"Ah, the wailing sound of the exhausted village.

The ghost only felt that the three souls and seven souls were crushed by a terrifying force, so oppressed that it couldn't lift its head, and the severe pain spread to all limbs and bones.

Bai Ze slightly lifted the ghost in his hand, his cold eyes lightly swept over its ferocious face.

The yin energy on the ghost's body gradually weakened, and the wailing sound gradually became smaller. The blood-red eyes trembled slightly, and the look full of fear did not have the original ferocity and arrogance at all.

It trembled all over, kept making shrill and weak breath sounds, lowered its eyes, not daring to meet Bai Ze's gaze.

"Your hair loss seems a little serious."

"And, it's noisy."

Bai Ze tilted his head, and slowly tightened his five fingers.

The incantation on the spell suddenly lit up, and immediately swallowed up the Yin Qi on the ghost.

The body of the ghost and the hair fluttering in the air disappeared completely.

"It's so cold..."

The other person on the bed was completely unaffected by the sudden situation. With a grunt, he rolled over under the quilt, revealing only a handful of hair.

A thin figure quietly crawled out from under the bed, and hid silently beside the bed, stretched out a thin and slender arm, grabbed the handful of hair with weirdly slender fingers, and pulled it violently.

The person under the quilt groaned, poked his head out from under the quilt, and looked towards the bed.

Facing a pair of ghostly eyes with only black pupils.

After seeing the appearance of the person on the bed, the gloom and pride in the ghost's eyes faded away, and it suddenly retracted its slender arms and screamed.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The voice was hoarse and harsh, like the squeaking of a malfunctioning radio.

A whip exuding silver light was thrown out of the bedding without warning, wrapping around the imp's slender neck like a poisonous snake.

The little ghost let out a shriek, and used hands like dry branches to break off the whip around its neck.

An obese body lifted the quilt at a speed that did not conform to gravity and sat up, a "gentle" smile appeared on his unshaven face, his rough unlined eyebrows were raised high, and his cheeks were piled up like two pieces of red plaster. crowded together.

Little Sweetheart pulled the hand holding the whip casually, and the little ghost was thrown to the floor.

The little ghost's body was thin and haggard, with scrawny limbs, and a huge round head with sparse hair and ugly scars.

The rough, dry skin hung loosely on his face, like a little old man.

"You are the ghost, okay? Can you be a little self-aware? Can it be better?"

"As a ghost, you can still be frightened by people. Are you ashamed?"

"Are you ashamed?"

He bent down, opened and closed his mouth painted with scarlet lipstick, sincerely teaching the trembling little ghost a lesson.

"Because... you're so ugly... woah..."

The little ghost was crying with its big toothless mouth open, its mouth was scarlet, and its huge eyes were filled with blood-red tears, which were falling down patter.

"You little bastard, you have the nerve to despise me for being so ugly?"

Little Sweetheart put her chubby face in front of the little ghost and asked in disbelief.

"You are ugly..."

The little ghost said aggrievedly.

Bai Ze was thinking about the shrill scream just now, and knowing that Sweetheart can withstand this weird situation, he didn't delay any longer, and said in a low voice, "I'll go out and see the situation."

With a light wave of his slender fingers, the door swung open.

The moonlight poured in wantonly like breaking through the gate.

A pale and terrifying face suddenly hangs from outside the door, with thick long hair hanging down in a mess.

The clothes on it were soaked with pus and blood, and the original color could not be seen for a long time. There were no pupils in the eyes, but it gave people an uncomfortable feeling of being stared at.

This ghost has no problem with extravagant talk, it waved its two giant palms and threw itself at Bai Ze ferociously.

A strong Yin Qi rushed over.

Bai Ze didn't take a second look at it, he held his right hand out of nowhere, and a sharp sword appeared out of nowhere.

A cold light flashed past, and the ghost with a vicious and distorted face was beheaded with a single sword.

There was a terrified scream, and the body of the ghost fell heavily to the ground. Blood spurted out from the port, and soon it merged into a pool of blood.

The smell of blood in the air was very strong.

After the blood-stained head rolled twice on the ground, it shot towards Bai Ze's face like an arrow from the string.

The corner of the mouth was split to the back of the head, with a mouthful of sharp and long fangs shining like a mousetrap.

The end of his thick and colorful eyes raised slightly, Bai Ze turned around and jumped, kicking that head away neatly.

The headless body struggled to get up in a pool of blood, but was stepped on by a foot.

Bai Ze hooked his fingertips, and a thin yellow talisman emerged from his palm like a sharp dagger, catching up with the kicked head and passing through.

The ghost's head and body exploded with a bang, turning into wisps of black yin energy, rushing into the blade of the Thunderbolt.

The blood stains on the ground also disappeared.

"patta-patta-"

Suddenly, there were several violent movements under the floor, as if something was constantly hitting the ground.

There is an overhead floor under the floor, and it is possible that something is hidden.

Bai Ze lowered his eyes slightly, looking down through the cracks in the wooden boards.

This time there were no strange eyes.

He saw densely packed earthen jars.

Each one was the size of a washbasin, dark brown, and some had broken lids, while others were sealed, looking a bit like wine jars.

In Bai Ze's eyes, the Yin Qi below was almost condensed into a solid body, lingering like a thick fog, extremely powerful.

A pair of skinless, pale hand bones protruded straight out of the broken jar, and the hook-like fingers squeezed into the cracks of the wooden boards from below, trying to break them apart.

"Crack!"

The strength of those ghost hands was very strong, and the not-so-hard wooden plank suddenly shattered without breaking it twice.

Bone-like hands pushed aside the broken board, and a skull with half of its head cut off protruded from the opening, planning to climb up.

With a random wave of his slender fingertips, a yellow talisman as sharp as a blade appeared out of thin air, nailing away the skull's eyebrows.

Strands of red light quickly wrapped around the skeleton's body.

"Crack-"

The skeleton instantly disintegrated and turned into fly ash.

"Why are there so many ghosts? Didn't we enter the haunted house?"

Sweetheart Baby, who finished dealing with the little ghost, walked behind Bai Ze and said doubtfully.

"Look below."

Bai Ze pointed at the hole in the floor with the tip of his sword, and said in a gentle voice.

Little Sweetheart looked down from the tip of the sword, and suddenly felt his scalp numb, and the hairs all over his body were about to explode.

"My God...this dense pile of things...couldn't be an urn??!"

Bai Ze nodded, before he had time to explain, he walked out extremely fast.

There is a long corridor outside this house, four rooms are lined up, and the yard is the yard when you go down the wooden steps.

The three girls in the team all slept in the room next door.

When Bai Ze stepped out of the room, a female ghost in a white robe just broke through the door.

The long hair covered his face, the shabby clothes were stained with blood, and Chen Si's hair was dragged by rotten hands, dragging towards the corridor.

"Let me go—let me go—"

"Help—help—"

Chen Si's face was full of panic, moist tears kept falling from his wide-open beautiful eyes, and his delicate face was slightly distorted due to excessive fear.

She desperately tried to break the female ghost's hand that was pulling her hair with both hands, but the ghost's hand was as hard and cold as steel, no matter how hard she struggled, it did not loosen a bit.

The strange thing is that there was so much movement that no one came out from other rooms.

I don't know if something happened, or if I didn't hear it.

Bai Ze didn't care about other things, so he leapt forward, holding on to the sharp sword, and slashed at the female ghost's neck expressionlessly.

"Such a broken sword...who are you scaring?"

The sound was like long fingernails scraping on the blackboard, very sharp.

The female ghost yanked fiercely, threw Chen Si behind her, showed her palm full of carrion and maggots, grinned arrogantly, and grabbed Bai Ze.

"call out--"

The "broken sword" pierced fiercely through the waist and abdomen sent by the female ghost herself.

This time, the blade absorbed enough Yin Qi and transformed it into its own energy. Before the female ghost howled, it turned into a few wisps of green smoke and disappeared.

Bai Ze put away his sword, walked up to Chen Si who was overly frightened, stretched out his slender white palm in a gentlemanly manner, and said in a gentle voice, "Are you okay?"

This is the second copy of her entry, she is not experienced enough, she was not fainted by fright, and her psychological quality is considered very good.

Chen Si raised his hand tremblingly, just about to take Bai Ze's hand.

"let me!"

Standing behind Bai Ze, the little sweetheart, with the mission of being a woman's friend, excitedly squeezed Bai Ze away, and held Chen Si's soft and delicate palm.

"Are you okay? Are you all right?"

The voice is as gentle as water, clear and pleasant.

Chen Si raised his eyes, and met Sweetheart's "like flowers and jade" face.

Rolling his eyes, he completely fainted.