"Whew-"

In the billowing black mist, the Painted Skin Ghost suddenly tore off the human skin on his body, revealing his hideous true face, and then fiercely pounced on the purple figure. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It will be two meters tall and covered in long, black hair, making it impossible to see its true face. However, those cold and vicious eyes were terrifying, and the whole person was like falling into an ice cave. And the nails on its claws were also black and long, flashing with wisps of cold light, which seemed to be able to cut through the copper wall.

If it is grasped by its sharp claws, it is absolutely as fragile as tofu.

Among the hundred ghosts, the Painted Skin Ghost is known for its ferocity and viciousness, which, combined with its terrifying ability to hide in human skin, makes it a reputation that rivals the terrifying headless ghosts. If you make a ranking of evil ghosts and fierce ghosts among the hundred ghosts, the skin ghost is definitely qualified to enter the top ten......

In the face of the terrifying headless ghost, the other ghosts have retreated far away, but it still goes its own way, and it is still preying on blood and food in front of the headless ghost. Perhaps its individual combat power is not as terrifying as that of the headless ghost, but it is not as fearful of the headless ghost as other ghosts, after all, it is also a famous evil ghost and fierce ghost, and has its own dignity and confidence......

And now, someone actually snatched its bloody food almost to its mouth in front of it, and couldn't help but be furious. At this time, it didn't even look at it, it didn't even think about it, and immediately pounced on the purple figure.

Headless ghosts are not afraid, how can they be afraid of just one person?

Hum!

Just in time, swallow together.

And in the black fog in front of him, a man dressed in purple walked quickly, his face was a little pale, and he was still holding a black rope chain in his hand.

And at the end of the rope chain, it was dragging its blood to eat Zheng Wen.

"Master, help, help!"

Zheng Wen shouted in horror, he didn't know what he was swept away by, and struggled wildly. However, the black rope chain rolled around him and dragged it towards a purple figure.

Huh, it's human?

At this time, he saw clearly, and it seemed that it was a person who swept him away.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and was very grateful in his heart, if it wasn't for the sudden appearance of this person to save him, I am afraid that he would be eaten by the painter.

"Thank you, Master. ”

He hurriedly said, thinking that the other party was like Feng Qingyan, a mysterious ghost hunter. Immediately after, his face changed suddenly, because the painted skin ghost revealed his true body and pounced, "Master, hurry up, it's coming." ”

The man in purple flicked the rope chain, leaving Zheng Wen behind him, while he avoided the attack of the painter ghost at the same time.

"Whew!"

Enraged, the Paintskin Ghost pounced on him again, trying to devour the man in purple.

Although the purple-clothed man was pale, there was no fear in those cold eyes. Moreover, it was very fast, seemingly a few points faster than the Skin Ghost, and it avoided the Skin Ghost's attacks one after another.

"Master, you can put me down. ”

Zheng Wen shouted, seeing this purple-clothed ghost hunter dragging him, it seemed that it was very affected to deal with the painted skin ghost. However, the man in purple turned a deaf ear and did not let him go, and the black rope chain was still wrapped around him.

"Master, put me down. Zheng Wen shouted.

"Zheng Wen!"

At this moment, the man in purple put Zheng Wen down, and his figure suddenly swept forward, shouting at Zheng Wen.

"Huh?"

Zheng Wen couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this ghost hunter Taoist to recognize him, and hurriedly asked, "Master, do you know me?"

It's just that after he finished, he had a very strange feeling, as if something was pulling at him, but he was pressed by something. Of course, he didn't think much of it, and in this horrific environment, his attention was simply not there.

But the man in purple was stunned, and couldn't help but shout again: "Zheng Wen!"

"Huh?"

Zheng Wen was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously responded.

After the purple-clothed man finished drinking, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Zheng Wen's puzzled look, and looked at Zheng Wen with the same confusion.

"Zheng Wen!"

The man in purple shouted for the third time, and his voice became louder.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Wen was even more puzzled, he didn't know what this ghost hunter was doing, how could he call his name again and again? At the same time, he felt as if something was pulling him, and the force was greater......

No, it's not pulling on yourself, it seems to be pulling your soul.

"Zheng Wen!"

The man in purple stared at Zheng Wen coldly, and then roared out with all his might.

At this time, Zheng Wen finally felt that something was wrong, the purple-clothed man in front of him was not a ghost hunter at all, but a very strange ghost.

His feet did not step on the ground, but hung half a foot.

"You, your feet, why don't you step on the ground? You're not human, you're a ghost?!"

Zheng Wen was shocked, staring at the feet of the man in purple, and then he suddenly woke up and immediately turned around and fled.

"Zheng Wen!"

The figure of the purple-clothed man flashed, and suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Wen, shouting at him again, and his face became hideous. Moreover, it seemed that a white mist erupted from his mouth, which quickly enveloped Zheng Wen's whole person, and then turned into a mysterious rope chain.

"W-What is this?"

Zheng Wen was terrified and saw a white rope chain around his neck, as if he wanted to pull something out of his body.

Immediately afterward, he seemed to understand something.

It seems that in folklore, there is a very special kind of ghost that can seduce people's souls by calling them by name.

"Let go of me, let go of me!" Zheng Wen was terrified, and while fleeing frantically, he shouted anxiously: "Master, help, help." ”

At this time, the man in purple was stunned again, because Zheng Wen broke free from its call. Moreover, it called again and again, and the soul of this living person was not called out by it, which is simply impossible......

How so?

It couldn't figure it out, as if the other party's soul was so solid that it couldn't be called out at all. Its calling has a very mysterious power, and as long as the person being called answers its call, the soul will be called out......

And when it froze, the Paintskin attacked again, cracking a bloody mouth.

"Painted skin!"

The man in purple yelled at the painted ghost.

"Call me?" the painter was stunned for a moment, and then saw that a white chain had been put around his neck. Immediately afterward, it woke up and roared at the man in purple: "Are you a soul-detaining ghost? Since you are a soul-detaining ghost, what kind of blood and food are you fighting with me? Am I still afraid of you when I paint the skin? Hmph, this ghost is not even afraid of a headless old ghost, and will I be afraid of a little soul of you?"

"Hmph, he's the first thing this ghost fancies, what are you meddling in?"

The ghost drank coldly, and he was also a little angry, and he didn't expect to be escaped by a living person.

No way!

At this time, it didn't bother to pay attention to the skin ghost, and chased after Zheng Wen again, wanting to hook Zheng Wen's soul away...... (To be continued.) )