This time, that cold hand appeared on the soles of Yan Ning's feet, stroking the soles of Yan Ning's feet, and Yan Ning suddenly had a chilling scene in his mind: on the bed in the hotel, a child covered in blood, lying at the foot of the bed, his eyes were like copper bells, smiling and teasing the soles of the people on the bed......

What's even more terrifying is that Yan Ning really can't help it and wants to laugh!

"Poofha!"

After holding his breath for half a minute, Yan Ning couldn't help it, and kicked it out, and laughed.

"Damn, what's the situation?!"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Meow Dabao and Zhuang Xiaoya were suddenly awakened, and they immediately reacted to the attack of the imp tonight, but the room was pitch black, only Yan Ning's unrestrained laughter, and one person and one cat suddenly couldn't figure out the situation.

Yan Ning clearly felt that he had kicked a cold body just now, and knew that it must be that little ghost, so he hurriedly held back his laughter and shouted to Meow Dabao: "Dabao, the little ghost is here!

Meow Dabao slept near the switch, and hurriedly jumped for life, turned on the light, Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya sat up and looked at it, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

I saw that in the corner of the wall in front of the window, there was a little ghost sitting there, the little ghost was blue, but his face was black, his eyes were the size of copper bells, but they were glowing with a terrible red light, his height was only one meter, but his head was twice as big as a normal person, and what was even more terrifying was that his neck was as thin as a needle, and from a distance, the body and head of this little ghost seemed to be connected by a long needle!

Meow Dabao gasped: "Damn, it's a needle-throated ghost!"

Yan Ning was stunned: "What is it?"

"The needle-throated demon is a kind of ghost in the legendary Hundred Ghost Records, it is said that this kind of ghost is pierced through the throat with a needle, and then thrown into the grave, starved to death, after death, the resentment is very heavy, the resentment will be attached to the needle, and the evil person can use this needle to refine into a little ghost...... This kind of evil art, even the Immortal Sect doesn't use it often!"

Yan Ning noticed that Meow Dabao used the word "not often", which meant that the Immortal Sect had indeed done this, and the hatred of the Immortal Sect in his heart was even higher at the moment, and he couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the angry little ghost.

But just as he sighed, the little ghost screamed miserably, suddenly burst out, and rushed towards Zhuang Xiaoya.

Maybe it felt that only Zhuang Xiaoya, the woman present, was the weakest, so it was the first to find Zhuang Xiaoya, Yan Ning was about to stop it, but found that Zhuang Xiaoya had already taken a step ahead of her, only to hear Zhuang Xiaoya silently chant the spell in her mouth, stretched out her hand, and just put it on the huge head of the little ghost, and black gas came out from behind Zhuang Xiaoya, forming ghost hands and tearing the little ghost.

The little ghost let out a low groan of pain, and in the face of Zhuang Xiaoya's ghost control technique, he was still struggling to persevere.

It was the first time Yan Ning had seen Zhuang Xiaoya use the ghost control technique in front of him, so he was surprised to open his eyes widely, and Meow Dabao had seen it before, and his reaction was not intense.

The little ghost's Taoism is not deep, how can it resist Zhuang Xiaoya's ghost control technique? Its mouth snorted and chirped, and it was about to be unable to resist it.

At this moment, the mutation protruded, and I saw that the huge head of the little ghost suddenly exploded, and a stream of green gas visible to the naked eye suddenly rushed out of the sky, and suddenly filled the room, Meow Dabao's face changed, and he hurriedly jumped out of the window and shouted: "This is the dung gas that the little ghost swallowed before his death, it is not poisonous, but it ...... It stinks!"

As soon as Zhuang Xiaoya smelled the stench, she couldn't hold it anymore, and rushed into the bathroom with a vomiting **, and soon there was a splashing sound, and it was estimated that Zhuang Xiaoya had turned on the sprinkler head to take a bath.

Yan Ning's face changed, the temperature was extremely hot, Yan Ning was so stinky that he could barely open his eyes, and the little ghost was still standing in the stinky and laughing, like a child saw something interesting.

"Damn, I can't bear it!" Yan Ning let out a low roar, picked up the dark break placed at the head of the bed behind him, grabbed the little ghost in one hand, recited the spell silently, and in the blink of an eye, one person and one ghost disappeared into the hotel room.

Inside the Dark Breaking Knife, in front of the cliff, Yan Ning pulled the little ghost and landed on the cliff with the stench all over his body.

"Damn, who the fuck is farting? It stinks! Ah San, you're not you?"

"You're fucking farting, do ghosts fart?"

"yes, I haven't farted in a thousand years...... Hey, the third master is in!"

The resentful spirits who were originally cultivating in the forest were woken up one after another, and everyone knew that Yan Ning had come in, and they all thought that he had sent warmth to everyone again, so they gathered towards the cliff one after another, but they didn't expect that it was not a treasure that greeted them, but a stench that rushed to the sky.

Yan Ning threw the little ghost out, squatted on the ground and retched twice, shouting: "Where is Jin Yang? Where is the old ghost Jin Yang? Rub it, Lao Tzu is going to stink to death!"

The ghosts covered their noses and said, "He's in retreat, and he's at a critical moment recently, so don't wake him up?"

"Then you hurry up and come out to help me take care of this little ghost, and wait until the poisonous gas dissipates before I come in!" Yan Ning finished speaking, and jumped off the cliff directly, and with a flash of golden light, he returned to the real world.

The ghosts looked at the needle-throated imp in front of the cliff, as well as the green poisonous gas that permeated his body, and couldn't help but show a wry smile, fortunately, compared with the resentful spirits in the Broken Knife, this little ghost was simply a big witch, so it didn't take much effort for the little ghost to be subdued by everyone.

After Yan Ning returned to reality, the poisonous gas in the room had not yet dissipated, Meow Dabao fled directly, and Zhuang Xiaoya was still in the bathroom, Yan Ning held his breath and knocked the bathroom door: "Xiaoya, open the door quickly, I'm going to stink to death......"

"No, I'm not allowed to come in!" Zhuang Xiaoya locked the door mercilessly.

Yan Ning felt a burst of despair, so he gritted his teeth ruthlessly, opened the door of the room, and rushed out.

There were still many guests walking around in the corridor of the hotel, and suddenly they bumped into Yan Ning rushing out of the room with a stench, all of them showing disgusted expressions.

The most important thing is that Yan Ning doesn't like to wear clothes when he sleeps, and at this time he is only wearing a pair of big pants and is standing outside the door.

Facing the sympathetic eyes of everyone, Yan Ning wanted to commit suicide on the spot, embarrassed, he covered his face and rushed to the elevator entrance, finally waited for the elevator, and hurriedly went downstairs and kicked open Cao Lu's door, and rushed into the bathroom non-stop.

Cao Lu Hao Jian, who was scared awake, thought that Kang Rongbin had sent someone over again, but it turned out that it was Yan Ning, and he couldn't help asking: "Boss, what's the matter...... Damn, what does this smell like!"

Yan Ning applied all the shower gel to his body in one go, but he still couldn't wash away the smell, and couldn't help but be angry: "Lao Tzu just blew up the septic tank!"

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