Every time the demon pestle poked the headless ghost, the ghost shrank by one point, and in the end, the tower-like headless ghost had been made to the size of a baby by the demon pestle, and it was funny to see the headless ghost jumping there like a drill gopher. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This time, the Demon Pestle rose again, and I bet that as soon as it fell, the headless ghost would evaporate with a bang.

Although the headless ghost had no head, it was obvious that he was not stupid, and as soon as he turned around, he ran into the pavilion as if he were running away, and I saw that the pavilion was actually a well made of stones.

The purple-clothed woman's eyes suddenly froze, and she pinched a strange fighting trick, and the demon pestle in mid-air chased down the headless ghost like a bolt of lightning.

Worst!

It was too late for me to stop it, not that I couldn't bear to kill the headless ghost out of compassion, but that the well gave me a rather strange feeling, and I couldn't say exactly where, but my intuition told me that the well was anything but simple.

"Bang!"

A cloud of green smoke rose up, and the headless ghost was poked to ashes by the falling demon pestle, which smashed deep into the blue stone of the well, splashing sparks.

The woman in purple walked over, bent down and put away the demon pestle, patted her white and tender little hands, and said to herself, "It's done." ”

"Woo woo woo ......" When the woman in purple turned around and walked towards Qing'er, a cry of grievance came from the well.

Someone in the well?

This sudden cry scared me and gave me goosebumps, after all, this kind of woman's cry is still quite oozing on this big night.

"Who?" The woman in purple turned around sharply and asked.

"My name is Jiang Yue, I am a student here, I accidentally fell down two days ago, can you help me out?" A girl's weak cry for help sounded heartbreaking from the well.

"Is there someone named Jiang Yue here?" The woman in purple was not busy saving people, but walked quickly to Qing'er's side and asked in a low voice.

"This ...... I can't say it, the academy is so big and there are too many people. Qing'er frowned slightly.

"Oh." The woman in purple thoughtfully brushed the green silk in her ears, walked to a position about two meters away from the well, and asked vigilantly, "Which department and class are you from?" You can give me a random phone number from your classmate, and I can call someone to rescue you. ”

"I'm a clinical department......" The sound in the well became quieter and quieter, as small as a mosquito's call, inaudible.

"Hey, classmate, are you still there?" The woman in purple asked.

"I—I'm ......so stuffy in my chest," came the girl's faint voice from the well.

"Sister Dongxue, let's save her!" Qing'er was almost recovered at this time, and ran over to say.

"Let's be careful, maybe there's an evil inside." The woman in purple stroked Qing'er's hair.

"But what if she's really a student at our academy?" Qing'er said worriedly.

"Alas, I really can't help you, okay, then I'll try her, if it's really human, the old sister will save her." The woman in purple sighed with pity in her eyes, took out an evil talisman from her arms, recited two incantations, and threw it in.

"What is this, blind to my eyes." A second later, the girl's puzzled voice came from the well, still very weak.

"Sister, can you save her?" Qing'er looked at the woman in purple with blank eyes.

"She's really not a ghost, but ......" Before the woman in purple finished speaking, Qing'er ran towards the well.