Counting it up, this is the third time Zhang Hao has seen a ghost.

As the saying goes, once you are born and twice cooked, but you feel more and more powerful every time.

Every time, I feel like I'm going to die in the next second, and compared to others, I can already be regarded as a benchmark in the industry.

They all use their lives to catch ghosts.

Da Da Da ...... The footsteps gradually faded into the bedroom, as if they had deliberately stopped at the bedroom door.

In the bedroom, Zhang Hao, who was holding the quilt tightly, was really panicked now.

I've closed all the windows and everything, but I still feel like a cold wind is blowing from all directions, it's the kind of cloudy wind.

Although Zhang Hao is now a yin errand, he can't stand the short time of joining the company, and he has not thoroughly implemented the difference between Yin Cao's tolerance and such a little ghost.

Zhang Hao's Adam's apple squirmed, and then opened the bedroom door.

Maybe the guy outside the door didn't expect that the person living in the door would take the initiative to open the door this time.

But he still showed a dark smile, smiled, and then immediately turned around and turned into a black shadow, turning into a black whirlwind in the room.

For fear that Zhang Hao didn't see it clearly, when he got into the painting, he stayed for a while and glanced at Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao was a little angry, this is a typical look down on himself, and it is clear that this is the Hongmen Banquet to enter by himself.

I'm a ghost, not one of those charlatans, not so brainless.

It was at this time that I remembered my identity.

In line with the work mentality that under the yin god, lonely souls and wild ghosts are all ants, the fear in Zhang Hao's heart gradually subsided, and his somewhat restless mood quickly became very stable.

The smell of perfume came from the living room.

Zhang Hao's pupils shrank, he was the main house, he had been to the living room, and he had been to the front of the painting.

The front of the painting has a strong fragrance, and it seems that it has stayed for a while, and has been to the door of the bedroom and to the kitchen.

I guess I'm looking for the remnant.

Zhang Hao turned on the light in the bedroom and looked at the paintings on the wall from afar.

The branches of the locust tree, which are windless, have heads that collide with each other as the wind swings, but no sound is made.

At the base of the locust tree, something like a mist appeared, as many as the heads hanging from the locust tree.

Those are souls.

Logically speaking, a soul body is a dead person, so just according to this number, the number of souls in this painting must definitely exceed hundreds.

With so many soul bodies, all gathered in this painting, Zhang Hao's scalp was numb just thinking about it.

This painting looks like it can be entered, but Zhang Hao will definitely not be a fool, this look is the Longtang Tiger's Den, whoever goes in is a fool.

Zhang Hao didn't look at the painting up close, just turned off the lights and went back to the bedroom.

This kind of behavior made the souls who had been squatting in the painting for a long time stunned, is there still such an operation?

Where is your curiosity, what about human curiosity?

If Zhang Hao heard it, he would definitely smile disdainfully, I'm sorry, brother is not a human, brother is a god.

But when Zhang Hao returned to the room, he accidentally knocked on the glass bottle he had placed at the door of the room, and his eyes went black, and the whole person passed out.

Seeing Zhang Hao faint like this, the black shadow stomped his feet many times in front of the door, but Zhang Hao, who was asleep, did not hear these movements.

If you want to suck yang qi or devour the soul body, you must first be scared, so that the target you want to devour will not be able to stabilize after the mental turmoil.

After a few days of shock, the target's spirit will become extremely sluggish, and then the seven orifices will open up due to the exhaustion of the body, and the yang energy will be vented.

However, at this time, the ghost will suck it, and after a few more days, when all the yang energy in the target's body has been vented, it is time to start.

But the problem now is that Zhang Hao, the fucking thing, was not scared at all.

The previous fright was indeed frightening, but it may have been Zhang Hao's nerves all along, and his turbulent mind quickly quieted down, resulting in no place to start.

In the painting, there are a lot of guys waiting to be fed, and they will be hungry and panic if they don't eat for a day, and the black shadow looked at Zhang Hao, who was lying on the bed and sleeping deeply, so angry that his teeth itched, and he pounced on it and bit it directly.

But he couldn't stand Zhang Hao's mind and hugged Yuan Shouyi, and he was stunned for a long time, but Zhang Hao didn't hurt half of his hair.

The black shadow was so angry that his teeth itched, there was no way, he had to call more guys out on the second night, and he had to take this guy down.

Tonight is destined to be a hungry night for the souls in the painting.

Early the next morning, Zhang Hao rubbed his head that had passed out from knocking on the floor last night and opened his eyes.

A yin god actually fainted because of a trip, and it was too embarrassing to say it.

Later, he found that his body was covered with pitch-black tooth marks and some scratches. But it looks like a child's watercolor pen touches, and Bin doesn't hurt his muscles and bones.

Zhang Hao studied for a long time, but he didn't come to a conclusion, so he didn't take it seriously.

After a day of wandering in the room, the second night came as scheduled.

Zhang Hao was wrapped in a quilt and sat upright.

This night is very critical, there is a kind of spirit that either Zhang Hao is dead or Zhang Hao is alive.

The bell of twelve o'clock will never be delayed, just like a girl's aunt, you don't want it to come, it comes very diligently.

In order not to startle the snake, Zhang Hao did not choose to call out the soul chain as soon as possible, but quietly waited for an opportunity.

However, the opportunity finally came.

With a faint fragrance wafting from the living room, Zhang Hao rushed out of the bedroom with lightning speed.

Sure enough.

The master stood in front of the painting at this time, and the corners of his mouth grinned hard to the position of his temples, looking very terrifying.

Zhang Hao also didn't expect that a good person would become like this, his scalp was like a conditioned reflex, and goosebumps were crazily popping up.

No way, no matter how many times you watch this, it will still be like this.

"I just like you like this kind of stunned green, you don't have the ability to come out and pretend to be garlic, anyway, don't think about running away tonight!"

The tongue of the lord is very long, and it should be for the hanged ghost,

In Zhang Hao's shocked gaze, the master's finger lightly painted.

Then the wind blew around, and the temperature in the room instantly dropped to a few points.

But Zhang Hao doesn't seem to feel anything, maybe it's because of the yin god, the yang energy in Zhang Hao's body is gradually becoming scarce, and the yin energy at this time is just right for Zhang Hao.

"Aren't you afraid?"

The master grinned, his tongue dangling in the air, accompanied by a somewhat red and swollen neck, very intimidating.

"Nonsense, of course I'm afraid, don't you see all my goosebumps coming out?"

Zhang Hao's nose is about to be crooked, and it looks like he may have to explain his situation here today.

However, what made Zhang Hao feel even more frightened was that when the fingers of the main house were flipping the animation, ghosts kept coming out of the painting, all of which filled the entire living room.

There are also some because there are too many souls, the space does not allow it, and the whole body is distorted.

Hyakki Natu!