Soon An Lifen also walked into the bathroom and closed the door smoothly.

No one spoke in the room, Song Xiaoyu just sat quietly on the sofa and combed her hair, without saying a word.

At this time, Shen Xing shrugged his nose.

When he entered the living room just now, he smelled a faint strange smell, and after An Lifen made him a cup of tea, the aroma of the tea diluted the smell.

But after Song Xiaoyu came out at this moment, the indescribable stench became stronger.

It shows that the smell does not come from the spoiled meat in the kitchen, but is very likely to come from Song Xiaoyu's body.

At this time, there was a slight noise from the direction of the bathroom, and Song Hao and his family went in one after the other just now, and they didn't know what they were doing.

The living room quickly fell silent.

Song Xiaoyu took the comb, combed her hair a little hard, and every time she combed, it seemed that she had to let the comb teeth touch the scalp.

The sound of sand, sand, and sand made by combing his teeth scraping his scalp rhythmically entered Shen Xing's ears.

If it was someone else, he would have goosebumps when he heard this voice at this moment, but Shen Xing didn't, because he had seen Song Xiaoyu's weird appearance before, and even if this woman did something more bizarre at this moment, it was within his acceptable range.

Even Shen Xing was a little expecting her to do something he couldn't understand, because maybe only then could he capture or speculate what other characteristics this woman had.

He moved his steps slightly to a position close to the living room door, so that he could leave later.

After waiting for a while, he found that Song Xiaoyu had no other actions except for sitting on the sofa and combing his hair.

As for the sound of herself opening the door, she could not have not heard.

Shen Xing observed that Song Xiaoyu's hair was lifted from time to time in the process of combing his hair, and he could see that the woman's neck was not wrinkled, as if it had recovered.

"Song Xiaoyu." He screamed tentatively.

The action of combing her hair stopped, Song Xiaoyu still didn't look back, she put down the comb, raised her right hand and pressed her forehead, and replied: "My head...... It swells and hurts! ”

Seems to have come back to sanity!

Shen Xing listened to her being able to speak, and her tone was normal, secretly thinking that it was possible that this scalp ghost could not control people all the time after being possessed, and the possessed person would sometimes be confused and sometimes sober.

Waited, waited, the silver font in my mind didn't pop up.

Although the text did not indicate the level of understanding of the characteristics, Shen Xing knew that his speculation at the moment might or may not be right.

Because for Song Xiaoyu's total characteristic quantity, the proportion of the guess just now should be very small, so small that it will not change the percentage value of the characteristic understanding too much, so even if he guesses correctly, it may not be displayed.

Thinking of this, he asked, "Your scalp ...... Still itchy or not? ”

Song Xiaoyu didn't answer, just patted his head gently, "Head, it hurts!" ”

Shen Xing's eyes widened, he could already see the other party's side face and neck clearly from this position, he took a closer look, and found that Song Xiaoyu's neck was indeed normal, there were no wrinkles, and his brows were slightly frowned, the corners of his mouth were lightly pulled, and his expression was also painful.

After patting his head a few times, Song Xiaoyu raised his head, first glanced at the shampoo placed on the coffee table, and then looked sideways at him: "You came to me just to bring me shampoo?" ”

Shen Xing didn't answer her, but continued to ask, "You said you had an itchy scalp a few days ago, are you okay?" Are there any other symptoms that followed? ”

Song Xiaoyu shook his head: "It's not itchy, it's just a headache, it seems to be ...... It seems to be ...... Hey, hey, hey......"

At this moment, a strange laugh came out of Song Xiaoyu's mouth.

Shen Xing was stunned for a moment, interrupted her and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

He remembered that when he met Song Xiaoyu in the orphanage before, although the woman had not spoken, she had let out this weird laugh several times.

Song Xiaoyu looked at him in amazement: "What did you say?" ”

"What are you laughing at, I ask?" Shen Xing repeated it again.

"Am I smiling?" Song Xiaoyu's expression was a little confused.

"Yes, you just laughed." Shen Xing nodded, "I heard it very clearly. ”

"No......" Song Xiaoyu quickly shook his head, "I didn't laugh, I was talking, I said my head hurts...... Hey, hey, hey......"

Suddenly, there was another strange laugh.

Shen Xing took a step back coldly, because he suddenly saw that at the moment of laughter, the hair on the back of Song Xiaoyu's head arched slightly.

At this time, a strange itch came from the back of his head, spreading all over his body, and he couldn't help but reach out and scratch his scalp vigorously.

At the same moment, the psychoactive antibodies under the corners of the eyes were suddenly triggered and began to fade.

Before the decision arrived, by gazing at the wood carving, the fourth layer of Shen Xing's spiritual antibody level had been completely filled, and he almost reached the level of the fifth layer.

And this Song Xiaoyu's scalp ghost has a stronger spiritual impact than the fake Hong Bin and blood pupil that Shen Xing had met before, which he had already paid attention to.

After encountering Song Xiaoyu in the orphanage last time, although the spiritual antibodies were decreasing, they were less than half of Shen Xing's total amount, and this was still when he had no defense.

So what happened at this moment, he had already estimated it, and knew that it might be the scalp ghost clone who possessed Song Xiaoyu who was about to attack.

Inside the bathroom.

When Zheng Ruijun was about to activate the electrostatic field on the skin of his arm again, Song Hao, who had a blank face, walked in.

He seemed to know that there was someone in the bathroom, and after entering, he went straight to Zheng Ruijun's direction, stretched out his hands, and grabbed Zheng Ruijun's arms.

Zheng Ruijun didn't expect these guys to be so agile in their thinking, and it was obvious that they entered the bathroom to target themselves.

He didn't know when he exposed his whereabouts, although Song Hao was abnormal, he wouldn't know that he was in the bathroom, thinking about it this way, maybe Song Xiaoyu in the bedroom gave him some hints.

Or, these two people who have the same abnormality have the same mind to some extent.

The anomalies encountered in each special case are different, but Zheng Ruijun knows very well that he simply cannot truly understand so many bizarre events in this world.

When both arms are caught, the hollow part of the nib can no longer hold down the skin, and the static field can no longer be activated to protect itself.

At the same moment, Song Hao's face quickly came up, and Zheng Ruijun suddenly felt dizzy in his head, and there was a feeling of tightness in the back of his head, like skin tightening or being stuck to a piece of chewing gum.

This feeling was very slight, but in an instant, his attention was diverted by Song Hao's approaching head, and suddenly his arms tightened, and he was fiercely clamped by the other party, unable to break free.

Zheng Ruijun hurriedly turned the tip of the fountain pen in his hand, ready to pop out the anesthetic spike.

At this moment, a person appeared at the door of the bathroom again, it was An Lifen, who pounced on Zheng Ruijun.

Song Hao relied on his height to be taller than Zheng Ruijun and completely suppressed him, An Lifen got close and threw away the long hair that had just been tied, and a burst of wrapped rotten flesh spread out and poured into Zheng Ruijun's nose.

Zheng Ruijun felt that his spiritual power trembled strongly, and this breath had a very great impact on his spirit, making his consciousness blur at this moment.