Seeing this, Zhang Yi felt a chill in his neck, as if the sharp boning knife had slashed his neck.

Blood was flowing, soaking the clothes of the old woman and the old man, soaking the bedding and sheets, soaking the white floor.

In the field of vision, there was a blood-red color.

After a long time, the old woman jumped out of bed as if she had woken up from a nightmare, and the boning knife in her hand slipped and fell to the red floor.

She slowly got up and walked out of the room, out of the living room, and finally came to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, looking at the blood-stained face in the mirror, and a strange smile appeared on her face in an instant.

Then she turned around and pulled out a nylon rope from behind the bathroom door and threw one end into the air, one end of the nylon rope flew over the iron rod hanging the waterproof curtain and fell from the other side.

The old woman stood on the toilet and tied a dead knot in the rope, but instead of putting her head in it, she stared blankly.

Suddenly, a pair of white hands appeared above the noose, and these hands, which were as fast as lightning, grabbed the woman's hair and lifted it up, and put the old man's whole head in the noose.

The old woman hung her feet off the ground in the air in an instant, her face hideous, her limbs twisting and twisting with constant struggle.

But it was all in vain, and in a moment the old woman's body stopped moving, except for her feet gently bobbing back and forth in the air, and the pair of eyeballs that almost burst out of her eyes, and the long, tongue that stretched out her mouth and hung in the air.

This sudden pale hand made Zhang Yi feel a chill, and he tightened the bone knife in his hand and took a few steps towards the bathroom mirror.

As he got closer to the mirror, his heart was beating faster and faster, and he had a bad feeling that something big was about to happen.

"Phew"

There was a loud bang, and the lenses shot out in all directions. The mirror cracked open two large slits and two black holes appeared, and a pair of miserable white hands stretched out from these two black holes.

Then there was a loud bang, and a large hole appeared above the two hands, and a looming head slowly emerged from the black hole.

The skull was obscured by long black hair, and it was hard to see the face, but the gurgling sound from the skull's mouth could be clearly heard, like a broken bone.

Slowly, the neck and body in the white robe were all squeezed out of the mirror.

Looking at the unknown object in front of him that crawled out of the mirror with a white-clothed face covered by long black hair, Zhang Yi certainly knew what it was, he instinctively clenched the bone knife and jumped and stabbed at the white-clothed ghost.

However, just as she was about to touch the white-clothed ghost, she waved her hand and threw Zhang Yi into the air.

Zhang Yi's body smashed on the wall like a sandbag and then fell to the ground, and in an instant he felt that his internal organs were rolling and hurting, his mouth was speechless, and his ears were roaring.

The flashlight was also thrown out of the way and went out silently.

The surroundings were instantly pitch black, and the five fingers could not be seen, and a terrifying sense of oppression swept through the whole body.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck, followed by thunder, and the sound of rain followed.

One after another, lightning flashed in the room, like a camera's flash shining in a dark space.

Zhang Yi lay on the ground unable to move, and then in the dazzling light of lightning, he saw a white ghost slowly floating towards him.

"You're finally here, but you're late, you're late."

The white-clothed ghost spoke, her voice shrill and resentful, a bit like that of a woman in her twenties.

"Chirp...... Tweeted...... Chirp"

A dark shadow streaked across the room, leaving a string of crisp chirps.

The white-clothed ghost floating in the air raised its head, and its long hair slowly slid down to the sides, revealing a face that loomed like white paper.

She looked up and left and right, as if looking for it, as if waiting.

Suddenly, the bone knife in Zhang Yi's hand was trembling, and a layer of yellow light was lingering on it.

At the same time, the pain in his body disappeared instantly, and a wave of heat surged through his body.

With a jump, Zhang Yi jumped out like an ape on an old tree in the mountains, and the bone knife with the haunting yellow light was inserted into the body of the white-clothed ghost who was looking around.

"Ahh

A deafening scream mixed with thunder shook the house as if it was about to collapse, and Zhang Yi's ears also made a buzzing sound.

Under the flickering light of lightning, the white-clothed ghost had a hideous face, and her two eyes with no black eyeballs but only the whites of her eyes seemed to be protruding, and her big black mouth revealed long red tongues.

The power of the bone knife seemed to be strong, and after inserting it into her body, she didn't seem to have any strength to refute, only screaming with grief and anger.

With a scream, the bone knife generated an electric current as thin as spider's silk that swamed through her body, making a crackling sound.

Slowly, small cracks began to appear in her body from her face, and the cracks became bigger and bigger, like the mirror in the bathroom, and it felt like it was about to burst.

Zhang Yi clenched the bone knife tightly with both hands and inserted it into the white ghost's struggling and trembling body. Together, they float in the air, with the constant sparkle of lightning, splitting their every move into frames of stop-motion animation.

Suddenly, a black shadow flew in from the window and directly hit the bone knife inserted in the ghost's body, and the knife instantly popped out of the ghost's body.

This power was very great, and under this powerful inertia, Zhang Yi fell heavily to the ground, and the white-clothed ghost also fell in the dark corner.

She changed her screams of despair to a maniacal laugh, with a triumphant joy and a wanton mockery.

After separating Zhang Yi and the white-clothed ghost, the black shadow spun in the air and flew towards the window, and by the light of lightning, he could see that it was a black wooden stick about fifty centimeters long engraved with many runes.

The black stick lingered by the window, dangling in the air, when a hand reached out in the darkness to catch it.

The man was dressed in a black robe and wore a hat on his head, which was large enough to cover his entire face.

"You're finally here."

The man in black spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if it had come out of the ground.

"Since we're here, we'll do our part."

After the man in black finished speaking, he raised his arm, and a thick black chain flew out of his wide sleeve and headed out towards the ghost in white.

The white-clothed ghost on the ground did not dodge in the flickering lightning, but continued to laugh, letting the iron chain bind her firmly.

"On the road...... up"

The man in black led the other end of the chain like a cow, and the ghost in white followed behind with a wild smile.

Suddenly, a rectangular door frame with yellow light appeared out of thin air at the original window in front of him, and the inside of the door was black, but from time to time various lights shone and extinguished in the darkness.

The man in black led the white-clothed ghost who laughed wildly into the door frame, and the door frame disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Yi didn't stop it, he didn't even know what this person meant, but he understood that with his current strength, he knew very well that he was not the opponent of the man in black, and the image and behavior of the man in black reminded him of a profession of yin - ghost cha.

The lightning was still flickering, and suddenly a figure wriggled on the ground in the flickering light.