Du Yu saw this ghost rushing towards her, she didn't fight back immediately, she quietly looked at the mourning stick that was about to fall on her, and couldn't help but let out a disdainful sneer.

Maybe she saw that this ghost was a new ghost, a ghost who was eager to make a career for herself, but she didn't have much cultivation, and she didn't take him seriously.

When the mourning stick was about to land on Du Yu's head, her long hair immediately became like the tentacles of an octopus, crawling upwards along the top of the mourning stick.

The mourning stick that smashed down stopped in the air, as if it were still in the air, and despite the demon's full strength, the mourning stick remained unmoving.

But the ten thousand strands of black silk did not stop after wrapping around his mourning stick, and they crawled upwards along the mourning stick, about to engulf his arm.

The ghost was almost startled, and immediately opened his mouth and a ball of flames sprayed into the hair that was about to climb up his arm, and the hair burned instantly when it caught fire, and emitted a burnt smell.

In an instant, the hair on the mourning stick was burned clean, and he struck the mourning stick again on Du Yu's head while the iron was hot.

In the face of the burning hair, Du Yu seemed to be angry, her facial muscles, which were as white as white paper, twitched slightly, and then a huge wave rose into the air with both hands, and came towards the ghost with a fishy smell.

The ghost was almost dodged by the huge wave, flew out and fell onto the wall and slid into the water, and the black evil qi on his body was slowly volatilizing.

"When are you going to do it yet? Don't forget, it's your job to destroy her," the ghost writhed in the water, his voice a little hoarse.

This time, Zhang Yi saw half of the ghost's face through the hat, it was a hideous face that revealed a murderous face and made people shudder, but if you get rid of these, it seems that you can also call his handsome face with a little white face. This is something that Zhang Yi did not meet.

Wicker and Lao Dao couldn't take care of others at this time, they hid on the edge and even became cautious about breathing, for fear that Du Yu, a female ghost, would notice him.

Although they can't see the ghost, they can feel it, but Du Yu should be competing with a force at the moment, and she has already defeated that power, and it is very likely that they will be the next one to deal with.

Zhang Yi looked up and looked around, and found that the little bird didn't know when it had escaped without a trace, it was a spiritual bird, it must have felt that this Du Yu was not simple, not her opponent, so it slipped away in advance.

He had an agreement with the ghost cha that he had to help him, and Du Yu was a wandering ghost, an abnormal existence, he had to solve it, and only after the decision would the birthmark on his palm change further, so that he gradually understood some secrets.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi tightened the bone knife in his hand, and Du Yu also set his eyes on him, and he shouted and rushed towards Du Yu.

In an instant, the burned hair grew again, and they shot at his body like a sharp sword.

Zhang Yishou hurriedly held the bone knife and cut the hair, the bone knife was extremely sharp, and in an instant, some of the hair was cut off and fell into the water. But there was still a strand of hair that escaped the bone knife and penetrated his thigh.

He felt a piercing pain and looked down to see a strand of hair through his pants piercing through the muscles as he stepped back and then wrapped around his leg a few times.

Suddenly, a force dragged him to the ground, and then the whole person was dragged upside down by the book hair in the direction of Du Yu.

Zhang Yi was half in the water, and his head sometimes sank into the water under the drag, and sometimes surfaced, so a lot of dirty water was poured into his mouth and nose.

In the blurred water, Zhang Yi danced wildly with the bone knife, and instantly felt that his body was light, and his body was finally freed from the shackles.

He staggered to his feet, and found that his hair had been cut off by himself, and the severed strand of hair remained in his thigh, where bright red blood flowed, and the water was red.

Wicker was frightened, he looked at Zhang Yi, who was leaning against the corner of the wall and bleeding and dying, and rushed over frantically, he used his body to block Zhang Yi and shouted frantically: "Come on!" Come at me, you monster."

Wicker's voice was loud, but it seemed to be somewhat out of harmony with his trembling body like chaff.

As soon as the words fell, Du Yu's two strands of black hair came towards the wicker.

He didn't have any ability to talk to Yibo, so he could only grit his teeth and close his eyes.

"Dodge"

Just when Du Yu's hair was about to reach Wicker's body, Zhang Yi pushed him away with all his strength, and the hair did not sink into his chest on Zhang Yi's chest, but quickly wrapped around his neck.

Zhang Yi felt that his breathing was getting shorter and faster, his face was flushed, and he even saw that everything in front of him had ghosted.

Maybe he was going to die soon, lying back in the cold corpse cabinet again, but he was unwilling, he was very unwilling to die in such a mess, he was unwilling to have a lot of things to do.

"Huh"

A figure flew in outside the window, and he flew in front of Zhang Yi like a butterfly, but the speed was far faster than that of a butterfly, so fast that he could only see the afterimages of people.

Zhang Yi's neck instantly cleared, and a breath of fresh air re-entered his lungs, and he shook from side to side to finally stand firm, and only then did he see this person clearly.

This person was dressed in black, and his face was suffocatingly handsome, but bloodless and cold.

If it weren't for the cold razor in his hand and the murderous eyes, he would definitely be the kind of cold and handsome actor in Korean romance dramas.

He stood quietly in front, one hand hanging down, and in the other hand he held a razor that could be folded with a wooden handle, which was almost exactly the same as the razor in the hands of a barber in the eighties.

At this moment, shredded hair slowly floated from the air, from his razor, and fell into the water, which was surprisingly fast.

Du Yu was furious, and as soon as she raised her head, ten thousand strands of hair shot at him like a broken arrow.

"Squat"

The young man in black shouted at Zhang Yi and them, his voice was magnetic, making people sound glutinous, like the host of Midnight Radio.

Zhang Yi and the three of them instinctively squatted down, and the black-clothed young man rose into the air, and the ten thousand strands of black hair flew under him, shooting holes in the wall.

She didn't stop there when she didn't hit the young man in black, and then another bundle of hair followed the young man in black as if she had a conscious mind.

The young man in black did not panic, he did not fight back immediately, but stood on the wall with his feet and ran forward, at this moment his space seemed to be the opposite of everyone, the wall was like the ground, walking on the wall as if walking on the ground.

"Oh my God, Newton's coffin board is almost unpressable, this guy doesn't pay attention to gravity at all,"

Wicker was stunned by what he saw, and he couldn't help but cry out, he seemed to have completely forgotten that he was now in danger.

As soon as possible, the bundles of black hair swam away like snakes, but before he could catch up with the speed of the black-clothed youth, he ran on the wall, leaving behind afterimages that disappeared in an instant. When the afterimage stopped to look clearly, he had already appeared behind Du Yu.

Du Yu immediately turned around, but the black-clothed young man shot faster, and his hand holding a razor danced wildly on Du Yu's head, and in an instant, countless broken hair flew in the air.

Du Yu looked at the falling broken hair, and was furious again, she yelled angrily at the young man in black.

The roar exploded in front of everyone like a bomb, the eardrums buzzed, and the internal organs of the earthquake turned over the river and the sea.

With her screams, the water level began to rise rapidly, but the strange thing was that the room was covered by a transparent sealed container, and no matter how much water there was, the water would not flow out of the window, through the doorway, through the hole in the wall.

The water trapped everyone here, Zhang Yi looked at the water that was about to flood his face but couldn't do anything, fortunately he knew how to water, but if the water rose to the ceiling, it would be dangerous.

Everyone set their eyes on the young man in black, although they didn't know his details, but it seemed that he was the one who could save them.