"Tweet ......"

A crisp birdsong echoed overhead, followed by a dark shadow whistling from outside.

This black petite figure was as fast as lightning, so fast that the human eye could only see a long series of black shadows shooting out of the house towards the house.

This petite figure didn't know where the power came from, and directly flipped Huang Xie Wen to the ground, and Zhang Yi also took advantage of the situation to roll aside.

He opened his five fingers and raised upwards, and the bone knife inserted in the bathroom tile trembled a few times and then fell back into Zhang Yi's hand with a whistling sound.

He took the bone knife and stabbed it towards Huang Xie Wen's leg, the bone knife was extremely sharp, piercing Huang Xie Wen's leg would not hurt his life, but it could force out the parasitic ghost in his body.

At this critical moment, Huang Xie Wen seemed to have sensed, he quickly retracted his feet and retreated, the bone knife grazed his pants, and a crack appeared in his pants in an instant, revealing Bai Sensen's skin, the skin had been scratched, but it didn't seem to be deep, and there was no blood.

The petite black shadow flew around the room and landed on Zhang Yi's shoulder, which was the white-headed starling bird.

Zhang Yi stood up against the wall, he held the bone knife in one hand and covered his chest with the other, his chest kept rising and falling, and his big breath kept coming out of his mouth.

Huang Xie Wen on the ground had also climbed up, but he seemed to have suddenly changed at this moment, squatting in the corner as he had been at the beginning, curled up and holding his legs, and his body kept trembling.

The sound of water in the bathroom changed from rattling at the beginning to dripping water drop by drop, and finally there was no sound at all.

"He's gone!"

Zhang Yi gasped as he walked towards the wicker.

"Let him go!" Zhang Yi yelled at the old man, he had completely lost his previous politeness at this time.

Because he feels that it is unnecessary, does he still need respect for such a selfish and immoral person who directly looks at the lives of others like ants?

No, it's not necessary at all.

Respect is mutual.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then let go of his hand and let go of the wicker.

Wicker turned around and glared at the old man viciously, his eyes were full of anger, "A handful of old strength is not small, can't you see that he was evil just now, are you ready to kill us?" ”

The old man didn't say anything, he just silently walked over and squatted in front of Huang Xie Wen, stroking Huang Xie Wen's hair with a wrinkled hand, and a few tears flowed down his face full of ditches.

Zhang Yi sighed, although he was angry at what the old man had done, he couldn't hate it. From the old man's point of view, what is wrong with him, he just wants to protect his grandson, and everything is bigger than his grandson's life.

His grandson is his hope in this world, and without his grandson, he is like a walking corpse without his soul, what is the point of living like that.

Zhang Yi walked to the bathroom and found that Lao Dao was still lying in the bathroom at the door, his face was bloody, and he looked miserable.

He saw Zhang Yi coming over and begging in a voice that was almost out of breath, "Please help me beat Hazi 120, hit Hazi!" If I don't beat the old man again, I'll have braids in a while! ”

Zhang Yi felt that this guy made people cry and laugh, he used to look like a fairy wind and bones to kill demons, but now Yanran is a beggar who is down and begging for food on the street.

After checking it, I found that he was just some skin trauma, and there was no serious problem for his life for the time being, so I ignored him, and stepped directly over him and walked into the bathroom.

The old man behind him asked for help from the wicker and the old man at the door, and the old man remembered that there was a serious illness number here, and immediately dialed 120

Walking into the bathroom, Zhang Yi found that the bathroom was already a vast ocean.

At this moment, the faucet had stopped running water, and when Zhang Yi lightly touched the faucet with the tip of his hand, he suddenly felt the image of a large piece of hair floating in the water in his mind.

The image flashed by.

Zhang Yi looked closely at the faucet and was surprised to find that there were some strands of hair in the faucet.

He gently pinched the hair and slowly pulled it out, pulling it for more than two meters before pulling it out completely.

It is certain that this hair is definitely not from Huang Xie, the owner of this room.

"Hair in the faucet? And it's so long" Wicker came behind Zhang Yi at some point, and he looked at the long hair in his hand with a look of surprise.

"Yes, hair, the hair of that female ghost, no wonder there was water flowing out before, he came to this room through the medium of this water" Zhang Yi rolled up his hair and put it in his pocket and turned his head to look at the old man.

"Did you hear the sound of water a lot before?"

The old man kept nodding.

"Yes, every time Xie Wen is extremely frightened, there is a sound of running water, I thought he forgot to turn it off."

"From today onwards, until the matter is completely resolved, you completely cut off the water source in this room, because it is through the medium of water that the ghost came to this room, cut off the water, and completely block it"

After seeing this human-ghost fight, Zhang Yi is still standing here intact, which proves that Zhang Yi's strength can be seen.

The old man saw all this, he now completely believed Zhang Yi's words, maybe only he could save his grandson.

"I'll do it right now, I'll go right away," he said after he helped Huang Xie Wen to the bed and went downstairs.

Soon after the old man went down, three white coats carrying stretchers came running in quickly.

"Who, who's hurt?"

A middle-aged female doctor in a white lab coat with a stethoscope shouted at the wicker, her voice was loud and hoarse, and it felt like she was beating a broken gong.

Wicker pouted in the direction of the bathroom, and the doctor immediately found a man wearing a Taoist robe lying at the door of the sanitary room, with a bloody face.

"Yo! Yo yo! It's still a Taoist priest, this is for ghosts! The female doctor took off the stethoscope and put it on Lao Dao's chest, mocking Lao Dao mercilessly.

Lao Dao was in a hurry to help them now, so he didn't dare to talk back, but just smiled bitterly twice.

"Irregular heartbeat, soft tissue damage on the face, need further examination, are there any family members?"

Lao Dao shook his head helplessly.

"Is there any money?"

Lao Dao nodded vigorously and then said in a deep voice: "Yes, yes, but I put it at home and didn't bring it with me." ”

"In other words, you don't have a penny on you now, so you still have the courage to call first aid, get out of the calf, and waste your mother's time."

The female doctor was angry, and the flesh on her face shook with his angry tone. "Go, flash, it's a waste of time."

Lao Dao kept asking for help, but the doctor and his party had to go downstairs without looking back.

Zhang Yi was a little angry when he saw this, but he didn't scold these so-called angels who had lost their conscience, but beckoned to the wicker.

Wicker understood what Zhang Yi meant, and although he was a little reluctant in his heart, he silently walked to Lao Dao's side.

Zhang Yi carried it on his back, and the wicker supported the old road behind him and walked down step by step.

Lao Dao kept whispering in Zhang Yi's ear: "Good man! Good people will have good rewards, and when I look back, I will definitely repay you for my ....... ”

"Shut up!"