At the same time as he noticed that the little ghost pounced, the feeling of uneasiness that suddenly rose in Zhang Wei's heart had risen to the strongest level.

Under the red candlelight, the fingertips of the imp shone with a black demonic luster.

There is no need to doubt it at all, the remaining six finger bones must have been the same vicious as the owner of the paper shop, or even more vicious, and then carried on the fingertips of the little ghost.

If he takes a hit, even if he can bear it with his physique, it is really a huge suspense.

However, even if he clearly understood this, what could he do, this petite little ghost not only far surpassed the two paper figures at the door in terms of speed.

Even the two ghosts in the murderous mansion are not as fast as the little ghosts in front of them.

Under the sudden sneak attack, Zhang Wei didn't have time to dodge at all, and in this case, Zhang Wei gave up any idea of dodging.

His right hand tightened the large blade in his hand, intending to blow it back.

It's nothing more than hurting each other again, and Lao Tzu has been used to this since the day he debuted......

But just when Zhang Wei was about to take out the knife, a figure wrapped in a yellow military coat resolutely blocked in front of him, and this was Xiao Yan beside him, who reacted faster.

She firmly blocked in front of Zhang Wei, and the Czech style in her hand was smashed out by her.

Because the high-powered bullet of 7.92 mm caliber in the Czech style has no point in firing in the face of the imp who has already pounced in front of him.

Faced with such a scene, Zhang Wei was almost scared.

He knew very well that Xiao Yan definitely didn't have such a strong recovery ability as himself, and if he was hit by a little ghost, he would only be able to die.

But if it is replaced by Xiao Yan, it will soon be dead.

In a panic, he burst out with an unprecedented speed of the knife, picked up his arm and slashed at the imp, but he also knew that this time it was too late.

As expected, the little ghost's fingertips stabbed Xiao Yan's chest first.

The only fortunate thing was that the talisman that was very close to there was spontaneously activated, and the burning talisman paper did not cause any damage to Xiao Yan.

But the damage to the imp is quite huge.

The little ghost screamed violently, and even the rich ghost aura on his body shook quite violently.

It is precisely this kind of injury that makes the little ghost have no way to continue to shine into a bigger injury when he just stabs Xiao Yan, otherwise, according to normal development, I am afraid that even Xiao Yan's heart will be pulled out.

After a short stalemate, Zhang Wei's big knife finally struck the little ghost.

Compared to the amulet that was activated spontaneously, the power of this knife was the same as fatal damage to the imp.

Then, it was the brick with the talisman smashed by Zhang Wei's left hand that completely smashed the little ghost far away, and the two consecutive fatal injuries directly made the little ghost dissipate.

After all, it is not an easy thing to raise a ghost, and it takes a long time to use various methods to make it strong.

If he is lucky enough, maybe in a few years, this little ghost can grow into a powerful existence like the ghost king, but at least in just a few months, he is far from being able to compare to the two powerful ghosts in the murderous mansion......

At the moment when the little ghost was smashed by a brick, Xiao Yan fell down with his head up.

Fortunately, Zhang Wei behind him reacted in time, and after hugging her, he didn't let her fall heavily on the ground.

Ignoring the little ghost that was gradually dissipating, Zhang Wei looked at Xiao Yan by the red candlelight, and saw that Xiao Yan's chest position, the two full capitals, each had six small scars.

Not to mention, there are three on top of each one, and it's still amazingly symmetrical.

But don't underestimate these six small wounds, Zhang Wei clearly saw that at the location of the wounds, the blood that flowed out was already fishy black.

Even Xiao Yan's lips with red and glamorous lip gloss were rapidly gray and blue.

In such a short period of time, such a serious injury has already been caused, and the degree of yin poison on those six phalanges can naturally be imagined.

Looking at Xiao Yan, who closed his eyes and his condition deteriorated rapidly, Zhang Wei panicked.

He knew that he had to do something, otherwise this goddess teaching director of the Baoqing City Divine Net Academy might die in a matter of minutes.

The problem is that he Zhang Dixian will not be able to treat this area!

In the unspeakable panic, Zhang Wei could only decide to get out of the way and adopt the treatment method that has appeared for a long time in the majority of film and television dramas: quickly use his mouth to suck out the toxins from Xiao Yan's wound.

This approach is not so high-end, but at least there are thousands of heroes and heroines, and that's how they come to life.

After that, maybe Xiao Yan could still rely on the physique of a cultivator and finally survived.

There was no time to hesitate too much, it was definitely to better clean up the wound, Zhang Wei pulled down Xiao Yan's collar with one hand, and then leaned over with one mouth.

In this moment, the heart of the seventeen-year-old shone with a noble conviction that the great brilliance of humanity shone brilliantly:

You must suck it well, suck it carefully, but you have to suck out all the toxins cleanly.

Just when Zhang Wei kept sucking out the toxins and then spit them out, a curved lady's motorcycle was driving Baoqing Avenue in the dark night.

When leaving, he was in such a hurry that the driver didn't even put on his helmet for a while.

Therefore, in the howling north wind, the face that was revealed under the short flying hair was resolutely the owner of the filial piety paper shop.

Zhang Wei's expectation was right, the moment the two ghosts who were deliberately placed in the murderous house were killed, the owner of the paper shop who had a little connection with them had already noticed it.

He didn't hesitate at all, and decisively began to flee.

As for why he didn't take the small coffin, it was mainly because it would affect his escape speed, and the corpse oil had already been smeared on the bottom of the coffin, and there was no possibility of fishing it out.

After planning for a long time, the suitable imp that I finally found gave up, although it was a pity.

But if it hadn't been for this cautious attitude, he would have died twenty years ago.

At this time, he drove another kilometer on Baoqing Avenue to turn into an evasive path, and about twenty kilometers along the path was a mountainous area, where he had prepared a temporary stronghold.

There was food, money, and charcoal for heating in the base, and as long as he rested there for half a day, he would be able to recover his exerted strength.

He would then follow a planned route over the mountainous area and eventually reach the border of the western province of Guangdong next door.

As long as he finds a way to stay incognito for a period of time in western Guangdong Province, in this environment of weather and aura recovery, there will always be a day for him to emerge.

Relying on this obsession, he was able to insist on fleeing in such hellish weather.

It's a pity that at this time, the little ghost in the paper shop completely died out, and the owner of the paper shop, who had been practicing with his blood for several months, was immediately hit hard.

For a moment, he could no longer hold on to the handlebars.

The women's motorcycle, which was driving in the snow, immediately tilted and fell to the ground, sliding out of the road with the people, and the temple of his head struck at the sharp angle of a large rock on the side of the road.

The owner of the paper shop who was hit so violently was immediately knocked unconscious on the spot.