Click...... Thundered...... Thundered......

Outside, under the *****, lightning constantly illuminates the whole land.

Zhao Yang could see more clearly between the lightning going back and forth, especially the eyes of the woman on the hanging coffin, which were red and shining, and she kept staring at Zhao Yang alone, without blinking.

This is such a person suddenly appeared in the gloomy pavilion, and even the first thought in the heart of the atheistic Zhao Yang was 'ghost'!

Jin Wuming was also so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, but he, the warlord handsome, was not in vain, and his courage was naturally a little bit, while being frightened, Jin Wuming directly took out the box gun on his waist, shot at the female ghost on the coffin and crackled, and at the same time ordered his brothers to shoot at him together.

Anyway, for warlords like Jin Wuming, the gun in his hand is ability, no matter what he sees, just shoot it.

Bang bang bang...... Bang bang bang...... Bang bang bang......

For a while, dozens of guns shot indiscriminately at the female ghost on the hanging coffin in the northwest corner, and Jin Wuming's subordinates were also afraid, so they shot and pulled the speed of Triso, completely to give themselves courage.

The muzzle of the gun was blazing, and the bullets erupted like a rainstorm of pear blossoms on the black coffin.

But because the coffin hung very tightly on the beams of the room, and the nearest distance was not as wide as a finger's slit, the female ghost dodged all the bullets by fluttering back and forth on the top of the coffin.

Although a few bullets were fired on the female ghost's white clothes, all of them penetrated directly, which made it even more obvious that this female ghost had no body, only a head!

"His grandmother's, it turns out that this ghost is also afraid of guns! Call me! If anyone can beat him down to Lao Tzu, he will be rewarded with ten oceans! ”

Jin Wuming saw that the female ghost on the hanging coffin was constantly floating back and forth to avoid bullets, and the fear in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely.

At this moment, Zhao Yang suddenly seized an opportunity, and instantly and decisively threw a corpse nail that was already in his hand towards the female ghost.

Keng ......

This corpse nail hit the female ghost's brain, and with a sonorous sound, it was directly nailed to a hanging coffin, and then the female ghost let out a 'squeak' sharp scream, and the whole face instantly turned red, oozing blood down the brain door penetrated by the corpse nail.

Jin Wuming and his men wasted hundreds of bullets, but they were not as happy as Zhao Yang's corpse nail.

Seeing that the female ghost was nailed to the hanging coffin by Zhao Yang's corpse nail, the blood oozing from the door of the head dyed the entire pale face into blood red, and even the red blood dripped down the face on the white robe below, and everyone stopped shooting and put down the gun.

But the female ghost can still bleed, and the blood is still bright red, which makes Zhao Yang feel very surprised.

"Brother Zhao, you are really good!"

Jin Wuming on the side also put down the box gun in his hand, and was impressed by Zhao Yang's operation, but everyone still had palpitations, and they didn't dare to look forward, so they could only look at Zhao Yang with a blank eye.

Zhao Yang saw that the female ghost was nailed to the hanging coffin, her red eyes were closed, and he was sure that it should be 'dead', so he raised a little courage, holding a candle in his hand and a probe claw in the other hand as a self-defense weapon, and cautiously approached it with half holding his breath.

When Zhao Yang approached, he instantly smelled an unpleasant stench in the air and rushed to his nose, almost failing to smoke Zhao Yang.

But it was this unpleasant stench that made Zhao Yang's doubts in his heart turn instantly, and with the other hand, he held a half-meter-long probe claw to remove the face of the female ghost who was nailed to the hanging coffin.

Really!

is exactly the same as Zhao Yang imagined, this is just a woman's face, and behind the face, there is a big weasel!

The weasel's eyes are red in the dark of night, and they are not ghosts at all! For a long time, a weasel wearing a cheek and a white robe is pretending to be a ghost here!

"Brother Zhao, what's the matter?"

Jin Wuming asked Zhao Yang in a low voice again.

The corners of Zhao Yang's mouth turned up slightly: "It's just a false alarm, come and take a look!" ”

Hearing Zhao Yang say this, and his tone was very relaxed, Jin Wuming walked over cautiously, and when he got closer, Jin Wuming was almost disgusted by the extremely foul smell.

However, when Jin Wuming saw Zhao Yang's face opened with his probe claw, revealing a big weasel behind him, his expression became even more surprised, and at the same time, with a little anger, he scolded: "Damn, it turned out to be a weasel doing something here!" ”

As he spoke, Jin Wuming took out another box gun, ready to add a few more shots to the weasel to vent his anger, but was stopped by Zhao Yang.

Because the weasel is a bit evil, it has been dressed in a very mysterious coat since ancient times, and it is also one of the members of the 'Baojia Immortal' in the Northeast.

And from the point of view of the size of this weasel, at least for several decades, a large piece of hair has fallen off on its body, and the older the weasel, the more stinky the fart is.

It is said that the weasel's farts also have nerve-paralyzing toxins that manipulate people's spirits, but there is no basis for this.

The most important thing is that Zhao Yang is very interested in the human skin on the head of this weasel, if Jin Wuming makes up a few more shots, he will beat this human skin beyond recognition.

Zhao Yang pulled out the corpse nail, the weasel's body fell to the ground, Zhao Yang brought a pot of water, poured it on the human skin, and washed away the blood stains on it.

This is indeed a human face, and it is extremely well preserved, the pale complexion can even be clearly seen in the pores, a pair of crescent eyebrows with a delicate appearance, and the lips are smeared with gorgeous vermilion lipstick, the owner of this human face should have been a big beauty in his previous life.

But Zhao Yang is not concerned about these, but about the ultra-high production process of this human face.

What kind of skill can take off a human face so completely, and there is not the slightest bit of corruption, and there is no trace of processing, but it can be preserved to this day, which is simply incredible!

Even if you put this human face on your own face, it can almost be to the extent that it is fake!

In addition to this, there is this white robe hanging from the weasel, which is spotless and neat except for the blood stains.

If you have to be precise, this white robe should be called 'veil' from the point of view of the system, it is a kind of dress for aristocratic women in the Tang Dynasty, with large sleeves, a large placket and a large collar, straight through the bottom hem, and some embroidery and patterns on it, which also have typical style characteristics of the Tang Dynasty.

As an archaeology major, Zhao Yang can be very sure of this!