Chapter 9: The Ghost Press

Mrs. Mu was in a bad mood, so she naturally lost her appetite, and she ate very little dinner, so I was very worried about her diet and daily life, so I made her some refreshing and nourishing soup.

A week before the incident, she had insomnia, saying that she always heard strange noises at night and had nightmares. Mr. Mu was worried about her health, took her to see a psychiatrist, and advised her not to pay too much attention to the affairs of the modeling agency, and he was backing her.

Mr. Mu felt sorry for his wife, but he was a career-oriented man after all, and he went to talk about business for two days. Mrs. Mu, who had insomnia, asked me to stay with her for the night, and the salary was doubled.

I agreed, not entirely for the money.

In my company, Mrs. Mu finally fell asleep on the bed with the help of a few sleeping pills.

I saw that Mrs. Mu was sleeping peacefully, and I also went to the next guest room to lie down.

In the middle of the night, the temperature in the room was so cold that I woke up with only a thin blanket.

The southern night in late summer was still sweltering, and the sudden chill was really unsettling, and I felt something faintly, and got out of bed and walked out of the room.

The door to the master bedroom had been closed by me before, but it was now half-open, and I don't know if I didn't close it at the time or if something pushed it open.

"Don't ...... No...... Help......" Mrs. Mu's painful voice came from the door, vague, but the content could be roughly heard.

I went up in fear, and when I got close to the door, I shivered with cold, and by the faint light I could see the fog coming out of my own air.

Although Mrs. Mu is calling for help, past experience has taught me to be cautious in this situation.

I didn't rush into the house, but stood outside the door, tilting my head and carefully peeing in.

At the foot of the two-meter-wide bed, a woman in white with her hair was standing with her back to me, her outstretched hands tightly tugging Mrs. Mu's feet and dragging her under the bed hard.

Lying on the bed, Mrs. Mu frowned, but her eyes were closed, and her hands were waving wildly in the air, as if she was grasping something that could support her. She cried out in pain for help, trapped in some terrible dream.

The instinct to survive made Mrs. Mu kick her feet in her dream, and the force was not small, and she took off the hands that grabbed her after a while.

呲-

The woman in white hissed unhappily, the two fingernails hanging in the air were black and long, especially the ten sharp knives emitted a cold light to the bone.

I saw her body flash, and the whole body hung above Mrs. Mu, and then approached, and her two hands unceremoniously pinched Mrs. Mu's neck, and her hands tightened more and more.

"Ah......" Mrs. Mu, who was choked by the neck, still did not wake up, but the injuries she suffered were substantial, painful and fatal.

I watched as her beautiful little face twisted into a ball, turning from white to red and then to purple......

The expression on the side of the female ghost was hideous, and she vowed to strangle Mrs. Mu.

This is an evil ghost, and the resentment is quite deep, and I must not act rashly with my bare hands, so as not to save Mrs. Mu herself and suffer again.

With a sigh of relief, I walked lightly to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, melted a few spoonfuls of salt into the water, and then grabbed two bags of unopened salt, and then quickly ran to the master bedroom.

The door was kicked open by me completely, and without hesitation, I poured half a cup of salt water on the female ghost who was pressing Mrs. Mu-

Hiss~

Salt is a very pure thing from ancient times to the present, it can overcome immortal things, and it can naturally drive away ghosts and evil spirits.

She glared at me with red eyes and grinned teeth, eager to tear me apart.