Zhao Huanshu's eyes kept staring at the thin blanket covering his body, and then looked at the last sentence of the diary, and his heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.

Wang Qianyu is talking about her, and it has nothing to do with me, right? While thinking about it, Zhao Huanshu appeared in his mind with the bloody face drawn on the diary, and threw the diary aside while feeling uncomfortable.

How can there be something in the bed? But if there is ......

Zhao Huanshu swallowed his saliva, grasped the edge of the blanket with one hand, and slammed up from the ground while squeezing the blanket tightly in his hand: there was nothing in the sleeping place.

"I'm scared to death...... While Chief Zhao Huan breathed a long sigh of relief, he suddenly felt something fall from the blanket to the ground, and when he looked down, it was actually a human face!

To be exact, that's a complete face! The flesh-colored patch was laid flat on the ground, the bloodstained edges of the face were neatly cut, as if they had been cut out with scissors, and there were human hair and eyebrows on the skin.

At this moment, the corners of the cheek and mouth slowly moved upward...... It's laughing!

Seeing this scene, Zhao Huanshu's scalp was about to explode, and he shouted, "Fat!" Ghosts! An arrow escaped from the living room.

Zhao Huanshu looked back, and the person's face was like a puddle of flesh-colored paint sprinkled on the ground, flowing towards him quickly.

"! Dead fatty! You're still picking up girls! Zhao Huanshu rushed upstairs and shouted, "Get your phone ready!" ”

Fortunately, the fat man still has a chance to exorcise ghosts, Zhao Huanshu rushed into the bedroom on the second floor, and saw the fat man and Tang Rou leaning shoulder to shoulder, sitting on the bed in front of him with his back.

"You are still sleeping......" Zhao Huanshu didn't finish speaking, and the two people in front of him turned their heads suddenly: but they were two bloody and skinless faces, smiling strangely at Zhao Huanshu.

Zhao Huanshu's breath twitched, and when he turned around and was about to escape, he saw a huge human face hanging on the bedroom door.

Jump out of the window! Zhao Huanshu immediately turned around, this old house in the countryside, outside the window on the second floor is the eaves sticking out of the first floor, and there is a beam under the eaves, so you should be able to walk on it.

The moment Zhao Huanshu opened the window, the two miserable white legs suddenly fell, and they shook weakly in front of his eyes.

Zhao Huanshu hurriedly retreated, only to see two people on the bed with bloody faces limping towards him, and the other side of the face covered by the door frame also moved into the bedroom.

It was also when Zhao Huanshu was looking left and right that it became pitch black outside the window, and then from the endless darkness, a slender rotten arm suddenly poked out and grabbed Zhao Huanshu.

Can't die, I don't want to die! Zhao Huanshu gritted his teeth, and his mind quickly thought of any way to get out, but the approaching Yin Ghost didn't give him time to think at all.

"Rosary."

Seeing that the two people with their faces covered in blood rushed towards him, a subtle and ethereal voice sounded in Zhao Huanshu's ears.

Zhao Huanshu took out Zhikong's rosary from his pocket and held it tightly, and a column-like golden light immediately spread out from the rosary, enveloping Zhao Huanshu in the pillar of light, and at the same time, forcing the surrounding Yin ghosts to retreat.

Just when Zhao Huanshu took this opportunity to escape, a person appeared beside him without warning.

The "man" was a translucent monk, dressed in a pale blue robe, who looked to be forty-five or sixteen years old, with a black beard, a slightly wrinkled face, a calm expression, and slightly closed eyes.

"Are you Zhikong?" Zhao Huanshu swallowed his saliva, and then looked at the two yin ghosts who retreated towards the bed.

The monk spoke, but his mouth did not move: "It's okay, what you see is nothing more than an illusion caused by resentment, and the two donors are actually still in bed." ”

Then, Zhikong no longer paid attention to Zhao Huanshu beside him, but gently clicked out of the window, and a golden light broke out of his index finger and pierced into the darkness outside.

Swish!

In the moment when the golden light broke into the darkness, the black separated from both sides like paper torn from the middle, and in the middle of the darkness, there was a swollen and rotten woman floating in the air.

The strange thing is that the golden light on Zhikong's fingertips began to expand in a cone, enveloping the woman in mid-air outside the window, and at the same time, a thick black resentment appeared on the person's body, and the resentment made a "clang" sound of cold water splashing on the electric stove under the golden light, and then dissipated without a trace.

Zhao Huanshu was stunned when he looked at this scene, did this Zhikong become a ghost, or did he achieve a positive result after his death? This posture is clearly purifying Li Xiulan's grievances, although it is not as fast as sealing the ghost list, but it is not too much.

Under the shroud of golden light, the resentment that emerged from Li Xiulan's body began to decrease, and her hideous and terrifying appearance slowly changed back to her normal human form, the typical shape of a country woman in her forties, with a ponytail and some dark skin...... is the same as those yin ghosts who have been purified by the ghost list, if it is not in a translucent state, and it is floating in the air, Li Xiulan at this time is completely no different from ordinary people.

At the same time, the face that was stopped outside the golden light, as well as the two bloody people that had turned out of its resentment, still refused to retreat, like a predator waiting for the opportunity, just standing outside the light and staring at Zhao Huanshu.

Ke Zhikong completely ignored the meaning of the other yin ghosts, and said to the woman floating in the air outside the window: "Li ...... Donor, the poor monk only asks one thing, why didn't he wait for Wang Yang to come back? ”

"Still a poor monk! Do you not even want to admit your name? An angry voice drifted out of the window.

"Amitabha, a monk without a home, a monk without a name." Zhikong said lightly.

Li Xiulan looked too lazy to talk to Zhikong, and said loudly: "Why do you make me wait for you?!" But after I died, I also heard that you lost all your business later, and the woman dumped you again, and you came back to me and accidentally found the body that I had killed myself (Harmony) in the back mountain, and then I got out of the house......"

"But Wang Yang, even if you become a monk, you still feel sorry for me, you came back and sank my bones into the hot spring water of the back mountain, and carved the death spell on the stone wall above me, I thought I would be reborn, but what I didn't expect is that your cultivation is not enough at all, and when you carve the death spell, your mind becomes chaotic, which makes my resentment even heavier!"

"Don't say it......" Li Xiulan in mid-air shook her head: "I don't care how you died, but since your ghost is pinned on the rosary, after the teacher borrowed the child to come here, he didn't want to get rid of the things that entangled our daughter, but now he came to deal with me?" How much do you mean? ”

Listening to Li Xiulan's tone, Zhao Huanshu thought to himself that Zhikong was really still lacking in Taoism, the yin ghosts who had been purified by the ghost list in the past, after the resentment was gone, he could see everything, and everything in his life could be left behind, but this Li Xiulan seemed to have no desire to harm people, but the obsession before her death was still there.

"I only think about what happened to you and Wang Yang before their deaths, yin and yang are different, and I can't interfere in the affairs of the living." Zhikong let out a long sigh, and said four words in a deep voice for a long time: "Amitabha." ”

Yes, Zhao Huanshu saw that these two ghosts only cared about arguing, and he didn't care about himself at all, so he had no choice but to find a way to leave.

Suddenly, Zhao Huanshu suddenly saw a person standing at the door of the bedroom.

A young man dressed in bright red!