In the principal's room, the middle-aged man sat on the ground shivering, his eyes widened at the same time, the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down the bridge of his nose, his mouth grew big, and the crotch of his pants was wet unconsciously.

The lamp on the desk flickered on and off, and the air in the room grew cold.

Zheng Xiulan's body turned completely behind the desk, and the originally lovely face has now become a crumpled white paper, with crooked eyes and nose painted on the paper, and another human face is attached to this white paper face, the person's facial features are raised on the paper, twisting and twisting with difficulty, revealing an extremely painful expression, she clearly opened her mouth wide, but she couldn't hear the scream.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a heavy muffled sound from under the desk where the lamp flickered, and a suspended wooden crutch floated out from behind the desk, stained with blood on the cane, and lit the ground weakly, and behind the crutch, there seemed to be an invisible person.

The bloody crutches lit the ground, slowly approaching the middle-aged principal, and at the same time, the paper-faced man behind the desk slowly raised his hands, his palms were as white as white paint, and the ten fingers of his hands were slowly elongated, and he stretched out towards the middle-aged principal with the crutches.

The lamp on the table flickered twice and broke completely, and nothing could be seen in the dark room, except for the clatter of crutches hitting the ground.

Suddenly, in the ears of the middle-aged principal, a vague grievance sounded: "There is a July and a half ...... every year"

"Ahhh The middle-aged principal screamed and rushed towards the door of the principal's office.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man felt a chill on his face, and when he looked at it, ten slender fingers suddenly poked out of the darkness in front of him, and they were horizontally in front of his eyes.

Immediately after that, a crutch that knocked on the ground and made a clattering sound appeared in the ears of the middle-aged man out of thin air, and the middle-aged man turned his head with wide eyes and saw that a blood-red paper-tied face slowly stretched out from the side of the crutch.

"Woooooo The middle-aged principal was directly frightened and cried, and the moment he shouted for help, he felt that his eyes were white, and he was tightly wrapped in white paper that came out of nowhere.

The middle-aged man wrapped in white paper struggled desperately, but he couldn't break through the seemingly thin paper on his body, and the whole person fell to the ground and kept writhing, while feeling tightly strangled and firmly stuck to the ground, unable to move.

Knock, knock, knock.

The middle-aged man heard the sound of crutches approaching, he was calling, but for some reason there was no sound, and a heart seemed to be grabbed by a pair of invisible hands.

In the pitch-black principal's room, the crutches floated vertically above the middle-aged man in the white paper, and suddenly poked it hard!

Click!

The tip of the crutch sank into the paper, and there was a sound of bones crushing from the paper, the outline of the middle-aged face printed on the white paper, his facial features distorted by severe pain, his mouth wide open, but not a trace of screams could be heard.

As the cane was pulled out of the paper, a circle of blood red silently spread from the paper.

Click!!!

Suddenly, the strange crutch poked at the middle-aged man like a rainstorm, and every blow would press through his flesh and skin, and the strange thing was that this white paper, no matter how hard the crutch tried, there was no sign of damage.

The crutches kept poking at the middle-aged, and the sound of flesh and bones breaking and flesh stirring echoed in the dark headmaster's room.

The white paper that wrapped the headmaster had turned blood-red, and a large amount of blood was constantly squeezed out of the paper, spreading thickly on the ground.

Dadada!!

I don't know how long it took, the middle-aged human figure in the paper completely changed, like a meatloaf wrapped in paper; Poked into a puddle of bloody flesh by a cane.

Swish......

The paper on the middle-aged man's body quietly dispersed, and a pile of minced meat seemed to have been thrown into a meat grinder.

Wow.

At the same time, in the corridor outside the headmaster's room, there was a sudden sound of footsteps approaching.

"Han Siyu, find a way to open the door." Zhao Huanshu's panting voice sounded outside the door.

Bang Dang! The moment the principal's office was pushed open by a gust of wind, the heavy smell of blood poured out like a flood, and Zhao Huanshu was caught off guard and was just inhaling, almost fainting.

Syllable.

Zhao Huanshu turned on the light switch on the wall next to the door, and the principal's room, which was supposed to be bright, became blood-red at this time, and the walls on the ground were splashed with large and small blood spots; Especially the rotten meat on the ground, which made Zhao Huanshu's stomach swell violently.

"That yin ghost is relying on you......" Zhao Huanshu said to Han Siyu, who was beside him and under control, and couldn't help but walk to the side and retch.

Immediately afterwards, there was a terrible cry and the cracking sound of paper in the principal's room, and after Zhao Huanshu's stomach calmed down a little, he took out his mobile phone and looked: the font on the ghost list had become bright red.

Zhao Huanshu gritted his teeth fiercely, and moved to the door of the principal's office in one step, and saw Han Siyu, a yin ghost, covered in blood, standing in the puddle of flesh and mud, and pinching a paper figure with both hands, Zhao Huanshu immediately pointed his mobile phone at the paper man, and a cone-shaped red light burst out from the screen, enveloping it safely.

Seeing this, Han Siyu took a stiff step back, watching the black resentment coming out of the paper figure constantly being sucked into Zhao Huanshu's mobile phone.

Immediately afterwards, the paper figure began to slowly break down and turn back into Zheng Xiulan, but she was already in a coma, and at the moment when she saw that the girl was about to fall into the flesh, Han Siyu on the side caught her, took her outside the principal's room, and let her lean against the corner.

Then, after the paper figure in the room disappeared, a bloody crutch appeared under the light of the ghost list, and the crutch gradually distorted in the red light, and the inky resentment came out like the paper man, and was sucked away by the ghost list.

After the last trace of resentment was purified, the crutch that was originally floating in the air turned into an old man, who was Wei Min's uncle: Wei Shanfeng.

"Uh......" Wei Shanfeng's yin ghost was purified and sobered up, and he no longer had any harmful thoughts, because he had become a yin ghost, Wei Shanfeng's words were no longer as insignificant as Alzheimer's before his death.

"Thank you, young man...... I ......" Wei Shanfeng said as he glanced at the meat under his feet and let out a long sigh.

What Wei Shanfeng said next was how after his death, he was turned into a harmful ghost by Tenglong River's special grievances, and then, Wei Shanfeng thanked Zhao Huanshu for helping him drive away his resentment, and regretted the endorsement of fake medicine before his death, so he gradually disappeared and went to the underworld to report.

As for Zheng Xiulan, according to Han Siyu, she was only in a coma after being possessed by Wei Shanfeng, and her life was not in danger, but fortunately, Zhao Huanshu did not come late, otherwise Zheng Xiulan would definitely die after being possessed for a long time.

Zhao Huanshu looked at the unconscious Zheng Xiulan, and said with a long sigh of relief: "The first special yin ghost has been expelled, but I don't know when the next one will appear, alas......"

Whining.

Just as Zhao Huanshu was about to ask Han Siyu to clean up the scene, his mobile phone suddenly rang, and when he opened it, he saw that it was a new message that sealed the ghost list.

Sender: Ghost Seal List, content: "In order to avoid frequent deaths in the designated location in future missions, resulting in the isolation of the mission location and delaying the recipient from continuing the task, from now on, the recipient will obtain the ability to 'seal the ghost domain', which has the effect of ......"