People who are sucked dry of yang energy and die do not have much resentment, and they will be very frightened when they die, and it is difficult to form ghosts, and the resentment in front of them is so big, it is estimated that it should not be the female corpse, but whether it is or not, just test it in a way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The female corpse was getting closer and closer to me, and the sadistic color in her head was getting stronger and stronger, and when I was about to scare me into fainting, I suddenly stretched out my hand to her.

In a moment of her surprise, the entire headless female corpse and the head she was holding slowly appeared in my hand like smoke.

I casually threw the smoke ball in my hand twice, and the wooden door that "trapped" me was like an electronic door, and it opened by itself with a creak.

Above the red horse that I had "unintentionally" seen fall on the ground, a severed hand slowly emerged, but it was not the hand of Hades, but I split it out.

Picking up the red horse, I came to the side of the female corpse, and slowly pushed the smoke ball in my hand towards the female corpse with my left hand, and suddenly the smoke asked for a violent tremble.

Seeing this situation, I understood that this female corpse and this female ghost were not one, but the two of them should know each other, otherwise this female ghost's reaction would not be so great.

I tossed the smoke ball a few more times, looked at her and said solemnly, "Now you know what's going on, right?" Don't be too presumptuous to let you out, I don't have a good temper, I've had enough of you just now. ”

After saying that, I didn't wait for the female ghost to give me an answer, and threw her out directly.

"Bang!"

When I hit the ground, the smoke ball exploded, and a female ghost appeared in front of me.

After the female ghost appeared, she completely lost her arrogance just now, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and trembled.

I just sneered at this, it's really strength that is the capital to speak.

"Tell me what's going on in this house, tell me everything you know."

The female ghost nodded hurriedly and began to stammer, but this time her voice was no longer so low and hoarse, but became more crisp, and it was a pleasure not to look at her face.

"My name is Zhang Cuicui, and I am an archaeological ...... in this house."

As soon as the woman spoke, my heart thumped, could it be that the diary was real? What was going on before that?!

A drop of cold sweat slipped down my forehead, and Zhang Cuicui obviously didn't notice my reaction, but continued to speak.

……

"I had no idea what was going on, but I felt that it was suddenly dark around me, and when I saw the environment clearly, I was already in that little dark room."

"I tried to get out, but the wooden door was like it was welded shut, and I couldn't get out, I flapped and yelled, but no one answered me."

"I was trapped in that room for more than ten days, maybe more than twenty days, and just as I was about to lose consciousness, the door of that room opened."

Speaking of this, Zhang Cuicui's tone became extremely vicious, and she said word by word: "I saw Wang Ping walk in!" ”

"After Wang Ping came in, instead of saving me, he began to grope for me, and he actually defiled me!"

"But he didn't get any favors, I silently gathered strength, and at the moment when he was most relaxed, I plunged the ballpoint pen in my hand into his treasure."

"Hahahaha, if you want to hurt me, don't think about it! Hahaha......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Cuicui began to become crazy again, I frowned, and waved my hand lightly, the Zhang Cuicui shivered all over, and then began to become quiet again.

Zhang Cuicui looked at me in horror and continued: "Later, I was killed by him, but his method of killing me was a bit cruel, without hurting my arteries and trachea, I cut off my head almost before I was solved together. ”

After Zhang Cuicui said this, she stopped talking, and after looking at me in horror on the side, she lowered her head and said nothing.

I looked at the female corpse next to me, recalled the previous plot, took out the black brick in my pocket, and then threw it to the ground hard.

With a crisp click, the black brick shattered, and then the female corpse next to me began to become illusory, condensed again, and had become the same as I had seen in my illusion before.

Sure enough, the black brick was a small means prepared by Wang Ping, if it wasn't for Chiju who made me sober up at the beginning of the small method, maybe what kind of result would have been in me.

But Rao is like this, and I can't get out of that state in an instant, such as the female corpse that has become a different shape.

I looked at Zhang Cuicui and asked, "Do you know anything else?" ”

When Zhang Cuicui heard this, she hurriedly shook her head, signaling that she didn't know anything.

Sighing helplessly, it seems that I have to find it myself.

"You go, go wherever you want, and forget about today's business." After that, I stopped talking to her and began to study the rest of the first floor of the deserted mansion.

There was another hut next to the little black house I had visited, but I guess there was still a dead man inside, or maybe a ghost.

It seems that the only way to find clues is from there.

Gently pushed open the wooden door of this small black house, Zhang Cuicui was behind me, I didn't care about her, I guess she was also curious about what was here.

The light of the flashlight illuminated the room very brightly, and the corpse on the eaves also illuminated very brightly.

"Ahh

Zhang Cuicui, who was behind her, suddenly shouted, flashed past me, hugged the corpse and cried bitterly.

In this case, no matter how stupid I am, I know that this man is Zhang Cuicui's brother Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng died a miserable death, there were many wounds on his body, I saw more than ten of them alone, it seems that he suffered a lot in his life.

However, there was a faint resentment on Zhang Feng's body, and it seemed that he had been forced to death.

According to my thoughts, he should have been forced by Wang Ping, who used Zhang Cuicui's life to force Zhang Feng to hang himself.

Of course, my conjecture has never been very accurate, but it's a pity that Zhang Feng hasn't become a ghost now, otherwise I can ask him what's going on.

"Huh? Turned into a ghost? ”

Since he hasn't changed, then I'll let him change, doesn't he still have a breath of resentment!

I carefully sensed Zhang Feng's resentment, and I laughed under this investigation, it was really a coincidence, if he hadn't hanged himself, that resentment might not have been retained.

Now that resentment happened to be stuck in his throat.

But then I had another problem, and although I knew I had that power, I didn't know how to use it, and as the saying goes, there was no key to it.