Through the gloomy wind in the cramped treetops, whining and sobbing, some strange voices faintly came from Sikong's ears.

It's as if it had been recorded by the wind and carved by a tree.

It is also like the telling of the dead.

Looking at the other two figures on the ground, Sikong looked up and saw that there was nothing else nearby that could project the figures.

Stick your palm like a shovel, stick it directly into the dirt under the tree, and then ...... Two bodies were exhumed.

A corpse dressed as a wolf servant is a small leader, but the wolf servant is full of bite marks after being gnawed by some kind of beast, and it is even scratched by fingernails, piercing the wolf waiter, burrowing directly into the flesh, and making the rotten body skin open flesh.

The other one, just an ordinary star coward, lacks most of his face, and his eyes fall out, gray and white, like dead fish eyes.

The two corpses, without exception, had a horrified expression on their faces, as if they had seen something unbelievable.

Seeing this, Sikong suddenly understood, raised his head without hesitation, breathed in his mouth, blew a hurricane, lifted the skirt of the schoolgirl, and saw that her lower body was covered with black blood, purple and fishy, and there were even maggots wriggling in it.

It seems that this female student should have traveled with her companions after the high school entrance examination.

Unexpectedly, she met the poisonous wolf Xingkou, her companions abandoned her, and she was captured by Xingkou.

Then, rape and killing.

Who knew that after the death, the female student was still alive, and actually came back to kill these two star gangsters.

It's a poignant and sordid tale of death, lined up in front of the eyes, with the sound of lamenting entanglement in the wind, filling the sky.

"That's not right!"

Sikong suddenly raised his head, if the living want to enter the world of the dead, they must use the morning life and twilight death talisman, and the ghost returns to the yang world, what does it need?

The twisted and hideous face of the schoolgirl on the hemp rope suddenly appeared with a faint smile, and the shoulder-length short hair suddenly grew, spreading to the ground like a snake, and the girl wrapped around Sikong's legs.

"I'm waiting for you!"

Sikong was not surprised, his legs were nailed to the ground, his hands were tightly held in his hair, and he sank down!

The hair was extremely sticky and slippery, and pus flowed on it, but the moment it touched Sikong's skin, it immediately boiled and steamed, and a thick black smoke rose.

Then, Sikong pulled back fiercely!

"Ahh

The female corpse roared resentfully, scratching her hair frantically, but she was pulled to the ground by Sikong without being able to resist, and suppressed the withered face flowers.

'Bang! ’

Sikong smashed down with a punch, and the iron fist plunged deep into the ground, cracking a crack like a spider's web, like a human eye.

However, the moment the female corpse fell into the fist, it disappeared and was no more.

Sikong turned around, and the hemp rope on the dead tree was dangling, and it seemed that an invisible girl was swinging on it, but there was no trace of the female corpse.

Sikong stared around vigilantly, his pace was steady and slow, trampling the dead flowers on the soles of his feet, and the sound of paper flowers crumbling was heard.

The heavens and the earth were silent, even the sound of the underground river lapping against the dark wall was inaudible, the leaves of the dead trees were swaying without wind, and all around were empty and pitch black.

Then, as if a very soft voice sounded faintly, echoing in the dim and gloomy hedge.

"This ghost, it's not simple, it's actually stronger than the little boss ghost!"

This is just a ghost thing turned into by an ordinary female student, and it is the strongest ghost thing that Sikong has encountered now, and even the little boss is far from being able to reach it.

Although ordinary ghosts are invisible and weird, they are immune to ordinary physical attacks, but with Sikong's qi and blood, it is like a pouring out of the galaxy, no matter what kind of ghost it is, it is just a matter of three or two punches, and it is hammered to death by Sikong!

But this female student may have suffered great humiliation before she died, and her resentment turned into a ghost, which actually made Sikong feel a little tricky.

From this point of view, the strength of ghosts is not only linked to the cultivation before death, but also involves deeper things.

For some reason, Sikong suddenly felt that his neck was a little heavy and a little cold.

Stiff and obscure, a little uncomfortable, Sikong twisted his neck, and the sound of clicking bones was heard.

"Escaped?"

Sikong was a little puzzled, and searched around, but there was no ghost shadow.

Passing by a small puddle, Sikong saw his own shadow reflected in the puddle.

Tall and reckless, the muscles are erected, and the cuticles are outlined with edges and corners, like a monster.

And on Sikong's shoulder, sat a schoolgirl in a school uniform.

With a weird smile on his face, he was using the pink hard fountain pen to poke Sikong's neck repeatedly, as if playing some kind of game.

The dull blood-colored ink trickled down and wet Sikong's clothes, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

"Holy!"

Sikong was furious, and grabbed the female corpse with his backhand, and his fingers swelled like red-hot pliers, but he grabbed empty.

"Hehehe......"

From all directions, there was a silver bell-like laughter, innocent and pure, with a yearning for the bright future and a fantasy of love.

Then, the wind got stronger.

Blowing up the withered petals and rolling them in the air, depressing the stems and making Sikong lose his eyes.

The ghostly aura wafting from outside the fence floated in, blocking the sky, like crows, flapping their wings and hovering and chirping in their ears.

The world, all of a sudden, went dark. Transitioning from gray to pitch black, he sank to the bottom of the sea, and there were sticky raindrops like blood lapping on Sikong's face.

"Get out!!"

Suddenly, Sikong roared, his eyes were blood-red, and he shot out of the ground like a mountain of meat, and at the same time, Sikong's thumb slightly cut his wrist, and his heart burst out with vigorous blood, spilling into the air.

If you talk about exorcism and exorcism, what is comparable to Sikong's blood and Sikong's flesh?!

If the ghost wants to eat him, he has to be burned alive!

'Woohoo ......'

Wherever Sikong passed, he saw the sun, and the ghost qi touched Sikong's almost golden blood, and melted one after another, Sikong's body temperature was so high that it almost scorched the air, like moving steel charcoal.

Then, regardless of it, Sikong inserted his hands into the wreath rolled up in the air, fished and pulled, and grabbed a woman alive.

"I've got you......"

Sikong's eyes flashed with a gloomy and strange gaze, his snow-white teeth were exposed, and his smile was like a sickle, directly under the root of his ear.

At this moment, it is impossible to distinguish who is a ghost and who is a human.

'Boom! ’

Sikong's bleeding hands grabbed the schoolgirl's neck directly, and she fell wildly, through the branches of the dead tree, and deeply embedded in the soft soil at the root of the tree.

The female student struggled desperately, sometimes turning into a wandering ghost, but she couldn't escape from the scorching wall formed by Sikong's blood, and was strangled by Sikong's neck!

The female student was as tender as a lotus root, and her calves were so white that she couldn't even see her pores on Sikong's body, but she seemed to be kicking on a big mountain, no matter how she moved, Sikong didn't retreat half a minute.

"You, what the hell are you, what monster?"

From the body of the female student, there was a muffled scream, yin and yang, sometimes the voice of an innocent girl who was studying and going to school, sometimes a hysterical, like the angry scolding of a madman, and in the end, it was frozen into a stagnant water, monotonous and stiff, as if the sound rolled out of the throat.

"Me? I'm going to kill you again, man! ”

Sikong smiled coldly, suddenly roared angrily, and staggered his hands fiercely!

'Poof! ’

Like the sharp sound after the explosion of a hydrogen balloon, the schoolgirl suddenly exploded, and the ownerless ghost qi swam out and escaped from between Sikong's fingers.

However, Sikong didn't see the most essence of the core ghost qi in the body after the ghost thing died.