Chapter 16: Strange Reinforcements

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and Wanli gritted his teeth and confronted these people.

"Dead brute, look where you're running this time!" One of them said fiercely.

At this moment, although Wan Li was at an absolute disadvantage, he did not show weakness, he smiled, and before he wanted to say anything, he saw that those people suddenly stopped approaching the movement, their faces changed greatly, and they looked behind him with a frightened face.

Is there anything on the wall in the back?

Wanli almost turned his head to look on the spot, but he just stuck his neck and didn't move. Now the biggest threat is in front of him, if the other party is cheating him, he will only have to wait for death as soon as he turns around, even if there is really something behind him, he will take care of these vicious dogs in front of him first!

I saw that those people were completely frightened, and they couldn't say a word, and they opened their mouths wide like fish biting hooks, and they were stunned on the spot.

Bang Dang –

I don't know who the murder weapon in his hand fell to the ground, and there was an amazing crisp sound in the alley that suddenly quieted down, like an alarm bell, so that everyone present was shocked, and then suddenly as if he suddenly realized something, he screamed and scattered!

What the hell -

This is the sentence they collectively shouted!

Wanli suddenly turned his head, and the scene on the wall surprised him too, and he couldn't help but take a step backwards, stepping on a person, and almost tripping. It was the thief, and as soon as he woke up, he saw the opposite wall, so he immediately fainted in fright!

On the exterior wall of the mottled old house, there is a human head!

It was a man, his face was so gray that he almost blended into the wall, his hair hung lifelessly like a dry branch, the right side of his face was rotten and uneven, and on the left side of his face there were two vertical rows of black moles, like two muddy tears hanging on his face, and a pair of eyes were wide but red.

There was nothing on the wall just now, what was going on?

The man's head was silent or motionless, and hung there like a terrible relief.

For a long time, the alley was so eerily silent, and Wan Li felt that it was not a problem to be so stiff all the time, so he swallowed his saliva and said, "That--just happened, thank you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's head suddenly faded like mist, gradually becoming transparent, and a leaf blown by the wind crossed the void, and disappeared in an instant, as if there had never been a foreign object on the wall.

Wanli stood there for a long time, not understanding what was going on with the heads of people who came and went in a hurry. Was it specifically to save him? Who sent it? It's definitely not Sima Nan, unless he has a psychological problem, and it's specifically to torture him, not stop him. However, judging from Sima Nan's way of thinking, this is unlikely. Ruan Zhan? No, there's no way he's going to do that without telling him. Good ghosts passing by? Maybe! Also, maybe there are some requests or implicated souls!

He bent down, pushed the thief's body to the side, and took back the bloodwood sword, "The security in Hongqing Town is really good!" He shouted to the sky, and walked slowly back to the inn.

The wounds around him were all painful, and the fight just now was so fierce that he had to drag his steps to move, thinking that this attack should be almost over. But he didn't know that the moment he stepped into the hotel, the wig he had just thrown on the floor of the room seemed to be alive, and slowly crawled under his bed.

When he returned to the inn, he saw that it was only twelve o'clock, so he had to treat the wound by himself, fortunately, it was only a skin injury, but the hot pain still made him curse non-stop, and he completely lost his usual scholarly demeanor.

After dealing with this, he walked over and locked the door to prevent someone from pretending to be a ghost from breaking in and annoying him again, and then carefully placed the bloodwood sword under the pillow, and the bat was in his hand, ready to sleep for a while, and wait for the early morning to try to contact Ruan Zhan.

He lay flat on the bed, straightened his legs comfortably, and slowly fell asleep. In his dream, he felt like he had entered a room similar to a communication room, where a doorman was napping in a chair with his face covered with newspapers!

He wanted to ask the doorman where this was, but when he nudged the doorman, the newspaper on his face fell to the ground, revealing his face - a square face, with upright features, and two vertical rows of black moles on the left side of his cheeks, as if two muddy tears were hanging on his face, making his face with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes a little crying!

Although this face was not half rotten and did not have red eyes, Wanli still recognized at once that it was the human head that had just emerged on the brick wall of the alley!

This human head is mounted on a doorman dressed in a neat security uniform, which looks a little strange, and what is even more strange is that his whole body is tightly tied by a circle of black silk threads, and under the gaze of Wan Li, the dense black silk seems to be alive and slowly swims and tightens, and gradually falls into the doorman's body.

Wanli was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him untie this weird silk thread, but as soon as he leaned over, the doorman who had been dead for a long time suddenly opened his eyes, "Hair!" He hummed.

It was too sudden, and Wan Li was also a little surprised, took a step back, tripped over something on the ground and fell to the ground, and woke up suddenly!

What's going on? Passively accepted the psychological hint just now, or was that strange reinforcement trying to tell him something? Why do you say hair? What does that mean?

He had always been very bold, but this time it made his mouth a little dry, and he didn't know if it was caused by blood loss or frightened. He tried to get out of bed to get some water to drink, but when he got up, he found that he couldn't move at all—his body was covered with dense black silk threads like the doorman in his dreams, no, long black hair!

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, remembering what he had felt was wrong when he first entered the door. He had obviously thrown the wig of the 'female ghost' to the ground, but when he came back from outside, it was gone, and it was not the thief who helped him clean up the room.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but admire Sima Nanlai, he not only has the arrogance of a strong person, but also quite cautious, and he even uses a serial scheme to deal with a small person like him, and does not give people a chance to breathe at all, which is really difficult to deal with!

He tried to move, but he felt the long hair on his body rise, like countless wet and sticky thin snakes into his skin, not only unable to break free, but also with a wriggling tingling discomfort!

The feeling made him feel weak, and he didn't sit up after three attempts, and the black hair was like an octopus under the bed, and the body was under the bed, but countless tentacles reached out to the bed, intending to pierce his skin and suck his blood.

As soon as he thought about it, the strange long hair seemed to cooperate, and sure enough, it began to poke his skin, making him feel like countless insects were biting him for a moment, and the taste was even more unbearable than the hooligans who cut him with knives just now!

He couldn't help but scream, but he didn't make a sound, which made him feel unlucky. Just now, when he didn't lock the door, a bad guy broke in, lock the door, someone has hidden in the room to deal with him; Put the bloodwood sword outside, it was almost stolen, put it under the pillow, and now you want to use it but you can't take it out!

The demon hair is getting tighter and tighter, and the tips of the hair are like barbs one by one, and they are getting deeper and deeper into Wanli's skin, which is not something that can be solved by brute force, so there is nothing to be done about it, anxious, he suddenly remembered that strange reinforcement, not only saved him in the alley, but also warned him in a dream just now, so there should be no ill will towards him, why not help him now?

"Dude, help people to the end." He screamed, though he still couldn't make a sound, but the meaning came from his hoarse voice.

Just as he had just said thank you, the man's head slowly disappeared, and now as soon as he asked for help, he felt a cold wind suddenly blow in from the small open window, condensing into a cloud of black gas on the roof and slowly forming a human form.

He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the soul would not stand idly by to his predicament, so he was on full alert. But as soon as the unknown male ghost came, the demon hair wrapped around him was stimulated, and suddenly tightened, almost strangling him.

"Hurry up, man!" He shouted again silently.

The black figure stretched out its two arms, slowly elongating, long beyond the human should, but still stretching, until it touched the tangled hair on his body, and then grabbed it with five fingers and pulled it hard.

Wan Li thought that the reinforcements would have some spells or magic methods, but he didn't expect it to be pulled by brute force, he pulled, the demon naturally resisted, the strength of the two parties was about the same, and Wan Li was pulled around like a rag doll, and the pain made him sweat all over, but he couldn't scream!

Finally, the reinforcements had a slight upper hand in a round of tug-of-war, which made the demon hair loosen slightly, and Wan Li, who was tortured by them to the point of vomiting blood, hurriedly seized the only opportunity, desperately broke out a hand, reached under the pillow, and drew the bloody wooden sword to cut the demon hair hard!

'Hiss', as if the cloth was torn, the demon hair was cut off from the middle by the bloodwood sword, and the beautiful red light on the blade of the sword ignited a tent of blue flame fire on the broken hair that fell to the ground, and instantly extended to the bottom of the bed, burning the entire demonic wig.

"It smells bad." Wanli covered his mouth and nose, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the ghost who was kind enough to help shrink in the corner and stared at him in horror, only then did he remember the threat of the bloodwood sword to the soul body, and he was afraid of being like this when he was still a few meters away, and he didn't even have the courage to escape, so he hurriedly hid the sword behind his back.

"Dude, thank you for helping me twice today." He tried to appear friendly, "Who are you?" How can I repay you? ”

The soul hesitated by the wall for a while, and slowly floated to Wanli's side, just as Wanli thought he was going to say something, he disappeared from the window in an instant!

Wanli opened his mouth and stretched out his hand, wanting to ask him if he knew if there were any big cases in this neighborhood in recent years, but he walked too fast, so that Wanli's words were not said at all.

"Forget it, check it yourself." He sighed, and saw that his bare skin was covered with blood, like mud splashes when it rained, and he couldn't help but sigh. Today, he finally understood why Ruan Zhan had to get five tuberculosis and seven injuries every time he fought. As an assistant, he looked at it as an assistant, and he only knew how difficult it was to deal with people with witchcraft, not to mention that Ruan Zhan was a boss-level character every time!

He cautiously checked the surroundings with the bloodwood sword, and this time he was sure that there was no problem, so he wrung a wet hand towel in the basin of cold water and wiped the blood beads all over his body, ready to talk to Ruan Zhan.

He had lost a lot of blood just now, and he was afraid of giving Sima Nan a chance to use the Feihe who drank human blood to find out about him, so he ran to the public restroom on this floor to contact Ruan Zhan. It's closed, there's not even a mirror, and Sima Nan doesn't know what he's doing, even if he has the art of reaching the sky!

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