The second floor is much more ghostly, it seems that the old ghost does not often wander here, Bai Ze pushed open a room with a ghostly atmosphere, there was only one offering table in the room, and a little green smoke rose faintly from the incense burner above.

On the offering table was a small clay god statue, sitting half-smiling and half-hideous, and his appearance was seven or eight points similar to that of the old ghost.

Bai Ze stepped forward to touch the statue of the god, and he could clearly feel that it contained abundant ghost energy, and the clay that was pinched into the statue was absolutely extraordinary, and it felt like flesh and blood when touched, which was very strange.

It just so happens that the mud puppet technique in the One Hundred and Eight Ghost Technique has high requirements for clay, and the material of this idol seems to be just right. Bai Ze didn't tell himself, and with a strong pull, he moved the idol away from the offering table along with the clay table. As the statue moved, the incense in the incense burner was suddenly extinguished, and the ghost breath in the house was whistling to obscure the vision, and there was a faint sound of chanting and prayer.

Bai Ze put away the idol and quickly exited this room, there were no other visions in the villa, but this matter was likely to have been sensed by the old ghost, Bai Ze quickened his pace and quickly probed towards the other rooms.

The successive rooms were very ordinary, Bai Ze didn't find any other clues in them, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart, if the old ghost had really devoured the essence and spirit of Jiang Fat and the others, then what he had done before was useless, and Jiang Fat and the two would definitely die!

The last room is the attic of this villa, which looks ghostly and bleak from the outside, and does not look like it can be gained. Bai Ze bent down and walked in, but he was a little surprised.

The attic skylight was open, and although the moon in the sky could not be seen, the bright moonlight still shone into the room, revealing the huge locust planks spread on the floor.

Looking closely, the huge locust plank faintly absorbs the moonlight, and there is a subtle sound coming from under the plank.

Bai Ze used his claws hard, and with his brute strength, the sound of "crackling" broke in the room, the moonlight in the sky was no longer shining in, and a sharp ghost roar sounded one after another under the wooden board, and several sad grimaces loomed in the ghostly atmosphere.

Feeling the breath of a living person, several grimaces absorbed the ghost qi and condensed, crying and wailing and grabbing Bai Ze, as if asking for help, and as if asking Bai Ze to fall into the abyss with them.

There was a faint sound of heavy heartbeats, Bai Ze turned vigorously, the green tendons bulged, the red qi and blood burned, several grimaces burned out of thin air with a scream, and the ghost qi around his body automatically withdrew more than a foot, keeping it clear from the hot qi on his body.

The black and red ghost eyes appeared, and the situation under the locust plank appeared in the field of vision. The ground was engraved with an eerie formation, and more than a dozen white bone beads were bouncing in the porcelain bowl in the center of the array, and there seemed to be a faint cry for help in the bouncing sound of ding ding dong.

Bai Ze's body was full of demonic energy, turning into a half-demon, he gathered demonic energy on the beast's claws, and went straight to the bowl. Affected by the external force, the porcelain bowl buzzed, and the ghost qi floating around it suddenly condensed, turning into a grimace similar to the old ghost, but very mutilated, biting towards Bai Ze's palm.

With a "whew", the fox fire burned from the beast's claws, and the open mouth of the grimace began to melt, followed by a reddish-pink flame, and the grimace screamed and retreated, but the pink fox fire did not mean to be extinguished, it fluttered in the air a few times, and was evaporated into light smoke full of pain.

The aura on the formation gradually dimmed, and the crisp cracking sound sounded one after another, and the cracks on the porcelain bowl were more and more broken into fragments, and the dozen or so white bone beads rolled on the ground, jumping and laughing and trying to escape.

Bai Ze's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the beads one by one in a few clicks, and quickly retreated towards the outside of the attic. Before he reached the stairs on the second floor, because he was too far away from the magic circle, more than a dozen beads began to shatter, the yin wind was blowing, and several complete souls were active in the air, naturally wanting to devour the Ying and Jing spirits like swimming fish around them.

Bai Ze hurriedly took out the soul storage box, sensing the breath of nine pairs of Ying and Jing two spirits in the air, seven of which seemed to be dead and completely lifeless, it should be that the master had already died and the soul dissipated. The remaining two pairs with significant vitality must be Jiang Fat's two, Bai Ze punched the soul that wanted to get close back, and the divine soul guided the two pairs of Ying and Jing to receive it into the soul storage box.

At this time, those three souls also devoured the ownerless elite two souls, and one of the resentful souls snatched a lot of them, and immediately absorbed the surrounding ghost qi, no longer the transparency of the soul, and turned into a pitch-black female ghost.

Probably knowing that Bai Ze was not easy to mess with, the female ghost glanced at him fearfully, and with a loud roar, she threw herself at the other two souls.

One of the middle-aged men seemed to have a good psychological quality, and he even rolled and crawled to avoid the attack, turned around and scolded very majestically: "Shuiqin, what are you going to do! I am ......", and then the words were stuck in his neck, and the sight made him look like a chick who had been choked by the neck, and he could no longer finish this sentence except for horror.

The female ghost threw the woman's soul to the ground, tore and devoured her. The woman's soul cried out in a terrible voice, both puzzled and painful, "Water harp!"

The middle-aged man's soul is much wiser in comparison, and seeing that the female ghost obviously does not recognize his six relatives, he is no longer obsessed with awakening the human nature of the female ghost, but instead looks around with restless eyes. When he saw Bai Ze, who was controlling the soul storage box, as if he had grabbed the last straw to save his life, he quickly ran towards this side, and shouted for help: "Little master, help! I have money!

But Bai Ze's qi and blood were full of demonic qi at this time, and there were ordinary souls around him who could get close, and the middle-aged man screamed and rolled out when he got closer, and his soul was burned by qi and blood, and it was obviously much darker, and he was paralyzed on the ground, unable to move anymore.

The woman's soul gradually died down, and the remaining fragments of the soul were sucked up by the female ghost like flowing water. Her body was covered with blood, and a small phantom of a roulette wheel suddenly appeared above her head, and the ghost aura of the entire villa was attracted, and it roared towards the phantom, and swept a gust of wind.

The howling wind blew the doors and curtains of the room, and at this time, the soul storage box finally closed, Bai Ze turned his head to look, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

This female ghost is obviously just a resentful soul at best, and it has only been a few breaths, she just devours a few pairs of Jing and Ying and the soul of a woman, how can she instantly condense the heavenly spirit!

The female ghost floated in the air, the top of her skull was obviously much more condensed, she glanced at Bai Ze eagerly, and finally gave up the idea of attacking in fear. The female ghost licked her mouth, probably thinking of the sweetness just now, she screamed, and kept rushing towards the middle-aged man on the ground for a moment.