"Ah~"

The Paintskin Ghost tore at her chest, blood dripping from her body, and the red mist instantly overflowed.

At this moment, the heavy carpet suddenly rose from the ground and became extremely soft, instantly enveloping the body of the painter.

Shen Yingxing chased two steps, and the carpet was re-paved on the walkway, but there was no trace of the painting ghost.

"Are you alright?"

Walking over in three or two steps, Shen Yingxing looked at Ling Xun worriedly, and stretched out his hand to probe the injuries in his body.

The injury was too serious, and now it was all about hanging his life, and the mist just now was still deep in Lingjun's body, stirring his internal organs and invading his brain.

Shen Yingxing took down the Gu King on his shoulder, tore off a pair of transparent wings, and fed it into Ling Xun's mouth.

The transparent wings melted in his mouth, and Ling Xun's painful expression eased a little, but he was still a little sleepy, and he raised his head with a wistful expression, trying to show a smile at Shen Yingxing.

"Star, don't worry, I'm fine."

"Stop talking."

Shen Yingxing stretched out his hand and helped Ling Xun up, the Gu King, who had lost a pair of wings, glanced at his master blankly, and then waved the remaining two pairs of wings, obediently landed on his shoulders, and closed his three eyes aggrievedly.

Xie Shasha immediately stood up worriedly and left behind Shen Yingxing, as if the painted skin ghost who was swept away by the carpet seemed to have been forgotten by everyone.

"She's strong!"

Chongyan, who has been watching, but has never made a move, looked at Shen Yingxing's departing back with a solemn expression.

Today's skin ghost, she can solve it, but it is definitely not so easy, especially Shen Yingxing's endless attack methods, which makes people even more jealous.

"It's a strong opponent, we shouldn't have a problem joining forces, that S-class player is seriously injured, the other two are not to be feared, the Godhead is definitely in our pocket."

Jiang Cun's words revealed a strong self-confidence, these powerful ghosts on the platform are just a piece of cake, where is the really powerful thing at the terminal.

If it weren't for the fact that the serial dungeons that had already started were not allowed to enter S-class players, his boss would have been even more sure of victory for Godhead when he came here.

"Tomorrow is the last battle, let's go and recharge our batteries first."

The two whispered and left the restaurant one after the other.

The players immediately left the restaurant with them, and the last person to leave saw the lifelike human skin on the table.

The ghost envoy stretched out his hand, took the human skin, folded it, cherished it into his arms, and left here with brisk steps.

The dining room became extremely silent for a moment, the lights went out, and soon a little girl appeared in the hallway, she touched her shriveled belly, looked at the corpses on the ground, the umbilical cord came out of her stomach, and ate the corpses all over the floor.

The night sinks like water......

Lao Wu slept sweetly on the bed, snoring softly, and was laid flat on the table by the human skin he brought.

The bathroom door slowly opened, and it was pitch black inside, and the moonlight outside the window shone in and fell on the mirror.

The silvery moonlight shone on the figure in the mirror, it was a bloodied woman, her skin peeled off, the texture of her muscles blurred with flesh and blood.

A pair of bloody hands stretched out from the mirror, and she pulled out of both sides of the mirror, and the blood quickly stained the mirror red, sliding from the wall and converging into a puddle of blood on the ground.

The Paintskin Ghost emerged from the mirror and walked towards her own skin, she gently picked it up, her blood-drenched fingertips running across her cheeks.

She buried her head in the human skin, and the human skin instantly became larger, and she put on the human skin as if she were dressing, and then turned her head.

In the darkness, Lao Wu seemed to feel a prying gaze, he slowly opened his eyes, and the moonlight outside the window fell on the ground, sprinkling a little silver frost.

With the help of this faint moonlight, Lao Wu looked around, but he didn't find anything strange, but the snooping gaze followed him like a shadow.

As if sensing that something was wrong, Lao Wu jumped off the bed suddenly, stood up straight and saw that on the ceiling, a graceful figure was close to him, and a pair of resentful eyes were staring at him.

Lao Wu instantly took out a short sword, the short sword was only three inches long, the whole body was pitch black, the edge was exposed, and it was obviously opened.

"Your ears look good~"

The painted skin ghost on the ceiling jumped down and slowly approached Lao Wu, but a red ling appeared quietly behind Lao Wu.

Lao Wu gestured with a short sword, his palms were soaked with sweat, his expression was frightened, and he slowly retreated in the face of the approaching ghost of the painted skin.

At this moment, Hongling inserted it into the back of his head, the brain was instantly sucked, the corpse fell softly to the ground, and the painted skin ghost stepped forward in three or two steps.

The nails started at the top of his head and ran down his limbs, and with the force of his palms, she peeled off a full piece of human skin.

"This human skin is a little old."

The skin-painter touched a handful of human skins in disgust, Hongling tied up the human skin, and the figure burrowed into the mirror and disappeared.

The next day, the dazzling sunlight woke up Shen Yingxing, and Linghuan on the side slept peacefully, yesterday in order to heal Linghuan, her spiritual power was exhausted, and she slept extremely groggy.

Sitting up from the bed, Shen Yingxing pinched Lingyun's wrist, feeling that his internal organs were still constantly collapsing, and his expression became more and more worried.

"Why are you so sad early in the morning, don't worry about me."

Ling Xun stretched out his hand and pinched Shen Yingxing's cheeks, his facial features were handsome, and his smile was charming, especially a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, which were shiny and confusing.

"That godhead can heal your injuries, right?"

Ling Xun looked at her with some hesitation, sat up on the edge of the bed, and looked at Shen Yingxing with soft eyebrows.

"It should work."

Shen Yingxing nodded when she heard this, and made a decision in an instant, she was bound to get that godhead.

Helping Lingjun up, the two of them washed up and walked out of the room, and a strong smell of blood came from the corridor.

This copy, every morning is either woken up by screams, or the thick smell of blood wafts around, and they are almost used to it.

Walking down the hallway, several players had gathered in the dead man's room, and Xie Shasha glanced inside from the crowd and immediately turned back in fright.

"The player inside was skinned, it must have been done by the skin-painter last night!"

At a quick glance, the bloody corpse left a deep impression on Xie Shasha's mind.

"The Painted Skin Ghost has been injured, of course, it takes a lot of essence to recover, and it is not surprising that it has been skinned."

Ye Tian on the side took over the conversation, and the puppet sitting on his shoulder looked a little in poor spirits, and he was drowsy all the time, and his little head drooped little by little.