Spicy eyes.

At this time, the hanged man screamed, covering his eyes with his hands.

Vulgar.

This human being is too vulgar.

The hanged man's expression quickly turned from hideous and terrifying at the beginning, to horror.

Then, she quickly tore off the white cloth, turned around and ran.

She has seen a lot of humans who want to catch ghosts and suppress weird humans.

But for the first time, she saw a pervert who wanted to control ghosts.

No way.

If you don't leave, it's too late.

Who is it!

Which bad silver put this medicinal wine on her territory?

Isn't that hurting her?

"Come back, you."

Shen Jian stretched out his wrist, and the ghost rope revived, putting on two blood-stained hemp ropes.

The hemp rope fell from the sky and was precisely set around the neck of the hanged ghost.

The Hangman: !!

What the hell is this?

The hanged ghost struggled to break the hemp rope, but the harder she tried, the tighter the ghost rope tightened.

The two fell into a supernatural collision.

"Little hemp rope, you dare to have a supernatural conflict with me, you're done."

The hanged ghost grabbed the ghost rope and invaded little by little.

The next moment.

An irresistible force struck.

The hanged ghost could only watch Shen Jian, who was on the other side of the ghost rope, drag her over little by little......

Ghost Rope: Silly, you have a backer.

The hanged man panicked.

The long tongue was wrapped around the hemp rope, and they worked hard, but the distance was still getting closer a little bit.

Don't.

The air exhaled by this human being is vulgar.

In his hands, there is absolutely nothing good.

Soon.

The hanged ghost was dragged to him by Shen Jian with a look of grief and indignation.

"I just saw that your tongue seems to be forked?"

Shen Jian exhaled a breath of hot air.

During the tug-of-war, he saw the tongue of the hanged ghost split in two, like two nimble arms, pulling back desperately.

It's rare to see such a flexible tongue.

The Hangman: ?

Subconsciously, he stretched out his tongue that was at least two meters long, and it could continue to elongate.

This is her law of killing, and it is also her homicidal attack.

The tongue is split in two from the middle.

became two separate entities.

Entangled with each other.

When necessary, this is a red silk.

"That's it, let me take my breath."

Shen Jian pointed.

Hangman: ??!

Strange knowledge increases.

……

Half an hour later.

Shen Jian took out the soul binding bag, pressed the head of the hanged ghost and stuffed it into the sack.

The hanged man's whining voice was indignant.

Pull that out that ruthlessly.

This human being is truly abominable.

Shen Jian doesn't care so much.

glanced at the chat interface that I had just paid attention to.

Then he was slightly stunned.

The red-haired young man with the ID of [Dragon and Tiger Leap] has turned gray.

This represents only one possibility in a thriller game.

The player is dead.

A level 22 player died so quickly.

Is this weird here?

Shen Jian glanced at the weeping hanged ghost and fell into deep thought.

Chat interface.

[Fang Mumu: He went to the East Wing, has he already met a ghost? Died quietly? 】

[Mingming: To kill a player in an instant, that ghost must be at least Tsing Yi level, and the killing speed is extremely fast. 】

Shen Jian's eyes moved.

Tsing Yi level ghost.

If he guessed correctly, near every dowry, there was a terrible ghost.

The hanged ghost is infinitely close to the Tsing Yi level, and near the golden hairpin dowry, there is a Tsing Yi ghost.

In this way, four dowries mean four ghosts.

Very good.

He wanted it all.

……

Time goes back to half an hour ago.

The red fur walked through the garden to the east wing.

One of the rooms was lit by candlelight, which was dimly reflected through the lattice window.

Push open the door.

A handful of gold hairpins are quietly placed in front of the dresser.

Redfur swallows.

At the same time as picking up the golden hairpin, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door.

A male corpse dressed in sackcloth walked in with his back to him.

The neck was as if it had been cut by some sharp weapon, and the flesh was blurred.

The male corpse turned around, holding the head of a middle-aged man in his hand.

This kind of weird scene is really terrifying.

"You...... Can you help me put my head back? ”

At this moment, the head suddenly spoke.

A pair of oozing white eyes looked straight at the red hair.

Hongmao suddenly felt cold hands and feet, and the hairs on his whole body suddenly rose.

Tsing Yi level ghost.

This turned out to be a terrifying ghost with a terrifying level of Tsing Yi.

No way.

He's so lucky.

The red hair was tense, stretched out his trembling hands, and gently lifted his head.

The appearance of a ghost means that he has triggered the law of killing.

In addition to frontal suppression, following the requirements of the ghosts is also a way to survive.

Red Fur carefully manipulated and placed his head on the neck of the headless male corpse.

"Hey......

The headless ghost slowly raised his hand and touched his head, and couldn't help but let out a sinister smile.

Did it work?

Redfur thought so.

In the next second, it was like falling into an ice cave.

"The angle of your connection is still two centimeters away."

The headless ghost said.

With both hands stretched out, he gently picked it up, and the red-haired head fell off.

Roll, roll, roll to the head of the bed.

There was no more movement.

"Hey...... Hey, hey, hey......"

The headless ghost chuckled silently, and his head fell on the red-haired headless corpse again, and he was held in both hands, and the wail continued to sound:

"Can anyone help me pick up my head......"

……

"This is the East Wing."

Shen Jian saw the only room lit by candlelight at a glance.

Push open the door and you'll see everything inside.

It was a women's room, with a dressing table by the window except for a bed.

On the dresser, there is a handful of golden hairpins.

However, the finger is thick, and it is made of gold throughout, carved with a golden flower.

It is a kind of gold jewelry that is inserted in the hair bun for a woman's marriage.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "the golden hairpin reflects the beauty".

[Obtain an important item - Golden Hairpin.] 】

[Task Reminder: Only one person is allowed for the golden hairpin.] 】

Looking at the panel notes, Shen Jian put away the golden hairpin.

Lost in thought.

What about ghosts?

What about the big one!

Why didn't he see it.

Stomp ......

At this moment, a headless corpse dressed in modern clothing walked in with its back to it.

Blood was still running down his neck.

Shen Jian was stunned.

This dress should be the red hair among the four grooms, yes.

The headless corpse turned.

The headless ghost opened his eyes, slowly raised the head in his hand, and looked at Shen Jian with straight eyes.

"Can you ...... Can you help me? ”

"I'm in so much pain, I can't take my head back."

"Did you see that? My body is bleeding ......"

The headless ghost wailed:

"Help ......"

The words are not falling.

Shen Jian snatched his head.

Not only that, Shen Jian also patted him on the head, and then knocked twice:

"Your melon, are you ripe?"

Headless Ghost: ???

Are you here to find fault?

The headless ghost froze.

It seems that in his limited ghost life, he has never been treated like this, and he didn't react at once.

And then he got angry.

Protect you*, your special mother dares to knock me.

You're dead!

If I don't take your head off today, my headless ghost's name will be written upside down.