The child was a sauce-coloured body, skinny and skinny, with two deeply sunken eye sockets.

The weirdest thing is that he actually wears a blood-red cloak on his body.

No wonder Chen Jiayan said that the qi in this room is the same as the yin qi in my body.

These two little ghosts look similar!

I pointed at Liu Zhiguo and asked sharply, "What the hell is this thing?"

Since it was offered by him, then he must know what it is.

Hopefully, along with the mystery on my body, it may be solved!

"Yes, yes......"

He was trembling now, and he couldn't even speak.

The table I was blocking in the doorway was suddenly shattered, and the tremendous inertia knocked me around.

Broken wood flew sideways and hit the bridge of my nose.

When I looked back, my heart sank.

This door can't stand it!

While stabilizing my body, I shouted at Chen Jiayan, "Hide behind!"

What I didn't expect was that instead of retreating, Chen Jiayan ran over and dragged me up with a little effort.

"Let me come!"

As he spoke, Chen Jiayan took three steps and made two steps, flew forward, and then took out a small wooden man with a big stick from his pocket and placed it at the door.

Chen Jiayan stepped back, knelt down on one knee, crossed his hands, and placed them on his chest.

The sound of incantations floated out of her mouth, and the wooden figure clicked as if it had a spirit.

Strange to say, this wooden man poked this, and there was no movement outside the door immediately.

I couldn't help but sigh: "This Luban technique is really domineering!"

However, before I could rejoice, the sauce-colored little man flew straight up.

Chen Jiayan turned his back to him, and he didn't know what was going on!

In desperation, I flew up and kicked her in the ass, but it was still a step too late.

"Whew!"

Although the sauce-colored ghost baby is like a withered tree, but with a mouth, the sound is comparable to a radio speaker.

The shrill sound made my hands and feet soften.

And the ghost baby who has been haunting me seems to have a sense, ignoring the requiem incense in the corner, and actually breaks through the window.

I grabbed my peachwood sword and faced it head-on.

I looked like I was stabbing with my sword, but in fact, I made a false move, and the moment the blade stabbed him, I immediately reversed my attacking stance.

This sword ran down his chest and straight to his back, and the ghost baby like a sugar gourd couldn't help but struggle.

The more he struggled, the deeper the wound, and something resembling his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs fell on the peachwood sword as he writhed.

I fixed my eyes and saw that the peachwood sword was actually corroded!

Can't put it off!

I bit my fingertips and prepared to finish with one blow.

However, there was a smile on his wrinkled face.

What I didn't expect was that he didn't flinch, but climbed up the peachwood sword to my eyes.

This peachwood sword is not very long, and he is extremely fast.

I just blinked an eye, and a mouth full of fangs was already gnawing on my nose.

I was also beaten by him, and grabbed his slimy head to prevent him from moving.

At the same time, the tip of my tongue was bitten by me.

"Poof!"

I slammed his head back, and a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood from the tip of his tongue squirted right into his mouth.

"***, we have to die today!"

The ghost baby was sprayed with this mouthful of blood, and black smoke rose all over his body.

I saw him like a monkey in the sky, pulling out on the spot, hitting the roof with one head, and disappearing directly.

At this point, the thick fishy smell and intense pain made me feel numb in my nose.

When I turned around, however, what I didn't expect was that the sauce-colored ghost baby had already fluttered like Chen Zhiguo.

It's really a wave of unevenness, wave after wave!

"Smack!"

The sauce-colored imp lay on his chest, tore his clothes, and slammed into his chest.

White milk mixed with blood flowed down Chen Zhiguo's chest, but instead of any pain, his face was full of love!

It's like, this is his adopted child!

His swollen chest, covered with scars, looked like two rotten grapes hanging from a broken plastic bag.

I finally know why Chen Zhiguo's figure is like this!

He's been sucked alive by the ghost!

The peachwood sword was thrown out of my hand, and the imp was so nimble that he had already appeared above me before the sword touched him.

After a few times dealing with things like them, I've gained some experience.

This little imp lives like a loach, and it is simply too difficult to catch him.