Bai Su looked through the cloth and turned the head of the hanged man over and over again.

Because it was too ugly and disgusting, he didn't start directly, but pulled the bedside towel that was resting aside and wrapped the hanged man's head and twisted it off.

He remembers...... When he beat the toilet ghost before, he split the head of the toilet ghost in two, and the other party disappeared?

Bai Su didn't know that the direct disappearance of the toilet ghost into a card was related to the game hall, and he didn't talk about it before the Tangram game hall sent it.

After the head of the hanged ghost was turned over to the front and saw the white su, the whole spirit was as if it had been banned, and the short tongue that could not be retracted opened and closed between the lips, that is, it was speechless.

Black eyes stared at it...... No, yes, it's white.

A swaying god, the hanged ghost suddenly broke free from the devil's stunned and continued to struggle.

"No...... Don't kill me! The paranormal energy bent and stretched, and when he found that he had kicked the iron plate, he immediately begged for mercy, "You, you're not human, are you...... No, no, no, I didn't mean to scold you! ”

Why not human? Quite simply, no matter how strong human beings are, they don't have this sense of oppression.

The hanged ghost changed his words: "You are also here to hunt humans!" We are ...... No, we're twenty-eight...... One nineteen points! The human next door bother, please leave me a mouthful of broth! ”

The white hand, who was still thinking about how to kill the hanged ghost, held the hanged ghost's head with one hand, and pressed his knees on the bed.

Why do one or two like to get along with humans, and humans don't taste good? Bai Su thought a little puzzled.

The hanged ghost, which had been separated from its body, still felt pain, its mind running wildly after years of being dead at the moment.

Is it because you don't want to share it with it? Also right...... Most of the supernaturals are loners, and even in this inn it is just a greeting to the hostess of the inn.

Other...... Depending on their ability, it will attack the human race and overturn, and there will be no other supernatural to take care of it.

And now, the hanged man is on the verge of a rollover.

Bai Su didn't speak, and the hanged ghost had already realized that the black-haired youth who was holding it had no interest in cooperating with it and sharing it, and had no intention of letting it go.

Then what follows is the death of the fish.

The half-cut body on the bed suddenly jumped up, Bai Su's knees were slightly raised, and just like that, the hanged ghost's body escaped.

Tut.

Bai Su saw the hanged ghost's body run away, and wrapped the brown bedside towel on his hand again.

He quickly tied a bow with his two horns, and then threw the hanged man's head on the spot, and threw it out.

The orb wrapped in cloth slammed into the hanged ghost's body with swiftness and precision, the sound of the collision was dull, and the movement of falling to the ground was not small.

The next moment, the hanged man was gone.

Is it really gone? No, on it.

Bai Su leaned down and dodged the oncoming hanging rope.

The answer to the question of what the hanged ghost is based on is obvious.

The hanging rope was ready to flee when it saw the failure of the ring, it has always relied on trickery to hang humans voluntarily, and forced buying and selling is not its strong point.

In particular, it also encounters monsters.

A white monster with black eyes fixed on it.

The knot of the rough hemp rope flickered and floated over the chandelier above, and it looked like it was about to escape from the ceiling, and below the upper rope, someone gently reached it.

The slender wrist reached into the knot, and the upper rope belonging to the hanged man habitually contracted, the rough barbs embedded in the skin tone, the knot tightened further, and more white overflowed from the wound.

There was no blood, and the white flower filling was stuck in the knot.

It was as if it had been drunk for a long time, and like a sponge that had absorbed water, it was weighted up, and the upper rope that had been floating in the air snapped and fell to the ground.

The limp knot writhed back and forth on the ground, trying to get back into the air but couldn't.

Why? The supernatural wondered why it was—

Bai Su moved his wrist.

The "wounded" wrist soon grew, and he fell from one knee on the bed to the ground, stepped on the cold floor, and took a few steps to the hanging rope, which had been dyed white.

The tip of the drop-shaped rope is tied with a noose knot, which is tied to a standard level, so that the person's head can be safely strangled when it is rested, and the rope will not be loosened halfway through.

After a little observation, Bai Suti slipped on the hanging rope and began to look for something.

It was impossible to eat, and he could already smell a smell of rotting leaves.

After rummaging around, Bai Su found a box of matches in the corner of the guest room.

Yes, he was going to burn the upper rope simply and roughly.

The match head lightly swiped with the red phosphorus, and the dancing flame flickered in the dim environment.

Bai Su moved the match, and the closer the tongue of fire got closer to the outer edge of the knot, the upper hanging rope he held in his hand twisted wildly to try to escape, but under the effect of the white attachment, the swing was extremely small.

'Don't-'

'Let go of me-'

Vaguely heard some supernatural shouts, Bai Su was unmoved.

The blazing light of the fire jumped into the black eyes, and the bits of white under the eyes quickly disappeared in the scorching flames, and then a wail resounded in the void air.

Bai Su let the fire burn from the end of the knot to the top, and a little flame touched his fingertips, and the black-haired young man's expression did not change.

It wasn't until the upper rope was completely burned to a gray-black powder and fell to the ground that Bai Su withdrew his hand, which had been burned red and wrinkled.

Gray-black powder...... Do you have to clean it up?

The hotel room was dark, and the only environment with no lights on was the moonlight outside the window.

Bai Su touched the wall next to him, successfully pressed the switch, and the light came on.

The light of the moment made people's eyes squint for a moment, and when they opened it again, Bai Su looked at the messy bed and fell into deep thought.

Ah......h Did he burn the hanged man to death too quickly?

What Bai Su saw in front of him was a quilt crumpled with blood and rotten flesh, and the dripping liquid had not disappeared, but had been left there well, obviously soaked into the quilt.

He should have left the hanged man to clean up and burn it again.

Instantly wrinkling his face, Bai Su reluctantly swept the ashes on the ground and poured them into the trash.

As for the quilt? Bai Su felt that he couldn't ask for it.

He simply threw it all on the floor, and pulled out a thinner spare quilt from the hotel cupboard and spread it on the bed, which was already a mattress.

The black-haired young man then lay down, closed his eyes and continued to close his eyes.

We'll talk about cleaning tomorrow...... Anyway, the hostess said they pack cleaning......

"—help me! Anyone is good! ”

"Help me...... Someone is going to kill me! ”

A shrill wail rang out outside the door, and the door kept being slammed, but most of them did not respond, so the people who were running and knocking on the door gradually approached, and finally stopped in front of their doors.

"Open the door, please open the door!"

The crying female voice seemed to have walked past 411 and then 409, but there was no response, and finally came to 407.

"Knock knock."

There were three rhythmic knocks on the door, followed by a female voice sobbing to the verge of collapse: "Yes, is anyone there, someone is going to kill me, please let me hide." ”