Just as I was looking at the little faces on their stomachs and being surprised, suddenly a white shadow flashed, and three of these four guys actually moved towards us at a very fast speed, so fast that even my eyes could not see clearly, only a white shadow.

Before I could react, a white light flashed in front of me, followed by a large black mouth. Then I seemed to see a pair of pale sleeved and skinny hands on my shoulders at the same time, and immediately from the shoulders came a whole soaking cold, cold, I began to gasp. It didn't matter, I found that I couldn't get air into my nose or mouth.

The pale grimace was right in front of me, and unlike other ghosts, most ordinary ghosts, when you look closer, you will find that there are more or less black noise-like things on their bodies, as if the sand is moving rapidly, so fast that you can't see clearly, but the body in front of me is white sand, not only that, through the white sand, I can even see the wrinkles on its twitching face, skin.

It may be a bit inappropriate to say that it is skin, because there is no texture at all, but because of the twisting movement, many folds have formed. It looks a little like when I was at Master's house in the early years, I saw a ginseng soaked in the wine jar, because it had been soaked for so many years, that the ginseng turned white. And the skin of this ghost is a bit like this.

Unable to breathe, I began to involuntarily open my mouth wide and try to force myself to inhale in this way, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the air in, and not only that, but I also felt a warm current of air that seemed to start in my chest, up my esophagus, and then run out of my mouth. But I couldn't see what this warm thing was, I only remember that when the feeling came out of my mouth, the pale ghost pouted, and seemed to suck into his body with great enjoyment.

I immediately thought to myself, this is a typical inhalation of yang energy, which means that this thing will not be a brake, but it should be a ghost of the same type and level as the brake. I didn't have time to re-distinguish what the hell it was, although I couldn't breathe, I kept a breath in my mouth, and my body was actually free to move, so I subconsciously forced my mouth shut. But it didn't seem to work, and soon my closed mouth was like a ball, and my mouth was filled with that warm feeling. Even though I kept trying, there was still a trace of yang energy leaking out of my mouth.

The feeling that I couldn't breathe came from the moment it put its hands on my shoulders, which meant that the movement was necessarily and directly related to my situation, and maybe I broke free from its hands and the feeling would disappear. In the case of not being able to breathe, I kept venting out, and soon I was a little dizzy, since I became addicted to cigarettes in the past two years, my breathing was indeed much less stable than before, and the long period of breathlessness made my heart beat faster, which was a manifestation of lack of oxygen, and I could even clearly feel that every beat of my heart was constantly pulling the green tendons on my neck, as well as the blood vessels on my temples.

Half a minute at most, and I think I'm going to suffocate, which means I only have half a minute to break free. So I squatted down to escape the hand that was on my shoulder, but the guy was more than two meters high, and it pressed on my shoulder as if I were pressing on a child of five or six years old, and even when I squatted down, its long hand pressed on my shoulder. But there's no weight, and it still feels light.

The cold touch, coupled with the discomfort of not being able to breathe, made me a little hysterical, I simply stood up, and kept repeatedly beckoning my palms to the close body, and strangely, each palm slashed out, as if it was a cloud of smoke, and its body did not seem to be an entity, not even the cotton-like feeling that I used to have when I hit a ghost. There was a cold feeling between the shoulders and the neck, and soon they penetrated the area of the collarbone, and I began to feel the cold feeling in my throat, and this feeling merged with the heat that was originally full in my throat, and the two senses became extremely distinct, very uncomfortable, I felt that the scene I saw in front of me seemed to be a little dimmer than before, and my eyes looked like those revolutionary movies that I had seen with the intellectuals in the early years, and a black halo began to appear around the screen. There was a sharp pain in my temples from the inside out, and I knew in my heart that if I continued like this, I was afraid that my little life would be lost here.

It is said that people will recall many, many things that they could never remember before before they die, so at that moment, I even had similar hallucinations, but those pictures did not seem to be when I was a child, but not long ago, and even today, we faced so many ghosts, each picture is a flash, but this short moment, but let me recall that picture clearly, I seem to be standing in the perspective of a third person, because in these pictures I saw myself, and I also saw Qin Bukong and Songzi.

yes, how are these two guys doing now. I held my breath and turned my head slightly with great effort, and saw Qin Bukong grinning, sticking out his tongue, his eyes staring at the white ghost in front of him, his eyes bulging out and full of bloodshots, I guess I probably looked like this. Then he glanced at the pine nuts on the ground, his feet kept kicking back and forth on the ground, very similar to watching his father kill chickens when he was a child, after cutting his neck, the chicken kept kicking his legs on the ground, very cruel, it is estimated that in another ten seconds, I will also become a chicken to be slaughtered.

Thinking of this, the only trace of reason left in my heart was suddenly filled with grief and indignation. I thought in my heart that I would die anyway, even if Lao Tzu died, he couldn't make you so happy. So I stretched out my hands, as always, with my palms together, and hit the sides of the white grimace in front of me, but this blow came from my palm very distinctly, but it was not so obvious, because my shoulders were cold and painful, and the arms and palms under my shoulders were numb with some blood at the moment. But I knew that I had hit something this time, because my palms weren't close together, and they were about two inches apart. And after this palm, the eyeballs on the white grimace in front of me suddenly gurgled and rolled a few times, and then two mung bean-sized eyes stared at me directly, and that feeling seemed to tell me with their eyes, die, don't struggle, you are going to die soon.

I didn't think about it that much, maybe at the moment of crisis, people will always burst out with some power beyond their own cognition, and before the brain can react, the body is already starting to act. My hands began to pick up the pale grimace in order, and then the palm of my hand moved slightly in the direction of its front, freeing up my two thumbs, and then bending and clasping it hard, I inserted my two thumbs into those two eyes.

It was a very strange feeling, first of all, my numb fingers actually felt a warm feeling when they inserted them into their eyes, and they didn't seem to be so numb. Secondly, its eyes are not like the touch of thick cotton as I imagined, on the contrary, they are much harder. I didn't insert it all at once, but jerkily, one by one, and the feeling was not even fleshy, but more like the feeling of inserting my finger into the tender white melon after eating a piece of watermelon.

Originally, this was a scoundrel's playful style, inserting people's eyes, which was the same as kicking other people's lives when fighting, although it was possible to get a short-term victory, but the tricks were despicable after all. But at this moment, my only trick to fight for my life has received a miraculous effect, the cold feeling on my shoulder disappeared in an instant, and the feeling of cold leaving was very fast, along my shoulder like a light air, rising into my brain, and then swishing from the top of my head was gone, but when I paused in my head, I had a little spasmodic pain in the back of my head, very similar to eating a popsicle in a hurry, and the feeling of spasm all of a sudden.

And as this feeling left my body, my breathing was immediately clear, the warm air flow ceased to bubble out, and my eyes and ears suddenly understood a lot, like a drunken man suddenly sobering up, my body felt extremely happy, and the white ghost threw its head back and roared, and the voice was the same as at the beginning, as if it had been plucked out of the tongue, and then it grabbed my hand.

I was startled and quickly withdrew my hand, and when the two fingers were pulled out of each other's eyes, there was a feeling of pulling a knife out of the pork, which was frankly quite refreshing. I saw that the white ghost began to cover his eyes with two pale and weak hands, and kept twisting his upper body, and because of the slender fingers, even if they were close together, there would be a large gap, and at the same time as it shook, I clearly saw a puff of white smoke rising from its fingers, and the speed of the smoke was not slow, but rather rapid, a little like when boiling water, the moment the water boiled, it broke through the lid of the kettle.

I didn't have time to think about it, and when this guy hugged his head and yelled, I immediately reached out and took out my token from my bag, and quickly stabbed the thunder fire on the top book, stabbed the pen a few times, and stomped three feet in a row, and then I used all my strength to make the thunder fire order in my hand, and I even jumped up and slammed it towards the ghost's head.