"Spare, spare, spare my life!"

Looking at the evil spirit in front of him that had become eroded and transformed into a human form, Gao Weiguang dragged out his last breath and begged for mercy from his throat.

But it’s too late.

Ten twisting and boundless black nails crawled up Gao Weiguang's neck like snakes.

Click!

Blood splattered on the walls, and Gao Weiguang died on the spot.

When he died, a trace of regret flashed through his brain, eventually spreading to his blood-red eyes.

"I'm going to... kill your whole family!"

The terrifying roar instantly spread throughout the entire room and living room.

Xia Shujuan was still struggling to death. When she heard the howl of ghosts and wolves, she froze in fear again. The instinct of survival had erased the price of the dress in her brain.

She desperately crawled towards Xiao Song, begging for his mercy.

Although my legs were stiff and numb, my hands still struggled to grasp the ground.

His fingernails were cracked, he was bleeding from digging, his eyes were bulging anxiously, and the veins on his neck were bulging. At first glance, it seemed that he was not here for survival, but for revenge!

Xiao Song instinctively kicked her in the face again.

At this moment, she no longer felt that she was punishing her boss, but that she was kicking a pile of dead flesh, a zombie, which had made her disgusted to the point of terrifying psychological defense level.

"Xiao Song..."

Xia Shujuan's voice trembled.

I was so frightened by the ghost that I forgot about the pain, and all I could think about was pleading for Xiao Song's pity.

Still unyielding, she crawled forward with all her strength. There was a "magical power" in her brain that constantly supported her to live and live.

"Xiao Song, I will give you 100 million, you...you save me!"

"As long as you save me...Xiao Song, Xiao..."

Paji!

Another kick.

Hearing Xia Shujuan's voice, Xiao Song felt disgusted and horrified. He could not think of money.

She was extremely scared. Now it was no longer the ghost at the door, but the woman in front of her who frightened her more than the ghost...the old woman...the old aunt!

We must get rid of her first, she is scarier than a ghost!

In a hurry, he saw another iron rod on the ground. In a hurry, he hurriedly grabbed it in his hand, aimed it at her head and beat it straight down.

"Bah!"

At this moment, Xiao Song couldn't feel his cruelty, but felt that he was a victory...a pleasure he had never experienced before.

Bang!

With a dull loud noise, a blood hole the size of a fist was knocked out of Xia Shujuan's head, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Part of it splashed directly onto Xiao Song’s white work clothes.

Xiao Song was so frightened that he staggered and collapsed on the ground.

The strange thing is that Xia Shujuan is still not dead, and that magical power still seems to be effective.

Urging her to live...live!

Xia Shujuan murmured:

"Live, live, eight, eight hundred million, me, mine."

"I, I haven't spent...living, living..."

While talking to himself with difficulty, he suddenly thought that the 800,000 bonus for today's live broadcast had not yet been settled. Suddenly, the magical power increased a bit.

"Xiao, Xiao Song, save, save me!"

His whole head was stained red with blood!

Xiao Song was so frightened that he cried!

Oh my god! Why is she not dead yet?

Her brains popped out! Ah! She’s not dead... Ah!

She, is she a monster?

At this time, Xiao Song was already mentally disturbed and did not dare to fight anymore. She had been completely conquered by her tenacity.

In her eyes, the woman in front of her is a madman, she doesn't know pain at all, she is a monster!

She has forgotten the ghost in the room.

She has completely shocked people.

"Please, please let me go, please, please..."

She cried and begged for mercy, and her body began to retreat uncontrollably. She was so scared that she had gone crazy.

Her hand suddenly touched the strip of cloth, which was like a magical possession, instantly triggering her nerves to escape.

"Run! Run...I run!"

She shouted wildly.

She had no way out. Although she vaguely thought of her colleague Xiaojiao falling from here because the rope broke, what better choice could there be?

She has no choice.

He grabbed the cloth, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and jumped down.

........

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Emergency time.

The entrance door has been broken open by Zhao Zhengyang.

Seeing that the person on the ground had no vital signs, he quickly ran towards the living room.

Fang Zheng followed at the end.

When I saw the middle-aged man who had died stiffly on the ground, he looked eighty-nine times like Gao Xiaofei, so I concluded that he was Gao Xiaofei's father.

The death was extremely miserable.

His hands made a begging gesture, and his two eyeballs bulged strangely, which was very scary.

A member of the Folklore Bureau stepped forward and explained with a serious expression:

"The bulging eyeballs indicate that the deceased regretted something very much before death, and the hands begging for mercy indicate that the deceased had a strong desire to live."

Fang Zheng said: "Yes! This is very obvious!"

After saying that, out of respect for the corpse, he stretched out his hand and pressed the bulging eyes into the eye sockets, and stroked them three times in a row before reluctantly closing the eyelids.

I couldn't help but sigh:

"It's so miserable!"

I couldn't help but shudder, and once again I was lucky to be alive.

After passing the oversized living room and arriving at the side room, Zhao Zhengyang finally saw the so-called clone.

At the same time, I also sensed some life breath from the powerful ghost energy.

Although it is very weak, it is indeed the breath of life.

"Xiaotian, go and save people, let me deal with this kid."

"Yes."

Assistant Xiaotian led people to other side rooms.

"Little devil, where can I escape!"

With a command, Zhao Zhengyang waved his embroidered spring knife and slashed at the evil ghost in front of him.

The evil ghost looks almost the same as the little ghost, but now his face is covered with corpse spots, many parts of his body have rotted, and even his bones are exposed.

The shroud on his body was in clumps, and the stench was extremely bad. The whole body looked like it was made of a pile of garbage, which was unsightly.

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Zhao Zhengyang felt extremely sick even when the sword was used, for fear of contaminating his guardian spirit.

Unexpectedly, the ghost was agile and dodged with a huff.

All of this relies on its powerful ghost aura, which is almost as good as Zhao Zhengyang's guardian spirit aura. If one cannot suppress the other, then you can only use your mental strength.
To be continued...