The female ghost has been running after her, clinging to her back.
Bai Weiwei's mind was blank, and she remembered her yellow talisman, and then she took out a yellow talisman and wanted to stick it on the female ghost's face.
The screams came from nowhere.
Startled Bai Weiwei, Huang Fu actually stuck to her hair instead of the ghost's face.
Hair suddenly burned.
A violent force appeared in the yellow talisman, burning a yellow flame.
The female ghost screamed mournfully, and her pale face suddenly bleeds.
Bai Weiwei's feet shook and she fell down the stairs.
She hit the wall in the stairwell, feeling dizzy.
"Are you OK."
A nice low voice sounded.
Bai Weiwei twitched her lips, "No, it's fine."
After she finished speaking, she looked up, but saw a pair of feet, wearing black cloth shoes, and the cloth shoes floated five centimeters off the ground.
Then she looked up and saw Yu Moqian's handsome face.
He casually played with the pen with his fingers, not wearing the school uniform again.
Rather, it's back to what it was.
He was wearing a dark blue men's long gown with a beautiful Hetian jade pendant hanging from his waist.
Long black hair in a braid fell behind his head, following his floating body, and tossing it from time to time.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his dark, dull eyes had a deadly delicacy.
If not for his feet off the ground.
Bai Weiwei will feel that the young man in front of her is handsome and full of aura.
It seems to have come out of the paintings of the Republic of China.
Bai Weiwei worked hard to hypnotize herself, this is the target of the strategy, the target of the strategy.
Run away now and come back later.
So Bai Weiwei stretched out her trembling hand and gently grabbed his trousers.
Then she looked up, and there was a sincere plea in her watery eyes.
"Can you save me?"
The girl's voice, as clear as spring water, seemed a little out of place in this dirty place.
The power of the yellow talisman is limited.
After the female ghost burned her hair, the flames disappeared.
The corridor returned to the darkness, the looming moonlight.
The young man's expression had a strange sense of solidification.
He said in a calm voice, with an ear-tickling tone, "Oh, let me save you?"
The female ghost jumped down from the stairs.
All the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, as if soaked with blood.
She was provoked by Bai Weiwei, full of resentment and anger, "I want you to die, I want you to die."
Bai Weiwei was frightened, and immediately stretched out her hands to hug the floating feet tightly.
Both are ghosts.
Choose a good-looking thigh hug.
Die at the hands of good-looking ghosts.
After Bai Weiwei hugged his legs, she felt a shiver, frighteningly cold.
But Yu Moqian tilted his head strangely when she rushed over and hugged his legs, seemingly puzzled.
The remaining hair of the female ghost, like spikes, crossed the handrail of the stairs and pierced Bai Weiwei's head directly.
Bai Weiwei watched in horror as the long hair attacked, she was so frightened that she closed her eyes immediately, hugged Yu Moqian's legs tightly, and rubbed her face against his dark blue robe.
Yu Moqian looked down at her like a poor little animal, trembling with fright.
His face was calm, and his fingertips were just about to touch her hair.
The female ghost's hair had already attacked, but the boy calmly raised his hand and grabbed the long hair.
There was severe pain on the female ghost's face.