"Even if I can't be resurrected successfully, I have to leave here, find the heartless man, kill you, and form a nine-corpse gathering, and I can leave."
Aunt's voice suddenly became strange.
Hoarse and sharp, young and old, as if the voices of two people overlapped together.
When Bai Weiwei's fingers stiffened, she saw the aunt's eyeballs slowly falling from the sockets, and tears turned into blood, which flowed all over her face.
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Aunt didn't care about the knife on her neck at all.
"Give me your soul, stay here instead of me, give it to me quickly."
The aunt stretched out her hand to grab her.
Bai Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and before she could dodge, the knife had already been taken away by the aunt.
She almost jumped up and ran behind Yu Moqian, hugging his waist tightly, "Yu Moqian, there's a ghost."
Yu Moqian sighed helplessly, he was so capable just now.
Why are you so cowardly now
The owner of this hotel has long been possessed by his own daughter.
The so-called words of leaving a soul are also nonsense.
To be more precise, the people who came to live in this hotel are already dead.
Because of the formation of the hotel, not everyone can come in.
It's the kind of person with a particularly heavy yin that can stray into this place.
Basically can't get out.
Bai Weiwei is obviously the physique of Little Sun, so she can even come to this hotel
Yu Moqian didn't think much about it at first.
Now that I see the formation, I feel familiar to know that it is the Nine Corpse Gathering Yin, the formation of... Tiandaomen.
But this kind of formation can actually be used to make money
In Yu Moqian's dark eyes, there was a strong killing intent.
This is against the rules.
The aunt stood up slowly, stood up straight, her head dropped strangely to her chest, and her ugly old face laughed.
"I have to go to the heartless man, I have to go to him for an explanation."
The color of the corridor was slowly soaked with blood.
Dark red, from the locked door in the corridor, continued to spread.
There was a sudden loud crash on the door.
Bump bump as if something is about to break out, and the lock is in jeopardy.
Yu Moqian held the peach wood sword and pulled a sword flower at will, then he squatted down and carried Bai Weiwei on his back with one hand.
Bai Weiwei exclaimed, "Yu Moqian?"
Yu Moqian frowned, "It's not big or small, it's called Big Brother."
Bai Weiwei: "... Big Brother."
Yu Moqian: "Well."
Yu Moqian Yu Moqian is so disrespectful, he is about a hundred years old.
He picked up his sword at random and photographed the aunt on the wall at the end of the corridor.
Big Mom twisted her limbs, like the sound of broken bones.
She let out a shrill scream.
And the ghost in the body was also knocked out from the aunt's body.
The female ghost, in a blood-stained skirt, crawled towards Yu Moqian at a strange and fast speed.
"Why, everyone has to stop me, stop me from going to him."
Yu Moqian's face was calm, like a doctor who was used to seeing wounds, his heart was still water, and his face was expressionless.
He was carrying a small sun-like yang-qi collection on his back.
Simply the best yang qi supply station.
Afraid of anything, not afraid of ghosts.
The peach wood sword in Yu Moqian's hand was thrown into the air.
He drew with one hand, and countless yellow talismans emerged from the void, and the yellow talismans burned up, emitting a golden light.
It's all pure yang.
The rays of light formed a golden net and swooped on the female ghost.
The female ghost twitched and struggled desperately in the net.