The bodies of eight people.
No, it's ten.
Including the female ghost and the proprietress of this hotel.
This is a ghost hotel.
Yu Moqian came to the door with Bai Weiwei on his back, and the female ghost in the corridor rolled around in the golden net with a hideous face.
Seeing the ghost, Bai Weiwei retreated again.
She buried her head in his back and said cautiously, "Brother Yu, won't you send this ghost away?"
Yu Moqian said: "She has a lot of sins, she doesn't need to be saved, just destroy it on the spot."
Then he put Bai Weiwei down and put the peach wood sword in her hand.
"Kill her."
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Yu Moqian saw her stunned expression, and finally couldn't help pinching her face with his hands, and said loudly, "What a coward, you're not just a kid, just a bunch of obsessions, go and hack her to death."
Bai Weiwei: "I'm afraid..."
Yu Moqian raised his eyebrows, "What's there to be afraid of, this golden net is made of your yang energy."
Bai Weiwei hesitated, "Otherwise, I'll give you a little more yang, and you can kill it."
Yu Moqian was speechless, counseling to become this virtue.
What can he say
Bai Weiwei held the sword, and when she saw that the ghost seemed to be crawling over again, she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Then she heard Yu Moqian sigh lightly.
"I've never taught such a timid student."
After speaking, Yu Moqian reached out and patted her head.
Bai Weiwei frowned and raised her head, a cold lip had already pressed against her soft lips.
She was stunned for a moment, her eyelashes trembled, and she swept to the eyelid that Yu Moqian had pasted.
Her breathing was messy by herself, and she felt that her lips were cold, but she didn't dare to move.
Yu Moqian closed his eyes and kissed for a while, then backed away and opened his eyes, then turned his head and said coldly, "Borrow the yang qi."
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Although I know that Yu Moqian's character is unlikely to take advantage of her.
But this posture of borrowing yang is too ambiguous.
Bai Weiwei looked at him with his body tense and his back to her.
She couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to borrow some more?"
Yu Moqian coughed lightly, then stretched out his hand to cover his lips, and said in a muffled voice, "No need."
After speaking, Yu Mo moved to the golden net.
The female ghost seemed to know that she was going to lose her soul.
Immediately, she pulled her face tightly with both hands, and all the traces of blood and flesh were blurred.
"I haven't found him, I haven't found the heartbreaker, I can't go."
Yu Moqian: "You don't have to go, just disappear on the spot."
After he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the net, and when he pulled it, the female ghost in the net began to shatter.
A shrill voice sounded.
"Why stop me, why?"
Yu Moqian turned his back to Bai Weiwei, his eyes full of enchanting mist, there was a hint of darkness to the extreme coldness.
A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"When you die, you should disappear, instead of clinging to the world. It is obviously a foreign object that does not belong to this world, and it should be cut off and eliminated."
His voice was terrifyingly cold.
The strength of the fingers also pulled the net slowly and cruelly.
The net turned into a sharp blade, lingering the ghost's soul a little bit.
In the end, the female ghost resented and roared and disappeared in the silent and dilapidated corridor.
The golden net also disappeared.
Bai Weiwei was holding the peach wood sword and saw him half squatting on the ground, not moving.
Didn't the ghost kill it
What is he still looking at
There was a flash of vigilance in Bai Weiwei's eyes, but thinking that the target of this raid was very gentle, she boldly walked over.
"Brother Yu?"