monument

Chapter 77
This horse face is not as easy to talk as other ghost messengers at all, he doesn't talk about affection at all, and directly wants to lock the soul lock on Jiang Ke's body again.

Jiang Ke's soul was already very weak after being tossed a lot, and it couldn't stand the bondage of the soul lock.

As soon as the chain was on his body, he collapsed to the ground, moaning in pain.

"My lord!" Zhang Wanmo couldn't stand it any longer, and directly stood in front of Niutou.

"Huang Mao Xiaoer! How dare you block the way! Do you know how many things have been broken by your blocking?" Niu Tou also came over, his big nostrils were breathing heavily, and his eyes stared at us as if they were about to fall out.

Other ghost messengers also came out of the door one after another, and the fleeing ghosts in the surrounding area were all controlled, and the bull-headed horse-face finally had time to face us.

"My lord, all the escaped ghosts have been controlled, only the one on the [-]th floor, let it run away." The ghost messenger who is reporting to the bull-headed horse face, cast a glance at Jiang Ke, "This ghost that should have died early How should it be handled?"

"How to deal with it, how to deal with it." He said, and handed the iron chain in his hand, along with Jiang Ke, to the ghost messenger.

"My lord! Please forgive me!" I just took a step forward.

The iron chain in the bull's head swung towards me.

The iron chain, which seemed to be light and fluffy, landed on my body and scratched fiercely, and a tingling burning sensation immediately appeared on my skin.

"Chen Xing!" Yan Shuyuan stepped forward to support me worriedly, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." I shook my head.

They must not just let them lock up Jiang Ke's soul and take it away.

"My lord! I beg you to forgive Jiang Ke, the one from the eighteenth floor of hell, no matter what it is, I will help you catch it back."

"What a big tone." The bull head and the horse face looked at me, and even the ghost who was holding Jiang Ke's soul lock stopped and looked at me in shock.

"Speaking of which, the thing that escaped has some relationship with you. What you did for Jiang Ke can be written off, and Jiang Ke will go to reincarnate properly. Come here."

I obediently stepped forward.

The bull's head took a breath of hot air, and there was a drop of red blood in the center of the monster-like palm.

With a flick of his hand, the blood instantly melted into the center of my brow.

I shivered, feeling my bone-chilling cold.

"This is a drop of heart and soul from that thing. With it, you will feel it no matter whether it is a human or a ghost." He raised his hand again, and the soul lock was retracted into his hand, "Jiang Ke, you just follow let's go."

The door slowly disappeared, and I stood where I was, with lingering fear in my heart.

"It's over, Chen Xing! You've caused a catastrophe!" Zhang Wanmo began to pluck his hair with a headache, "What kind of fun is that locked in the [-]th floor of hell? Why did you just agree? My aunt!"

"Chen Xing, are you okay?" Yan Shuyuan also walked over.

I looked up at him, it wasn't Yan Shuyuan, it was Yan Shuhang whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

"It's okay." I waved my hands and stood up.

"It's done." Zhang Wanmo was already slumped, and he sat on the ground, "God!"

"Get up, there's still a lot of work to do."

I kicked Zhang Wanmo.

Jiang Ke's matter is finally done, and the big stone in my heart has also fallen.

Early the next morning, Zhang Wanmo slammed the door of my room hard, "Little Xing! Come out! I had a nightmare yesterday! I dreamed that we agreed with the bull head and horse face, and we were going to catch that prisoner who escaped from the [-]th floor of hell." Toy!"

I opened the door, and he looked at me in a daze, "It turns out, this is not a dream, it's over, it's over, this time I'm really dead."

"???"

It wasn't a dream in the first place, maybe Zhang Wanmo didn't want to accept this reality all the time.

"Look at yourself." He pointed to the center of my brow.

I looked at the full-length mirror at the door, and there was a small red spot between my eyebrows, like a mole, and I could feel a bump when I touched it.

"This is the 'deed', the 'deed' between you and Niutou, now you can't even renege on your debt."

"Are you all up? Good morning." Yan Shuyuan walked over with sleepy eyes.

"Yan Shuhang?" It seems that even Zhang Wanmo can tell the difference, "Why are you here?"

"Huh? I looked at the time and came over to ask you to have breakfast?"

"I didn't mean that. Forget it. Let's go. Find a place to fill your stomach first." What Zhang Wanmo wanted to ask was why he ran out again.

Summer vacation is drawing to a close.

During this summer vacation, although we found a lot of ghosts in Tomb Mountain, I lost my best friend Jiang Ke forever.

Just when we were about to go to the location of the last ghost provided by Yanshuang, I received a call from Yanshuang.

She was crying on the other end of the phone, saying that she couldn't take it anymore and asked me to save her.

In fact, the ghost-faced sores on Yan Shuang's body are of the same type as raising a kid. The difference is that raising a kid has a certain chance to control it, while ghost-faced sores, once they develop, are sure to die.

It's just how long you live.

But now it seems that Yan Shuang is about to die.

It's only been three months since we last met.

It seems that Yan Shuang persisted for a shorter time than we thought.

Because of the riots in the underworld, Ge Mingyi said that he wanted to go back to his teacher's school to see the situation, and then only I, Yan Shuhang, and Zhang Wanmo went back to school.

When we got off the plane, Yan Shuang couldn't wait to ask us to meet.

She looked more and more beautiful and seemed to be doing well, but when she saw us, she cried.

"Xing Xing!" This was the first time she called me by my nickname, "You must, must save me."

I stifled her crying and pulled her aside alone, and she unzipped her skirt to show me.

The ghost face sore is much bigger than it was three months ago, and it looks lifelike.

Yao Po sensed movement and slowly opened her eyes, "Little girl, long time no see."

I immediately covered her with Yan Shuang's clothes.

"You can also see that she is getting bigger and bigger, and her nose and eyes are protruding." Yan Shuang held my hand in fear, "Xing Xing, what should I do? I was obsessed with ghosts at the time, and I I already knew I was wrong."

No, I don't think she felt wrong at all, just afraid of death.

Otherwise, you wouldn't wait until now to come to me.

Obviously, it can be solved when she realizes that the ghost face sores are growing, but it is greed that makes her compromise again and again.

The end of the ghost face sore is very miserable. The ghost face on the body will grow bigger and bigger until the face becomes like a normal person, and then it will break out from the host's body. This situation is a new life for the ghost.

Yan Shuang hadn't been saved from the very beginning, all she could do now was to reduce her pain, whether it was physical or psychological.

(End of this chapter)