Bend that ghost

When Wen Zhijiang woke up, Lu Li was no longer there. It was still dark, and the European-style wall clock on the wall showed three o'clock in the morning.

Wen Zhijiang, who is in a spiritual state, doesn't need to sleep, but he still likes this kind of work and rest when he was a human. Unfortunately, although he can fall asleep, he can't restore the sleep quality of the human period.

He tilted his head to look at the slightly wrinkled sheets, and covered them with his hands. The man still had breath, but it was cold.

Sighing slightly, thinking about the incident between the two of them before going to bed, his cheeks still couldn't help turning red, and he couldn't help cursing himself for being worthless, obviously he is a medical student, facing the human body...he should always have the upper hand Bar? ?

But he was suppressed by that guy and couldn't turn over. Wen Zhijiang's eyes were unpredictable, and a cold breath came over him suddenly. Wen Zhijiang's expression was serious, and he was a little dumbfounded. Just after he educated the local old ghost, another ghost came to the door ?

There was a wave of resentment, and Wen Zhijiang was even more keenly aware of a trace of blood, squinting his eyes slightly, he was still a ghost who had already killed someone.

But Wen Zhijiang was in no hurry. Ghosts were definitely low-level creatures. In Lu Li's words, they were worse than monsters, and they could bully ordinary people.

However, Wen Zhijiang is not a human being, nor can he be completely regarded as a ghost.

After Lu Li told him how to use his power, Wen Zhijiang only frightened Feng Zhen for a while. Now that someone came to him, he could try to see how strong he is against the ghost.

The light yellow desk lamp at the head of the bed was suddenly extinguished, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness, and the cold air was even worse. Wen Zhijiang was shocked to find that scarlet blood was seeping from the wall, flowing down the wall, converging into a pool of blood, and the pool of blood continued to expand , a substantial figure suddenly walked out from behind the bloody wall, the tone said that it was walking, rather it was fluttering mechanically, the whole body was floating stiffly up and down, the knee-length pure white dress, the shawl and long hair covered with blood Wet, the forehead sunken to form a bloody hole, the bridge of the nose collapsed, and the whole face could not be seen as a human figure at all.

Even though Wen Zhijiang was used to bloody scenes, he was shocked by this man's appearance. He knew that some evil spirits would maintain their pre-death state, but he didn't quite understand the thoughts of these ghosts. Why did they maintain their ugly appearance before death?

Although he is not a face controler, he at least has a normal aesthetic. Anyone who sees such a face at night will spit out the overnight meal.

Wen Zhijiang sighed, being a ghost requires dignity, why make yourself like this?

Although he didn't say this, he silently moved his eyes away from the woman's horrific face, and a faintly gloomy woman's voice sounded: "Young Lord of Yinshan, I heard that you are carrying the treasure of Yinshan, why don't you lend me a hand?" use."

Wen Zhijiang raised his eyebrows. The fox demon blocking the way and the kid in the cemetery all mentioned this so-called treasure that day, so this female ghost came here for it?

But what makes Wen Zhijiang a little annoyed is the tone of this female ghost, really thinking that she is a ghost?That tone was as if the treasure belonged to her, and she just came over to take it away.

Although Wen Zhijiang is usually cold and indifferent, he has a strong sense of territoriality, which is probably a man's instinct. He wants his things as a matter of course, and Wen Zhijiang almost feels like being laughed at.

"You also said that the thing is mine." Wen Zhijiang said indifferently, he didn't pay attention to the fierce ghost in front of him at all, the fierce look in his half-closed eyes could be called contempt, and he asked mockingly: "Why should I borrow you? "

Although the female ghost's appearance was bloody and bloody, she was obviously taken aback by Wen Zhijiang's reaction, and her heart beat.

The reason why she dared to come is because now the psychic world is saying that the young master of Yinshan has never practiced the Yinshan method for more than [-] years, and he has no understanding of the psychic world, and he is still a new dead ghost, so she came first on purpose After some frightening tricks, she appeared with this terrifying face, but when she saw Wen Zhijiang's ancient and calm eyes, she was a little puzzled.

Is this really a new ghost?No... is that really a ghost?

Although the whole body is surrounded by Yin Qi, it doesn't look like a new dead ghost.

But she didn't borrow Yinshou from the underworld, and she took human life with her hands. Once she was brought back to the underworld, she would have no hope of reincarnation. That mysterious Yinshan treasure was her last hope. Since Young Master Yinshan doesn't want to give it to me, I have no choice but to take it myself!"

Who gave you the courage?The corners of Wen Zhijiang's eyes twitched, and he glanced at the female ghost thoughtfully, his calm and breezy appearance ignored her at all, and at this moment Wen Zhijiang was still pondering whether the female ghost died too early or too soon. Aloof, even dared to come to him single-handedly after the local old ghost was exhausted.

The female ghost who was approaching froze suddenly, and now she was really frozen in place. An extremely powerful coercion enveloped the entire room, and the space around her seemed to freeze, and the whole person seemed to be imprisoned. Unable to move, the absolute suppression made her feel chills and fear from the bottom of her heart.

And Wen Zhijiang got out of the bed barefoot with his arms around his shoulders. To him, there was no difference whether there was light or not. He frowned in the darkness and said, "Can you talk to me with a different face?"

Facing this face whose facial features could not be seen clearly, Wen Zhijiang really couldn't arouse the interest of speaking.

"..." The female ghost gritted her teeth, and put away that terrifying look, and immediately revealed a pale and slightly charming face, and even the blood on her hair disappeared.

She still doesn't know how Wen Zhijiang made the move, but now she is forced to succumb by that forceful aura, which is a kind of surrender deep in the soul, powerless to the superior.

She didn't know what was going on, but Wen Zhijiang knew very well, because the day Lu Li first arrived at Jiang's house, he passed on the inheritance of Yinshan Mountain to him. There was a pure black mark on his left chest, which is said to be the generation of the Lord of Yinshan Mountain. Inherited Inheritance - Yinshan Seal.

This seal has a main seal, and the rest of the disciples are sub-seals separated from the main seal.

And the Yinshan seal on Wen Zhijiang's body is the main seal that only the headmaster of Yinshan has.

The Lord of the Yin Mountain is like the King of Ghosts in the Yang World.

Wen Zhijiang stroked the fabric of his arm with his fingertips, and said thoughtfully: "Tell me, who told you that I have a treasure in my hand?"

He doesn't know the slightest bit about the enemy now, and this feeling of being a knife and me being a fish makes him very aggrieved.

The female ghost's eyes were filled with unwillingness, and she still replied: "The treasures of the Yin Mountain are naturally in the hands of the Lord of the Yin Mountain. Now that you inherit the Yin Mountain, everyone in the psychic world knows that the treasure is in your hands, or..." Her eyes rolled , and asked maliciously: "Did Mr. Lu not give this thing to Young Master Wen?"

Wen Zhijiang sneered, did he really think he couldn't hear this woman's obvious provocation?

If he had found out about this when he just died, he might really have suspected Lu Li, but Lu Li had sacrificed his life to protect him several times, and even fell in love so deeply that he had been unknown for seven years, so how could he have doubted him?This woman, she made a wrong calculation.