The business object is the top furnace tripod

coming!Ji Zhichang became vigilant, and Xing Ji also tensed up.

The temperature in the villa dropped sharply, and Ji Zhichang could feel that thing was watching them, but he couldn't lock its position.

"Be careful." Ji Zhichang reminded.

The two stood back to back, at this moment a small hand rushed out of the room, Xing Ji pushed Ji Zhichang away, and in the next instant, countless hands rushed out from around the villa, accompanied by a disgusting feeling. bloody smell.

"Tsk..." Ji Zhichang dodged and took out a spell to attack these things, but these hands are like hair strands, if one is broken, it will grow back immediately.

If things go on like this, they will only be exhausted. Ji Zhichang observed calmly, and he found that only one direction had the least number of ghost hands.

Xing Ji seemed to have discovered this, he shouted to Ji Zhichang: "Go this way."

Ji Zhichang ran over, and the two ran up the stairs. There are many rooms on the second floor. Ji Zhichang was not sure which room the evil thing was in. He and Xing Ji looked at each other, and they split up.

"Hahahaha..." A child's laughter from far and near appeared in the corridor on the second floor.

Ji Zhichang held the spell tightly, and he followed the sound and pushed open a door. The room was extremely dark, and there was a table inside for worship.

And there is a wooden box in the middle of the table, the part facing the outside of the box is glass, and the inside is empty, only some black things can be seen.

This should be the place where Zhang Yanhong used to enshrine the little ghost. Ji Zhichang walked over, and there were blood stains and some bones under the table. Seeing the shape of these bones, Ji Zhichang shuddered.

This Zhang Yanhong is really insane, she actually used a dead baby to enshrine, no wonder this little ghost is so vicious.

"Do you... want... Hong...?" A gloomy child's voice came from all around.

Ji Zhichang sneered: "You little ghost cares what people are popular or not, why don't you come out and let's play games together."

There was a hint of danger in his voice, and after a few gusts of wind blew, Ji Zhi used his arms to cover his face.

When the wind stopped, he lowered his arms and found a cloud of black air in the distance. The black air surged in the air, revealing an evil nature that could not be ignored.

Ji Zhichang squinted his eyes, there was a small figure in the middle of the black air, this kid really came out.

"Playing... what...?" the little ghost said slowly with a smile, the black air dissipated a little, and Ji Zhichang was really terrified when he saw his appearance.

Such a level of evil should be higher than that of refining qi. Demons and heretics have no scruples, and naturally they are easier to become stronger than righteous monks.

Ji Zhichang couldn't act rashly, so he said: "It's better to hide and seek, you catch me, and I come to find your real body, you can't use those hands."

The little devil's mouth parted to show a frightening smile, and it said, "Okay..."

Then, the little ghost turned around and started counting. It spoke slowly, and Ji Zhi often wanted to find the little ghost's body at this time and destroy it.

He ran out of the house and joined Xing Ji.

"The main body?" Xing Ji asked, and Ji Zhichang nodded.

"The reason why this brat can blatantly appear in front of us is because its body is hidden. If we don't find out the body, we have nothing to do with it." Ji Zhichang explained.

Xing Ji had walked through many rooms on the second floor, but he didn't find anything strange.

"What is its body?" Xing Ji asked while searching.

Ji Zhichang: "It should be a baby corpse."

Xing Ji paused, thinking of the scene in his dream where Zhang Yanhong was killed, he immediately said, "Go to the first floor."

Ji Zhi often guessed what he knew by looking at his expression, but just as the two reached the stairs, the little ghost's counting voice suddenly stopped.

"Is not fun……"

Ji Zhichang's heart skipped a beat, and the brat repented.

"Go down quickly." Ji Zhichang yelled, and he and Xing Ji started to run downstairs, but the stairs seemed to be extended for some reason, and they couldn't reach the bottom anyway.

Ji Zhi often threw the spell around, but it was of no use. Seeing this, Xing Ji remembered what Ji Zhichang told him before entering the house, so he tore off the pendant around his neck.

In an instant, the power in his body overflowed, the surrounding space distorted, and the scene in front of him seemed to become clearer.

So Xing Ji took Ji Zhichang's hand and said, "Go this way."

They broke through the barrier set up by the little ghost and came to the stairs on the first floor, where Zhang Yanhong died.

"In the dream, the kid's head came out from here." Xing Ji said.

Ji Zhichang: "Dig the floor."

The two started to fight, but how could the kid give up so easily, those hands attacked again, Ji Zhichang raised his head and said: "I will restrain it, you continue to dig."

The floor was made of tiles, and it was impossible for Xing Ji to dig it out with bare hands, so he found a stick and began to pry the floor.

The speed of that hand was getting faster and faster, even like a spider's web, and in the middle of the web, the creepy head of the kid appeared.

"Go...die...go...die..." the kid muttered viciously, it was completely enraged.

In an instant, more hands attacked Ji Zhichang, Ji Zhichang dodged the front and rear ones, and hit him directly from the side, Ji Zhichang fell in front of Xing Ji, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Ji Zhichang!" Xing Ji shouted.

"I'm fine." Ji Zhichang got up, and when Xing Ji saw this, he used his hands hard, and even the veins on the back of his hands burst out. Then, the floor and a ten-centimeter-thick cement board were pried up together.

There was a more foul smell coming from inside. Xing Ji looked down and found that it was a mummy about [-] to [-] centimeters long. The mummy was curled up, and Ji Zhichang shouted, "Use your blood."

After he finished speaking, he was hit on the chest with one hand, Ji Zhichang covered his chest and took a few steps back suddenly, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

After hearing this, Xing Ji bit his finger, and a drop of righteousness full of the power of the furnace top dripped on the mummy, making a "Zla" sound like frying.

The next moment, those hands disappeared, and there was the scream of the imp in the air, and Ji Zhichang covered his ears.

Soon the screams disappeared, the mummy disintegrated into fly ash, and the previously "lively" villa immediately fell silent.

"That's it...?" Xing Ji didn't expect it to be so simple.

Ji Zhichang wanted to smile at him and say it was that simple, but his chest hurt and he staggered.

Xing Ji's expression tightened, and he walked over a few steps and hugged Ji Zhichang horizontally. Ji Zhichang leaned on Xing Ji's shoulder and said, "Thank you."

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Xing Ji carried him out.

Ji Zhichang said: "No need."

It is estimated that his injury will be hotly searched again when he goes to the hospital, but if Xing Ji is willing to give him a little power from the furnace top, he will naturally recover faster.

However, with the previous incident, Ji Zhichang was really embarrassed to say it.

Xing Ji put him on the co-pilot and was not in a hurry to go to the driver's seat. He looked at Ji Zhichang and said, "Open your mouth."

"Huh?" Ji Zhichang was puzzled, and in the next second, his lips were kissed, soft lips rubbed against his lips, and the turbulent force rushed straight to Baihui.

Ji Zhichang's eyes moistened, not because he was touched, but because he was completely amused.

Xing Ji didn't know how long the kiss lasted. When the lips parted, Ji Zhichang's mind was still blank. He watched Xing Ji wipe off the drool on his lips, and then closed the passenger's door.

When the car started, Ji Zhichang stared at the dark road ahead and began to wonder if he was dreaming.