Unlimited cheating in the horror world

The female ghost said these two words in a melodious, affectionate way, which almost broke Yang Zhong's heart, and even made him want to jump into the well with the female ghost.

But he quickly came back to his senses, "You can still confuse people."

But the female ghost didn't speak any more, she just walked back into the well slowly until her feet disappeared.

Yang Zhong didn't know what she wanted to do, but he subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave here.

He didn't turn around, just stepped back like this, and didn't take a few steps to try to touch the door, but his calf was the first to encounter an obstacle, and it didn't reach his knee, but there was nothing blocking the courtyard door at all.

In the blink of an eye again, he didn't retreat to find the door, he simply retreated to the well.

There was also the sound of opera behind him, and a hand grabbed his leg.

Yang Zhong quickly turned his head and chopped off, but the female ghost moved even faster and directly pulled him down the well.

Before Yang Zhong had time to cut the ghost, he felt severe pain in his calf. The female ghost grabbed him and broke his leg directly, and his upper body firmly grasped the edge of the well.

But the lower body has been pulled down the well, "Dou Tong! Feng Yichen! Who can hear it!"

No one responded, Yang Zhong picked up the mahogany sword and pierced it without looking down, but the female ghost bit his calf.

"ah!"

Yang Zhong screamed, and finally looked back, supported with one arm, and stabbed with the sword in the other, but the female ghost dragged him down again with force.

Yang Zhong couldn't support such a strong pull with one hand, and fell directly. He felt that his other leg was also broken.

After falling down the well, I felt that the space below had become larger, not as narrow as it looked from above.

"I know your name is Chen Ruoshu. We are here to help you find the truth. You can't repay your kindness with revenge."

"Hehehe." The female ghost appeared with a grin, still with her head down, but she didn't approach Yang Zhong.

"Lang Jun, return with me quickly—"

Yang Zhong felt pain in his body and was terrified in his heart, so he couldn't help yelling: "Go to Nima!"

The female ghost sang a song by herself again.

Yang Zhong took out all the talismans on his body and stuck them on his body. Even if he wasted, other taskers would find him, and he must not die in the hands of this ghost.

Seeing that he was covered with talismans, the female ghost stopped singing, and her eyes were full of malice.

Soon Yang Zhong felt a change under his body, as if something was about to break through the ground.

He struggled to get up and leave the field, but there was already a hand in the soil grabbing his broken leg, tightly entangled him to prevent him from moving away.

Yang Zhong raised his hand and struck with the mahogany sword, the skeleton hand immediately let go and melted, accompanied by this scream.

However, there were other hands breaking through the soil to grab him, and some of them touched the magic talisman, and saw the fiery red light flash by, and the ghost had to scream and be burned to death.

It's just that after a while, all the talismans on Yang Zhong's body were touched. Although those ghosts were also wiped out, the most powerful female ghost was still nearby.

Without the obstruction of the magic talisman, the remaining ghost hands grabbed Yang Zhong one by one and pressed him into the soil with force.

Yang Zhong also frantically swung the mahogany sword, "Do you think I'm afraid? Let's see if you die first or I die first!"

He stabbed those ghost hands with his still movable hand. The mahogany sword was so powerful that most of the ghost hands were wiped out soon.

When he wanted to continue, Tao Mujian was grabbed by a hand.

It was the female ghost who was holding the mahogany sword upside down at this time, but the mahogany sword was not something a ghost could touch, and smoke came out of its hand immediately.

"Ah—" It didn't expect the mahogany sword to be so powerful.

Seeing this, Yang Zhong turned the sword in his hand, and stabbed forward with all his strength. The female ghost was injured and couldn't dodge, and was directly pierced through the neck.

Immediately, a red light flashed on the female ghost's body, and she was not completely wiped out, but the situation was not much better, her body was somewhat transparent.

Yang Zhong laughed, "If you want to kill me, you don't even know who I am."

But the female ghost rushed forward again, and Yang Zhong immediately blocked it with the mahogany sword. The female ghost was scalded, but the mahogany sword was also seriously worn out, and the body of the sword turned black.

Seemingly knowing that the mahogany sword wouldn't last long, the female ghost asked in a sinister tone, "Who are you?"

Yang Zhong finally showed a terrified expression on his face. The female ghost was very satisfied with this, and directly broke the mahogany sword with all her strength, but the sword also played its final role, flashing golden light to repel the female ghost.

Yang Zhong hadn't had time to be happy, the soil under his body churned even more violently.

A hand broke out of the ground and grabbed his hand, and then crawled out with the whole body. The familiar grimace looked at him. Although he was not glowing red like before, Yang Zhong still recognized the ghost, it was the one who was shot. The female ghost who retreated.

"how come……"

The red-grade magic talisman had been consumed, and the mahogany sword was broken. Yang Zhong struggled to take out the last remaining white-grade magic talisman and stuck it in the ghost's hand.

But how could this grade of talisman shake such an evil spirit? After the talisman burned quickly, Yang Zhong was left in the darkness.

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In the dream, Shen Congran appeared in a smoky room.

There was a wooden barrel in the room, from where the heat came out, and there was a woman taking a bath in the barrel, even if her back was turned to her, she could tell from her fair skin and faintly visible side face that she was a beauty .

While taking a bath, she was still humming opera, and the familiar sound let Shen Congran know that this was Mrs. Eight.

But soon she felt a prying gaze, and Shen Congran looked around before leaving the room.

Then I saw a young man in a gray gown, looking through a small hole at a woman taking a bath inside.

Shen Congran frowned, this man knew that he was not a servant of this family just by looking at his clothes and his well-groomed hairstyle.

The man looked at it for a while, then stood up in panic and left, and after a while, a maid came over with a cheongsam, which should be changed for the bathing woman.

And the woman inside also stood up, let the maid who came in dry her body and put on her clothes, turned slightly to look at the hole, seemed to know that someone was peeking there before, and raised her slender and beautiful eyebrows.

Shen Congran didn't continue to look here, but went in the direction the man left.

It didn't take long to know that this young man was in the big house in the second courtyard, this is his room, and now his cheeks are still flushed.

"Eldest Young Master, Eldest Madam wants you to go." A maid shouted after entering the door.

Shen Congran was a little surprised, the eldest young master was the son of Master Duan, but the guy who peeked just now was his concubine.

It's really a wealthy family with a lot of blood, no wonder the eldest wife said that the eighth wife can't stay, probably because she saw her son's unspoken intentions towards the eighth wife.

The young master also came back to his senses, "Understood, I'll go later." Then he collected his thoughts before getting up and leaving.

Shen Congran followed the young master's footsteps all the way to the backyard, and the maid took the young master directly to the eldest wife's house, and at this time there was singing in the yard.

The maid showed a bored expression, but still lowered her head and led the young master away.

And the young master frequently looked in the direction where the music came from, knowing that his servants would not watch his movements.