In the dim light of the living room, Yang Xuming didn't see it very real.

But the moment Wu Xingliang pulled off the lid of the wine jar, a small black shadow did suddenly jump out and directly rushed to Ying Sixue who was half a foot off the ground.

That shadow seems to be a...monkey?

Before Yang Xuming could react, an angry roar sounded in the darkness.

It seems to be an old man who is angry.

The black shadow plunged directly into the air in front of Ying Sixue, tearing something frantically.

Ying Sixue's suspended body fell sharply.

It seemed that the thing holding her neck had let go.

Yang Xuming rushed over and caught the fallen girl.

At the same time, he took out the bright red candle from his pocket and pointed it at the approximate direction of the thing.

However, the red candle did not burn, and the thing did not notice Yang Xuming at all.

In the darkness, there was the sound of rolling and collision, and it was moving away.

It seemed that the thing was trying to tear off the torn shadow on his body.

In Yang Xuming's arms, Ying Sixue coughed painfully.

The pain of suffocation finally awakened her from the nightmare she couldn't wake up.

Her eyes widened in horror, but she couldn't see anything in the dark, and could only hear a strange noise not far away.

Ying Sixue was frightened.

And she felt as if she was being hugged by someone.

But then, Yang Xuming's deep voice rang in her ears.

"It's okay, it's me."

Hearing this familiar voice, Ying Sixue breathed a sigh of relief, and his tight body relaxed.

But Yang Xuming did not continue to hold her.

Seeing that the girl woke up, he directly let go of Ying Sixue and walked in the direction of Wu Xingliang in the dark.

As the lid of the wine jar was opened, the faint rancid smell in the air became rich.

That rancid smell indeed came out of the jar!

Yang Xuming took out the flashlight and shone the light in the direction of the sound.

The pale beam of light illuminates an old man with a grim expression.

And on the old man's neck, there was an ugly baby covered in black and blue.

The baby was waving its little chubby hand, scratching the old man frantically.

The moment the lights passed, the old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Yang Xuming.

The two sides looked at each other, and the expression on the old man's face changed suddenly.

Turned into that kind of weird smile.

Before Yang Xuming could react, there was a loud noise above his head.

Something jumped off the chandelier!

The gloomy chill spread to Yang Xuming's limbs in an instant.

He rushed forward and slammed into Wu Xingliang's body heavily.

The two rolled into a ball.

"NS!"

In the darkness, Wu Xingliang's frightened cry sounded, "What are you doing against me?"

Yang Xuming didn't have time to talk to this guy at all.

After he threw himself out, he quickly rolled on the spot and jumped up.

The light of the flashlight shone directly behind him.

But his movements are still too slow.

The beam of light swept past, only to see a black shadow flashing past, disappearing into the darkness again.

But at that startling glance, Yang Xuming still recognized what was jumping from the chandelier.

Black cat...

It was the black cat he saw when he left last night!

This black cat is really with the old man!

It was not one ghost who came to kill Ying Sixue, but two!

Yang Xuming didn't hesitate anymore, he leaped directly on the sofa, opened the wooden box, and drew out the hideous and terrifying sword from it.

Not far away, the old man had already tore off the ghost infant from his body and disappeared into the darkness.

And the black and green ghost infant screamed sorrowfully, lying on the ground and howling in all directions, seeming to be looking for the old man.

Yang Xuming dragged Frostmourne, standing beside Ying Sixue, watching the darkness in front of him vigilantly.

He asked, "This chandelier seems to be broken... can it be turned on again?"

Ying Sixue hurriedly touched the remote control switch of the chandelier and said, "Yes, can I turn it on now?"

Yang Xuming hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Not for the time being."

Wu Xingliang directly shouted, "Quickly turn on! This ghost is afraid of light! So when it appears, the light will be turned off first! I can catch it when I turn on the light!"

Ying Sixue looked at Yang Xuming.

In the darkness, Yang Xuming said, "Listen to him."

Looking coldly at Wu Xingliang's shadow outline, Yang Xuming said, "Just remember what I told you before."

When you hear the meow, please close your eyes...

Ying Sixue nodded repeatedly and turned on the light of the chandelier.

I saw a flash of light in the dark, and the bright light once again illuminated this spacious living room.

The moment the lights came on, the old man's painful screams sounded in the darkness.

It seems that the light did harm it.

The three living people in the living room all looked over and saw an old man in a shroud kneeling there in pain, covering his eyes and lowering his head in the corner of the living room, as if he was hurt by the light.

The ghost infant who had not found the target saw the moment when the old man appeared, and immediately flew out.

That little figure was so fast that only the cyan afterimage could be seen.

But the ghost infant was out.

In the light, the figure of the old man gradually became dim and illusory, like a three-dimensional phantom, the ghost infant passed the old man directly and fell on the ground.

Its chubby head looked around, seeming to be confused by the situation in front of it.

At this time, Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue finally clearly saw the appearance of this ghost infant.

With a small five-short stature, he was definitely not more than five months old when he died.

The black skin all over his body looked strange and permeating.

Especially the five sense organs of Gui Ying, it seems that they haven't been fully opened yet, they are completely squeezed together.

It also seemed to be extremely painful at death, so all the five senses were squeezed together, forming a distorted and painful expression.

As for the current situation, Wu Xingliang didn't seem to have expected it at all.

He looked at the translucent phantom of the old man in amazement, and said, "This..."

Wu Xingliang suddenly looked at Ying Sixue who was aside, "Isn't it a female ghost?"

Yang Xuming looked at him coldly, without speaking.

Ying Sixue's face was pale.

The first time she saw a real ghost, her emotions were obviously not very stable.

Had it not been for Yang Xuming to stand beside her with a big sword, the girl would have screamed in fright.

After swallowing, Ying Sixue murmured, "Didn't you say Mr. Wu? I didn't see the ghost with my own eyes, maybe it's not a female ghost..."

The expression on Wu Xingliang's face suddenly stagnated.

He remembered that he did say such things.

But the situation before him completely exceeded his expectations.

Especially the old man, how familiar he looks...

However, the infighting between the three of them was interrupted again before it officially started.

In the sound of the shaking of the chandelier, a dark shadow silently jumped off the chandelier and landed in the living room.

The black cat's eyes radiated strange light, staring straight at the three living people in the room.

The temperature in the living room has not been reduced, but has become even colder...

PS: I didn't expect it! In fact, there is one more!

Finally, ask for a recommended monthly ticket for Blade, please, this is really important to me