Whether it was Yang Xuming asking about the Wang family a hundred years ago, or Yang Xuming asking about the Lin family ancestor killing people and destroying the door, the ghost outside that kept hitting the door did not respond.

Obviously, the thinking logic of this ghost is very confusing and simple.

It just wants to kill Deng Xiangui.

But for what it said, open the door and let it in, it won't hurt Yang Xuming and their remarks, Yang Xuming expressed disdain.

It's just that Yang Xuming didn't believe in this ghost, but Deng Xiangui was frightened.

He looked at Yang Xuming in panic and pleaded loudly.

"Don't open the door! It must be lying to you, if the door opens, we will all die!"

Yang Xuming glanced at his mouth, "It's up to you."

Raising the bell in his hand, Yang Xuming no longer waited.

He shook the bell in his hand vigorously, and the moment the harsh bell rang, the scream of the ghost's pain sounded outside.

Yang Xuming heard the screams moving away quickly.

But his face suddenly became more ugly.

Because at the moment when the bell rang, not only the scream of the kid rang outside the door, but also different screams from the back of the house and on the ceiling.

Apart from the little ghost who entangled Deng Xiangui, there really are other ghosts outside the house!

And there are at least two more!

Yang Xuming dragged the big sword abruptly and rushed back into the back room.

Then he saw blood dripping continuously on the wall of the back room, and there was a circular area about one meter in diameter that had been completely reddened by blood.

And when Yang Xuming rushed in, the red spot was squirming like flesh and blood, and blood was constantly bleeding outwards.

The scarlet and stinking dark red blood has flowed all over the ground.

Yang Xuming directly raised Frostmourne in his hand and stabbed it heavily.

The pale ghost fire quickly spread to the body of the sword following his sword holding hand.

In the next second, the blade of the ghost fire pierced the wall heavily.

What Yang Xuming felt was something similar to the touch of flesh and blood, and the sound of swords pierced directly into the wall.

More red blood poured out along the pierced part of the wall.

Without saying a word, Yang Xuming drew out the blade, and as the blood spurted out, he stabbed in again.

In an instant, he stabbed several swords against the wall frantically.

Until the last sword pierced the wall, I felt a violent counter-shock force.

锵——

Yang Xuming found that the wall was finally back to normal with the sharp sound of the sword tip on the masonry.

But he didn't have time to relax, and Ying Sixue's cry was heard outside.

"Yang Xuming! Above your head! On the ceiling!"

Yang Xuming suddenly remembered the three screams just now, one of them came from above their heads!

Yang Xuming rushed out of the back room and looked up at the ceiling above his head.

I saw some disgusting black slime dripping from the ceiling above them.

In other words, it can't be regarded as slime, it is more like the residue of the ceiling being corroded by some strange force.

At the same time as the viscous liquid dripped, the ceiling became soft and viscous visible to the naked eye.

The original hard cement sand bricks are now softened constantly under an unknown and strange force, and in the end they may even fall directly into a puddle of water.

Yang Xuming looked at this scene with a headache.

"How can this be done..." Yang Xuming said, "I can't reach the top of my head!"

And under this kind of corrosive change, is his sword really useful?

Yang Xuming raised his left hand and pointed the palm of his hand to the ceiling, and a pale flame burst out suddenly.

The surging ghost fire, like it was ejected from a high-pressure gun in an instant, turned into a white fire dragon and sprayed onto the ceiling.

However, this flame, which does not have any burning ability, did not bring any effect.

Yang Xuming retracted his left hand, staring fiercely at the ceiling above his head, and said, "Come in! I want to come in so much, let me take a good look at what you look like!"

While Yang Xuming confronted Li Gui, Lin Qiu in Ying Sixue's arms had already fainted with pain.

However, even if the fainting passed, the girl was not relieved.

Unspeakable pain tortured her, even in a coma, her body was trembling in pain.

But the bruise on Lin Qiu's right foot had completely spread to the sole of the foot, and the entire skin below the ankle had become disgusting black.

And this black color has begun to spread to the knees, it is obvious that it wants to spread to the girl's whole body!

Ying Sixue was a little anxious seeing this scene.

"Yang Xuming!" Ying Sixue shouted, "Lin Qiu can't hold it anymore!"

Yang Xuming stood there, his head hurting in a hurry.

"If you can't hold it, you have to hold it!" Yang Xuming said, "These ghosts are as crazy as they are, so who can hold it!"

"Miss, you are about to die, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? I can say it now."

Ying Sixue stared at him irritably, and said, "When are you still in the mood to make a joke... Where is your wife? Where is she? Didn't you say that you can ask her to help when you are in danger?"

Yang Xuming stared at the ceiling above his head and said, "Not yet time!"

Yang Xuming put away the bell and took out Xiaozi's diary.

Standing in the room, he said, "I still have nothing to do with it!"

As long as the ghost on the ceiling dares to come in, he will let the other party know how terrifying the ghost hand that even the most terrifying ghost in the legend can't break away is!

The ceiling is still softening, and the sticky and weird liquid keeps dripping.

On the TV screen, snowflakes were constantly jumping, and the harsh noise came out along the TV stereo, which made people very uncomfortable.

Yang Xuming said, "Deng Xiangui, turn off your TV soon. This voice affects my judgment!"

boom!

With a loud noise, the door behind Yang Xuming shook suddenly.

Obviously, the little devil who ran away with the sting of the bell came back, and slammed into the door even more angrily.

There was a spiteful roar of the little devil inside and outside the room.

"You are all going to die! You are all going to die!"

It sounds like this little devil's lack of sanity has now completely disappeared.

After being irritated by the bell, it now has only resentment and roars that it wants to vent.

But Yang Xuming curled his lips and didn't bother to care about the guy outside.

He stood beside Ying Sixue and Lin Qiu, holding a sword and Xiaozi's diary, looking up at the ceiling, waiting for the ghost above his head to come in.

A piece of Deng Xiangui hurriedly climbed to the fire and reached for the remote control on it.

Yang Xuming's command was full of deterrent for the drunk at this time.

However, the moment Deng Xiangui raised the remote control and pointed it at the TV and pressed it...

puff!

The scarlet blood rushed out of Deng Xiangui's hands.

The moment his fingers pressed the remote control, a pair of semi-transparent arms appeared from behind him, directly breaking off his right index finger!

"Uh ah ah ah!!!"

Yang Xuming rushed forward amid the screams of the drunkard's bitter and painful screams.

The sword in his hand slashed viciously at the pair of translucent ghost hands that grew out of Deng Xiangui's back.

What's so special... There is still a ghost hidden in the remote control?

One-to-four, with two oil bottles, how can you play this? !

Yang Xuming's face was a bit ugly.