Ying Sixue made this joke reluctantly, and it seemed that she also realized the critical situation at the moment.

This time unlike Yegu Cave, all the dangers are in front of them. Yang Xuming and the others only need to follow the method of breaking the game to have the hope of survival.

What they faced this time was a ghost who still didn't know the details and situation.

And it's still a plural of ghosts.

There are at least five in number!

Now that he has the longevity lock, he has only a little more hole cards.

But in the face of five ghosts with different abilities, even Yang Xuming was not sure that he would be able to retreat.

Although I know that Wangguanying is a den of ghosts, there are too many ghosts!

Who is the Wang family? Even if the genocide case is terrible, but one genocide case can produce so many ghosts?

Isn't it a bit abnormal behind this...

Yang Xuming took a deep breath, and did not delay with Ying Sixue.

He walked directly outside, "Fly by yourself when the catastrophe is imminent."

Yang Xuming said, "Be careful with that Deng Xiangui...it's you, Deng Cripple!"

Yang Xuming turned his head abruptly, looked viciously at the **** shrinking in the corner, and said, "If you dare to count them or push them out to replace the dead, even if you run out alive, I will find you. , Dig heart cramps, and then feed them to ghosts!"

"I do what I say!"

Yang Xuming threatened all over his body.

Deng Xiangui shrank in the corner and nodded desperately in fear.

The first time he saw Yang Xuming, the picture of this brutal man dragging a bunch of ghosts behind him was terrifying.

The horror was to the point that he was already suspecting that he was not awake and still having nightmares.

A little devil who is controlled by him has made him frightened day and night, unbearable, this guy is followed by so many terrifying ghosts, how did he live until now!

Yang Xuming didn't need to threaten Deng Xiangui any more.

Because this drunk man who has been tortured by ghosts for more than a year is about to be frightened and weakened.

In this case, Yang Xuming, who was followed by a bunch of ghosts, was undoubtedly a monster ten thousand times more terrifying than ghosts to the drunk in front of him.

Back in the side room, Yang Xuming saw the TV that was still dancing with snowflakes.

The power plug of this TV has clearly left the socket, but snowflakes are still jumping on the screen.

When Yang Xuming came out dragging Frostmourne, there was even a harsh laugh on the screen.

The harsh and sharp laughter, mixed with the noise of snowflakes, made people's scalp numb.

"All of you are going to die! You are all going to die! Hahahaha..."

The savage ghost of the TV was smiling sternly.

However, Yang Xuming walked over with a gloomy face and directly took out the diary in his arms.

A look of indifference.

"I've heard this nonsense too many times. Can't you guys scare you change to a trendy routine?"

"Even scary words are such a barren routine, it's a waste."

"Domestic horror movies are more scary than yours."

Pointing the diary at the TV screen, Yang Xuming spoke lightly, "Xiao Zi, swallow it."

A pair of pale ghost hands stretched out from the diary silently.

At the same time, the diary opened, revealing the pages of the diary full of blood red text in front of Yang Xuming.

It's just that Yang Xuming has no time to read these diaries at this time, and the pale ghost hands also cover most of the pages of the book, Yang Xuming can only see some corners.

His eyes are more concentrated on the TV.

With the distance between the diary and the TV set, once Xiaozi's hands grasp the TV set, it is enough to secure the victory.

However, at the moment when these pale ghost hands were about to grab the TV set, the sudden change emerged.

The TV screen went black suddenly, and it seemed to have lost its power.

At the same time, a black shadow the size of a baby's fist flew out from behind the TV, and flew straight to the socket not far away.

However, how could Yang Xuming, who had suffered a loss once, sit back and watch it before running away.

When the black shadow flew out, Yang Xuming directly lifted Frostmourne and smashed it out.

"Go!"

Yang Xuming yelled, and his broad sword was heavily blocked on the way the black shadow escaped.

The group of black shadows directly hit the sword of Frostmourne, making a muffled noise.

"hiss!"

Holding the sword, Yang Xuming took a breath of air-conditioning, and subconsciously threw the sword away.

The moment this group of shadows hit the sword, his right hand was numb, and he felt a certain tactile pain.

The power of this ghost is electricity?

What a special thing!

Yang Xuming looked at the group of dark shadows viciously.

After Frostmourne fell to the ground, the black shadow also fell.

But the moment it fell to the ground, the shadow ran in the other direction in a panic.

That direction is also the direction of the socket. Although it is far away, it is in the other direction of Yang Xuming.

Yang Xuming has no chance to stop it!

And after hitting the sword, the volume of this group of shadows became smaller again, and it was half smaller than just now!

So this guy's body is made of electricity?

No wonder it hides the remote control and drills the TV. The escape route is all related to electrical appliances.

Yang Xuming snorted coldly when he saw the way the black shadow was escaping.

"Want to run? Can you run away!"

The moment the sneer sounded, Yang Xuming had already raised his right hand and suddenly threw a pale flame.

After the pale ghost fire flew out, it landed directly on the place where the night must go forward.

The group of black shadows, who had shrunk to a table tennis ball and laughed, hurriedly avoided the group of ghost fires and hurriedly walked around from the side.

But Yang Xuming behind it didn't stop and threw a group of ghost fires one after another, and there was a dense rain of fire in the room instantly.

After avoiding several groups of ghost fires one after another, the black shadow finally couldn't avoid being covered by one of them.

In an instant, the shadow could not move.

After the ghost fire covered it, it quickly burned all over its body. Although it did not cause any burns, it pressed it heavily on the floor and could not move.

The gravity exerted by this pale ghost fire can't even escape the ethereal ghost!

Yang Xuming rushed directly and snorted coldly.

"Run? Can't you run quite well? Keep running!"

The pale pink diary was unfolded in his hand, and Yang Xuming directly shot Xiaozi's diary towards the dark shadow.

Like a fly, it slammed heavily on the shadows.

"Xiaozi! Swallow it!"

Yang Xuming roared angrily.

The moment the pale came out, it directly dragged the unmovable black shadow into the diary.

There was a stern scream of ghosts left in the room, and it spread out far away.

The number of ghosts, minus one!