Yang Xuming was shocked by Ying Sixue's words.

"Now? Come on? Are you serious?"

He looked at the two ghosts in the mourning hall that were in a tug of war.

Needless to say, his dad is violent and vicious, and the whole berserker who is mad and demented, gives people the feeling of disrespect, who is close to who is dead.

As for the Feitou Man who had the upper hand, he was floating above Dad Yang Xuming's body at this time, and blood-red tentacles were squirming one after another, absorbing the blood of the ghost below.

The rotten eye sockets stared at Yang Xuming indifferently, as if watching the next swallowed object.

Forget about his father, this flying head pretty feels that he still has plenty of energy left.

Wouldn’t it really be a wave of rushing now?

Yang Xuming was a little nervous.

Ying Sixue urged anxiously, "If you don't go now, you really won't have a chance!"

"I missed this opportunity, do you want to face this flying head man alone?"

"You can beat it one-on-one?"

After listening to Ying Sixue's "pump up", Yang Xuming gritted his teeth abruptly--meow, it's a fight!

He carried the big sword and rushed out, his body burned with wild fire, and the fierce Frostmourne was raised viciously.

Yang Xuming rushed directly into the mourning hall.

Then, the mourning hall became quiet.

The two ghosts who were looking at each other at the same time looked at him at the same time.

Feitou's tentacles stopped absorbing the blood evil spirit, and the burly figure in the blood cloak no longer struggled violently.

The two Li ghosts sensed the breath of living people, and turned their heads neatly and uniformly, and looked at Yang Xuming who had rushed in at the gate indifferently.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Yang Xuming felt that his body was frozen.

The terrifying pressure of being stared at by two fierce ghosts at the same time made his heartbeat almost stagnated for a moment.

He stood at the door with his sword in a daze, looking at the two ghosts who were watching him next to the blood coffin, and squeezing out an awkward smile.

"I... I went the wrong way."

Yang Xuming turned around and ran.

But it was too late.

Behind him, there was a violent roar of blood-clothed hats and a stern howl of flying head.

The two great ghosts realized that the moment he was a living person came in, they all stopped fighting, and rushed towards him one after another.

Yang Xuming was so scared.

This is so different from what was planned!

Could it be that in these ghostly worlds, living people are more of a priority than enemies?

Depend on!

The girl ghost from the other side of the air-raid shelter did not join forces with the manager of the rice noodle factory.

Could it be that it is because the ghost of the other side flower is in a special state?

Yang Xuming wanted to cry without tears.

The moment he rushed out of the mourning hall, he found that Ying Sixue and Lin Qiu had already run farther.

The two girls reacted faster than him.

Behind him, Feitouman's stern howl got closer and closer.

The moment Yang Xuming rushed into the small courtyard, he felt his neck entangled with a tentacle.

Immediately afterwards, more tentacles flew from behind him, entangled his neck, head, shoulders, arms... Yang Xuming felt like a bug falling into a spider web, instantly losing the ability to resist.

There was still light snow in the courtyard, and cold snowflakes pounced on his face, but Yang Xuming couldn't breathe the air anymore.

He felt that his neck was about to be strangled, and the feeling of suffocation in his chest became more and more serious because of suffocation.

If this continues, maybe his lungs will explode.

"Puff...cough cough cough...cough cough..."

Yang Xuming's body froze in place, was firmly grasped by the blood-red tentacles, unable to break free, even unable to speak.

And the pale ghost fires burning on his body did not threaten these blood-red tentacles.

As the tentacles tightened and tightened, Yang Xuming began to roll his eyes.

He felt that he might not have waited to die from suffocation, and his neck was strangled first.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard Ying Sixue's anxious shout in his ear.

"Little Zi! Your Yang Xuming is dying!"

Hearing Ying Sixue's shout, Yang Xuming was stunned for a moment.

In the next second, a pair of pale ghost hands suddenly stretched out from his pockets, firmly grasping the tentacles wrapped around Yang Xuming's neck.

As Xiaozi dragged, Yang Xuming began to feel that the tentacles on his neck were no longer so tight.

He began to feel the sweetness of the air.

The cold oxygen entered the chest cavity along the trachea, and the hot lungs became much colder.

The brain chaosed by lack of oxygen is also awake.

Yang Xuming is a little embarrassed-Xiao Zi actually responded to Ying Sixue's call?

Although it was to save him, it was too embarrassing...

Yang Xuming watched as the tentacle wrapped around his neck was torn off by Xiaozi's ghost hand.

And Xiao Zi's pale ghost hands were exerting force, slowly but firmly retracting into Yang Xuming's pocket.

She is trying to swallow this flying head man!

But in the next second, Yang Xuming felt that the tentacles that were tightening on his body suddenly tightened--this flying head actually let go of him?

Yang Xuming watched as Xiao Zi pulled her two tentacles back into her pockets. Before she could react, she felt that her tentacles had disappeared.

That flying head ran away?

Yang Xuming quickly turned around, then...

puff--

The hoisting banner sharply robbed Yang Xuming's body ruthlessly.

Yang Xuming was stunned.

Standing stiffly in the small courtyard, he looked at the burly figure in the blood-clothed hat behind him in disbelief, and looked at him in disbelief as he pierced him with the sharp tip of the hoisting flag.

A look dumbfounded.

"dad……"

Yang Xuming's feelings of crying are all over, "You're messing with hair!"

The figure in the blood-clothed hat uttered an angry roar at him, and did not hear his yelling at all.

In the next second, Frostmourne stabbed out, and instantly stabbed the figure of the blood cloak.

The pale ghost fire crawled along Frostmourne Dad Yang Xuming's body.

Yang Xuming wanted to cry without tears, "Can you calm down a little bit!"

The figure of the blood-clothed hat made a violent howl, and it fiercely held the hoisting flag in its hand, and fiercely stabbed the sharp rod into Yang Xuming's chest.

Blood gushed down the wound, and the pain made Yang Xuming's expression distorted.

His face hurts, "Dad!"

Yang Xuming drew out a sword, then stabbed another sword, a sword pierced through the heart of the blood-robed hat.

"Wake up soon!"

Yang Xuming yelled without tears, "I am your son!"

The figure in the blood-clothed hat did not hear his screaming at all, but even more furious and maniac and stabbed Yang Xuming in the chest.

On the pale banner cloth, the blood of Yang Xuming was continuously drawn.

The head that flew away suddenly flew back and stopped on top of the father and son.

The blood-red tentacles fell one by one, entangled Yang Xuming and his father respectively.