In the darkness, that thing didn't make Yang Xuming wait too long.

Soon, a strange rubbing sound came from Li Zi's room.

That thing seemed to linger in front of Li Zi's room.

Seems to be hesitant to come out.

But its hesitation lasted less than ten seconds, and the strange friction sound came out of the room.

Started to crawl towards the living room.

In the shadow of the corner, Yang Xuming's eyes were cold, his sword-holding hands tightened unconsciously, staring at the direction of the corridor.

He wanted to see what this so-called monster looked like.

Soon, he saw it.

In the darkness, a small dark thing crawled out of the corridor.

The thing is very small, about the size of a children's basketball.

The small group seemed to be curled up together, and Yang Xuming couldn't see it very clearly.

He continued to stand in the corner without saying a word.

After the thing crawled out of the corridor, it seemed to sniff in the air, and then went straight to the blood coat in the middle of the living room.

with a clear purpose.

In the end, the thing entered the range illuminated by moonlight.

And this so-called infant spirit was finally seen clearly by Yang Xuming.

The chubby body was covered with strange hairs. There were fluffy cat hairs and slender chicken feathers in a bunch of tufts, and there was no beauty at all.

It has three legs and no hands.

One foot is similar to chicken feet, with sharp nails.

One foot is similar to a cat's paw, but it is still hairy.

The last foot is the foot of a human baby, but the skin is pale and bloodless. It is not so much a baby's foot as it is a dead baby's foot.

And its head is not a human head, but a bald, spherical flesh with a mouth full of fangs.

No eyes, no nose, only a mouth with sharp fangs.

It looks terrifying.

Looking at such a weird thing in a daze, Yang Xuming was stunned.

Although "Living and Death" has long said that this monster is not a baby, but an ugly stitched monster.

But the stitched monster... is that what it means?

Put together a bunch of physical characteristics of different animals?

And why is there cat hair?

Could it be that the few stray cats that disappeared in the neighborhood recently were eaten by it?

Think about it carefully, those stray cats really like to run around on the pillars on the outer wall of the house.

Could it be that when he was near this room, he was eaten by it?

Yang Xuming believes that this monster must have never gone out, otherwise the animal characteristics on it are more than cats.

And this distorted ugly appearance...

It's really a "stitched monster".

The broken book "The Record of Life and Death" is always so accurate in describing the ghosts.

It's really a suture monster through and through!

Staring at the monster in the living room crazily biting the blood, the smile on Yang Xuming's face was extremely bitter.

If there is no accident of the death of plum, then the monster in front of you should be a cute and immature baby?

This was originally his child.

Now it became this horrible appearance, no soul, no IQ, and nothing other than the instinct to swallow.

Is the child turning into such an ugly and twisted monster to torture him?

But what did Yang Xuming do wrong...

Dark flames slowly emerged from Yang Xuming's body and quickly spread to the blade.

With a gloomy expression on his face, he looked at the monster in the middle of the living room that was constantly biting the blood coat, calmly walked out.

The sound of footsteps on the floor was extremely faint, but it instantly alarmed the eating monster.

Its billowing sarcoma head suddenly turned to the direction of Yang Xuming, the cracks full of fangs opened, as if it was absorbing the surrounding air.

Then, it screamed.

Direct towards Yang Xuming!

In this regard, Yang Xuming did not panic.

He looked at the rushing monster with an indifferent expression, directly waved the sword in his hand and smashed it heavily.

Cang!

With a loud noise, Frostmourne hit the floor.

The monster that was supposed to be smashed accelerated in vain at the moment the sword was approaching, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards Yang Xuming's face.

Fishy wind blowing!

Yang Xuming only had time to tilt his head and felt a pain in his shoulder.

That thing bit on his shoulder!

"Look for... hiss!"

Yang Xuming drew a breath of air-conditioning.

The moment the shoulder was bitten, the unspeakable pain struck in an instant.

He almost fainted.

This pain is... so strong!

He tilted his head suddenly and clearly saw the ugly monster hanging on his shoulders opening their fangs and biting the flesh on his shoulders.

But no blood spurted out, because all the blood that came out was sucked in by the monster.

Its thin neck gurgled non-stop, swallowing Yang Xuming's blood crazily.

And...fire?

Yang Xuming was shocked to find that the black flame burning on his body was constantly piercing the monster's mouth.

This monster is sucking his flames!

In less than five seconds, Yang Xuming quickly became a little dizzy.

This black flame that can hurt the ghost is the materialization of Yang Xuming's spiritual power. The flame has been sucked so much in a short time, and he feels that his brain is about to be sucked up by this monster.

"Depend on!"

With a roar, Yang Xuming bit his tongue abruptly, awakening his dizzy consciousness with the aggravated pain.

Then he threw away the sword in his hand, grabbed the monster's slender throat with both hands, and yanked it outward.

"Go away!"

In Yang Xuming's roar, the monster's fangs bit his flesh.

But he pulled it away regardless.

Finally, in the strange muffled sound, Yang Xuming tore the monster from his shoulder.

Also being ripped off was a small piece of flesh and blood in the monster's mouth.

The pain tortured Yang Xuming's body.

Blood spurted from his shoulder frantically.

But he didn't care, just staring at the frantically struggling monster in his hand, and said coldly.

"Now give you a chance to survive, answer me, what the **** are you?!"

However, as soon as Yang Xuming finished speaking, the monster who couldn't get away from his hands suddenly raised his neck.

Then, the weird shadow spread to Yang Xuming's body along the monster's body.

The cold chill froze Yang Xuming's body, making him unable to move.

He looked at the monster in his hand in disbelief, almost suspecting that he was wrong.

This shadow...this feeling...this ability—this is the ability that Li Zi has!

But this is not the end, just the beginning.

Because in the next second, a black ghost fire suddenly ignited on the monster's body.

The moment the ghost fire touched Yang Xuming's hands, he felt an indescribable pain.

That kind of pain is worse than ten thousand needles stuck in the nails at the same time.

The pain was so strong that Yang Xuming broke free from the shackles of the monster's shadow for a short time and directly threw away the monster in his hand.

boom-

With a muffled noise, the chubby monster rolled into the corner of the living room and yelled at Yang Xuming angrily.

Yang Xuming looked at it stiffly, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

This monster... is actually using his abilities?

Can everything that this thing swallows can be transformed into one's own abilities and used again?

So this monster can use the plum’s power, really because it has swallowed the plum’s power...

Yang Xuming stared at the monster in front of him, gritted his teeth.

"It seems that there is no need to ask..."

He took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

"If you let you go tonight, I, Yang Xuming, committed suicide on the spot!"

In the living room, the monster obviously couldn't understand Yang Xuming.

In other words, it has no ears at all, and whether it has hearing or not is the same thing.

After Yang Xuming threw it away, the monster roared towards Yang Xuming.

Obviously, after tasting the scent of Yang Xuming's flesh and blood, this monster was completely insane.

Compared with this moving living person, the blood clot with dried blood next to him is nothing but a mess that is hard to swallow.

It roared with excitement and mania, almost turning into an afterimage, and once again appeared in Yang Xuming's field of vision.

The goal went straight to Yang Xuming's blood flowing out of his shoulders!

Yang Xuming had expected it long ago, and retreated back calmly, barely avoiding the monster's attack.

Then he backed away quickly and indifferently, into the shadow of the corridor.

In the kitchen with the door wide open, the oil temperature has already started to heat up, and a faint smell of hot oil floats out along the door...