This is so...what's the situation? !

Feeling the sound of breathing behind him, Yang Xuming's hairs stood up.

The thing seemed to be very close to him, and this closeness made him feel disgust and fear physically.

He desperately wanted to pull that thing out and kick it out!

But no matter he turned around or reached out to grab back, he couldn't touch or see anything.

Behind his head, there seems to be nothing, everything is just his own illusion.

After staying in a stalemate for ten seconds, listening to the sound of breathing behind his head getting faster and faster, Yang Xuming couldn't wait any longer.

He rushed towards the safe passage entrance and exit on this floor, and ran directly to the corridor of the hotel.

The clean and tidy corridors are covered with soft carpets.

On both sides are closed doors.

In a long corridor, no people can be seen.

But Yang Xuming didn't come here to find people, he came here to find things.

This floor happened to be the seventh floor of the hotel, even the floor he stayed in.

He ran directly to the room he was staying in and swiped the door open with the key card.

The room was quiet and silent, without any shadows.

Except that the glass door of the balcony was pushed open, and the wind and rain continued to pour in and wet the ground, everything was the same as before he left.

The breathing behind Yang Xuming's head has gradually calmed down.

But that kind of creepy sense of horror, on the contrary, has become stronger.

Because accompanied by the sound of breathing, there seemed to be another sound!

A low, weird laugh!

It seems that there is another face behind his head. At this time, the face has awakened and is laughing at him!

After Yang Xuming rushed into the room, while closing the door, he rushed directly to the bathroom.

Pushing open the bathroom door, a glass mirror came into view.

In the mirror, Yang Xuming's complexion was a little red, which was a performance after strenuous exercise, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.

And in the mirror, his expression is a little nervous.

Because Yang Xuming at this time is indeed very nervous!

What I saw in the mirror was all normal, and there was nothing weird behind Yang Xuming.

But this is not Yang Xuming's purpose.

After seeing himself in the mirror, he took a deep breath, then suddenly turned his head and pointed the back of his head at the bathroom mirror.

Out of the corner of his eye, staring at himself in the mirror.

Then Yang Xuming saw it.

On the back of his head, there was a strange face.

The distorted facial features, the nostrils that keep on breathing, and the weird mouth that is curved and seems to be laughing-on the back of his head, there really is another person's face?

The moment Yang Xuming saw this scene, Yang Xuming's heart sank suddenly.

His gaze, through the mirror, met with the face behind his head.

At that moment, Yang Xuming clearly felt the breathing sound behind his head suddenly stagnate.

The face in the mirror became even more stiff for a moment, and it seemed that he hadn't expected such a situation.

But the next second, the mouth on that face bends again, revealing a crazier smile.

boom!

With a loud noise, Yang Xuming's hand directly closed the door of the bathroom.

Um? !

Seeing all this, Yang Xuming was a little confused.

Own hand... shut the bathroom door out of his control?

With the closing of the door, the toilet has completely become a closed space.

The human face in the mirror seemed to be laughing, as if he was laughing at Yang Xuming's own death?

Moreover, that face was growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the beginning, it was just a flat face on the back of Yang Xuming's head, like a piece of paper pasted, even the facial features were distorted.

But now, this face seems to be inflated, and it begins to grow rapidly, and the arrangement of the facial features is becoming more and more normal.

And while this face continued to grow, Yang Xuming felt that his face was getting tighter and tighter, as if the skin was shrinking and tightening?

He hurriedly reached out and touched his face, clearly feeling that his face was getting smaller.

And this process of getting smaller is still going on.

If this continues, does it mean that the face behind his head will fully grow into a normal face, while his own face will shrink to the original face...maybe even disappear directly?

Yang Xuming quickly reached out to pull the door, trying to open the bathroom door and leave.

This ghost actually controlled him to close the door for the first time, which proved that the ghost did not want to let the door open!

Yang Xuming will do everything that the other party is unwilling to do.

However, after Yang Xuming held the door handle with his hand, he stopped.

With a horrified look on his face, he watched his hand lose control. He clearly issued an order to open the door desperately in his brain, but that hand did not move at all, and it had been out of Yang Xuming's control.

Yang Xuming's heart sank completely.

He realized the ability of this ghost, that is to replace his face, finally control his body completely, and live on his behalf!

Yang Xuming, who was replaced by his face and taken away from his body, estimated that he would not even have a sense of self in the end.

This... could it be the reason why Ying Sixue behaved strangely?

Now that ghost left Ying Sixue and came to him?

Want to take his face and live with his identity?

Seeing the face in the mirror getting bigger and more vivid, and the facial features getting closer and closer to him, Yang Xuming clearly felt that the control of his body was gradually losing.

In this case, his only way seems to be...

"Plum!!!"

Yang Xuming used the name that his body shouted with the last trace of strength, and it reverberated crazily in the bathroom.

However, the face in the mirror was still smiling slyly and indifferently.

Even if the red candle in his pocket was wrapped in red paper, it would not burn automatically, but it would not prevent Yang Xuming from summoning plums... it was originally the way it was.

However, Yang Xuming's shout continued, the red candle in his pocket did not respond, and there was no abnormality in the room.

The plum did not appear.

Yang Xuming's heart was suddenly startled, could it be that Li Zi really couldn't confront this ghost head-on? So when he was by the river, did he simply give Yang Xuming a warning?

Wait...by the river?

Yang Xuming's brain is a little messy, he seems to have thought of something, and he doesn't seem to think of anything.

Memory, as the control of the body is stripped away, is gradually becoming messy.

The picture in the field of vision is gradually distorting.

He seemed to see the picture of himself sitting in the dining room talking with Yue Zhentao, and he seemed to see himself standing under the willow tree by the river, and seeing the picture of the ghost behind Ying Sixue from a distance...those memories that were temporarily hidden. , Seems to have resurfaced with the change of control of the body.

At this time, Yang Xuming finally understood everything.

It turned out that Ying Sixue had been abnormal since Peng Ze came back.

Yue Zhentao wanted to warn him, but failed and the call was forcibly interrupted.

After he realized what was wrong, he resisted several times, but all failed.

This time, I probably also failed...

The corner of Yang Xuming's mouth evoked a wry smile of despair.

At this last moment, did he remember everything?

But now that I think about it, what's the use... His body has been completely taken away by the opponent.

Will my revenge journey in Jiujiang end in this way?

To die in the hands of a ghost of unknown origin, not even a ghost raiser, even Li Zi's hatred could not be repaid.

Moreover, it seems that Ying Sixue is hurting...

In Yang Xuming's heart, despair was bitter.

His eyes closed slowly.

At the moment when his brain consciousness was about to be obscured, Yang Xuming heard a familiar voice in his ear.

"Xiao Qian! Grab it!"

The world is instantly dark.

The huge rotating force tore Yang Xuming's body from all directions.

There seemed to be some force behind his head frantically pulling his head. The pulling force was so great that Yang Xuming felt that his entire head was about to be torn off.

A strong sense of dizziness, maddening, made him almost want to vomit.

When the feeling of vain footsteps appeared, Yang Xuming's body suddenly tilted and fell directly to the ground.

"Hiss..." In the sound of his inhaling cold breath, a hand held him in time without causing him to fall.

In the ear, Yue Zhentao's voice sounded.

"Brother Yang, are you okay?"

Yang Xuming raised his head blankly, seeing Yue Zhentao's familiar face.

At this time, Yue Zhentao took a long sigh of relief, and smiled fortunately, "Fortunately, I caught up..."