Chapter 250 The Ghost from the Eighteenth Floor

   The answer is obviously no.

  Su Nanzhi is thinking, what the **** is going on with this female ghost?

   Judging from the breath on her body, this is just an ordinary evil ghost at best. Although it is powerful, how could Xiao Taomu, an artifact that can almost be said to be the darling of the heavens, only cause a little damage to her?

   Therefore, Su Nanzhi's question just now sounded heartless, but it did contain her own doubts.

   Holding on to such doubts, Su Nanzhi wanted to get closer to see more clearly.

   So, she really approached the direction of the window.

   Although Jiang Beiyu on the bed could not see the things in the underworld at this moment, but from the behavior of Su Nanzhi, he easily came to a conclusion that there is a ghost in the room.

   So he didn't move, just stayed on the bed and watched Su Nanzhi perform.

  Because this time, no one opened his eyes to him, and he only watched one person's performance, which seemed a little weird.

   Less like watching horror movies.

   If it weren't for the fact that he knew the situation, it would now look like he was watching a **** show.

  “…”

   For some reason, Jiang Beiyu suddenly wanted to take out his mobile phone and record the scene in front of him.

   After all, the little bodyguard's sword dance was so standard that he even wanted to applaud.

   Over there, Su Nanzhi was closely observing the difference in the female ghost, but in fact every movement she made was very dangerous.

   This ghost moves very quickly.

   so fast that she almost couldn't dodge.

   And, faster and faster.

   It seemed that after realizing that Su Nanzhi could dodge his movements, the female ghost accelerated.

  Su Nanzhi: "..."

   There is a **** I don’t know if I should scold it or not.

   "Jie Jie Jie..." The female ghost suddenly let out such a laugh - it should be regarded as a laugh.

Su Nanzhi suddenly felt that something was wrong, and she ducked back abruptly. Sure enough, the next second, a raging fire erupted from the female ghost. Liao a bit.

   A sting on the skin.

  Su Nanzhi: "..."

   Good guy.

   This is the soul-refining fire brought up from the eighteenth hell—this also means that this is a ghost that once went down to the eighteenth **** and escaped.

   Just your mother is outrageous.

   Now the errands don’t work anymore, right?

   Not only was the ghost sneaked up, but the Soul Refining Fire made people steal it and didn't find it?

   Does she have to catch the ghost in person later?

   Besides, since a ghost can come up from the eighteenth floor, is this the only one?

   There are some questions that don’t stand up to deep thought, or don’t dare to think about it at all.

   After Su Nanzhi was burnt by the Soul Refinement Fire, the eyes that looked at the other party became much hotter.

   A fugitive from hell, how many pens must be added to her merit book - earning life has always been a matter of urgency.

   So she swung the peach wood sword more and more quickly, almost invisible, this is a person with a very heart disease.

   She is very attached to her own life.

   She has to live, and she has to live.

  Since you are not afraid of peach wood, why not try something else.

  Su Nanzhi moved between her fingers, and her palm gradually condensed into a mist. At the same time, an ice bow appeared in her hand.

   pulled the bowstring, condensed the sword between his fingers, and flew out all of a sudden.

   Hit the bullseye!

   Just like that, the female ghost suddenly screamed, and then gradually solidified into an ice sculpture.

  Su Nanzhi: "?"

   (end of this chapter)