Chapter 893 Do you call this thing a peripheral?

   A word from a cultural person made Jiang Beiyu realize his situation.

   He has been unlucky since he was a child, but his life is still there, but now, ordinary ghosts can no longer get close to him.

   The bad luck seems to be gone.

   But after hearing what Su Nanzhi said, he suddenly realized that maybe he didn't go completely away.

   At this moment, Jiang Beiyu heard a slow knock on the door.

   A shady breath came through the crack of the door.

  Jiangbei Yu: "..."

   He was expressionless: "Su Xiaozhi, do you want to open this door?"

  Su Nanzhi thought about it and stood up: "Let's open it, so as not to damage the door of other people's hotels and lose money."

  Jiangbei Yu: "..."

  He stood up and pulled the little girl behind him.

  Su Nanzhi: "I'm not afraid."

  Jiang Beiyu: "I know you're not afraid, and I don't think this one outside the door is particularly powerful. You hide behind me first, and when you meet someone powerful next time, I'll hide behind you, and you come to protect me."

  Su Nanzhi: "?"

   You are afraid that you want to restore the status of a single dog immediately.

   Jiang Beiyu is indeed quite shameless.

  Su Nan Zhi Gan bowed down.

   Her heart was like still water, "Oh, then you go to open it."

  Jiang Beiyu didn't know that there is an unscientific law in this world: some ghosts like to be bells and whistles.

  Jiang Beiyu saw the blood light before he even got close, the blood red with brown blood seemed to flow in.

   A slender hand opened the door.

   Outside the door, the smell of blood is as strong as the sky.

  Jiangbei Yu: "..."

  No one likes this stinky fishy smell, right?

   Into the eyes, there is still blood on the wall, falling drop by drop, the aisle is empty and deep, because of the weather, it is too dark here, looking forward, it seems that you can't see the end.

  Jiangbei Yu: "..."

   He looked back at the little girl behind him: "Su Xiaozhi, do I have time to regret it now?"

  Su Nanzhi couldn't get emotional and said with a sneer, "It's too late."

   Jiangbei Yu regretted it too late.

   He accurately met the ghost in the right direction above his head, with long hair and robes, indifferent between males and females, but those red lips were somewhat scary.

   But the sophisticated Jiang Beiyu has a question: "Isn't it the tomb of the corpse king? How come this kind of ghost came out?"

Where does    have anything to do with "corpse"?

  The taste of this thing looks like a pervert: vulgar.

  Su Nanzhi said lightly and concisely: "It's been a tomb for thousands of years, so it's normal for the area around my own production site?"

  Jiang Beiyu: Do you call this thing a peripheral?

   Jiangbei Yu is numb.

   He watched as the hand above his head slowly stretched and descended. The opponent's target seemed to be Jiang Beiyu's head.

   "Hey...brain...delicious..."

   For a moment, Jiang Beiyu wondered if he was hallucinating.

  This thing was obviously a murderer before he died, and he loved people's brains.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the ghost that Jiang Beiyu saw in his eyes had a large back of his head, like a swollen carrion, and his sparse hair could not block the bumpy lines. His face was no longer that of a normal person. Up, the eye sockets are sunken, the eyeballs are white, the teeth are yellow and black, and the saliva is drooping down.

   Like a beast.

  The ice fog gradually rose in Jiang Beiyu's hand, and before the hand could reach it, it instantly condensed into ice. The next second, he squeezed it hard, and the arm turned into ice chips and fell into the blood on the ground.

The    ghost was enraged.

   (end of this chapter)