Chapter 872 Aggrieved Hanged Ghost

  The hanged ghost looked back sadly. There were obviously several ghosts standing in the same row with him. Why did you choose him?

  But it’s useless to be sad. He takes a step forward as he feels dead, and his voice is as small as a mosquito said: "Master Dao, what do you want?"

   Yantao glanced at him and waved his hand disgustedly: "Go over and let him touch it."

ha?

  Let him touch? What a strange request is this.

  But, it’s not just to let him fly away. The hanged ghost slowly came to Eric, and he squatted down-here, you can touch it.

  As soon as he approached the past, Eric took a step back subconsciously.

  The Yin Gui had a natural cold air on his body. Eric shook his fingers. After all, he was a brave child. He slowly reached out and landed on the hanged ghost's right arm.

  It was like touching a piece of mist.

   is invisible, but you can feel its existence.

  Erik also saw a very deep mark on the hanged ghost’s right arm, which was pale gold.

He squirmed his lips and did not dare to ask. The hanged ghost seemed to see his doubts. He stretched his arms to Eric's eyes carelessly, and said with a sad face: "This is because I accidentally broke into the Huaqing campus and gave him a The Taoist priest chopped it down."

   "Poor me." The hanged ghost said in a sad tone: "I'm just lost." Who knows them, they said that they would enter the lake circle when they said they entered the lake circle. Are these overbearing people discriminating against ghosts?

  Eric touched the pale gold trace, and looked a little surprised: "Aren't you who were chopped without physicality? Why are you still chopped?"

  The hanged ghost has a sad tone: "Children are more likely to be injured if they don't have a physical body."

  Even a ghost who has been practicing for thousands of years will be seriously injured when encountering a weapon that specializes in countering the ghost.

Having said this, the hanged ghost lowered his tone, and pointed at the young man standing with his hand in his hands: "Look, like that little master, he can just take our whole piece of ghost. Exterminate them all, even their souls are scattered."

  Erik's eyes widened in disbelief. He grew up in Country M and knew very little about these metaphysics.

  The little child looked at the young man leaning against the willow tree, his eyes full of worship.

  It turned out that the things that scared him so much in the past few years were so insignificant in the hands of Brother Yan.

   can be completely wiped out easily.

  The hanged ghost looked at Eric, he curled his lips: "Boy, do you have anything else to ask?"

  That’s great, he has become a full-time teacher to answer questions tonight.

  Eric looked at the hanged ghost with big clear eyes, and said, "How long have you been a ghost?"

  Hanged Guier's eyes showed a little confusion, he suddenly smiled, his voice was misty and unreliable, as if it were rootless duckweed, it was almost 50 years ago.

  He committed suicide, and when he died, he was full of grievances. He could not enter the cycle of reincarnation, but he could not reach the level of a ghost.

   just dangling like this, in the human world, decades have passed in a blink of an eye.

  Eric nodded and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, I see."

  The hanged ghost slowly floated back to the trunk of the tree. He hadn't stood still, and saw that the boy hooked at him with a little finger, smiling.

  No...

  (End of this chapter)