Bai Su turned the hanged man's head over and over through the cloth.
Because it was too ugly and disgusting, he didn't do it directly. Instead, he took out the bedside towel and wrapped it around the hanged man's head and twisted it off.
He remembered... when he beat up the toilet ghost before, he split the toilet ghost's head in two and the other person disappeared?
Bai Su didn't know that the toilet ghost's direct disappearance and turning into a card had something to do with the game hall, and the Qiqiao Game Hall didn't tell him before sending it.
After the hanged ghost's head was turned over to the front and he saw Bai Su, the whole ghost seemed to be silenced. The short tongue that could not be retracted opened and closed between the lips, but he could not speak.
Black eyes stared at it...no, it was white.
With a daze, the Hanged Man suddenly broke free from his daze and continued to struggle.
"No... no, don't kill me!" The supernatural being was flexible and begged for mercy immediately when he found that he had kicked the iron plate. "You, you are not a human... no, no, no, I didn't mean to scold you!"
Why not humans? It's very simple, no matter how strong human beings are, they will never feel this kind of oppression.
The hanged ghost changed the topic: "You are here to hunt humans too! We are three-seven...not our twenty-eight...one-nine points! The humans next door, please leave some broth for me!"
Bai Su, who was still thinking about how to kill the hanged man, paused, held the hanged man's head with one hand, and pressed his knees against the bed.
Why do both of them like to have trouble with humans, and humans are not delicious? Bai Su thought with some confusion.
The Hanged Ghost, which had been separated from its body, still felt pain, and its mind, which had been dead for many years, was running wildly.
Are you unwilling to share it with it? That's right... most ghosts are solitary. Even in this hotel, it just said hello to the hostess of the hotel.
Others...it depends on their abilities. If it attacks humans and overturns, there will be no other supernatural beings to take care of it.
But now, the Hanged Man is on the verge of overturning.
Bai Su didn't speak. The Hanged Man had already realized that the black-haired young man holding it had no interest in cooperating with it and had no intention of letting it go.
Then what follows is death and destruction.
Half of the body on the bed suddenly jumped up, Bai Su raised his knees slightly, and through just a small gap, the hung ghost's body escaped.
Tsk.
Seeing the hanged man's body running away, Bai Su wrapped the brown bedside towel around his hand again.
He picked up the two corners and quickly tied a bow, then threw the hanged man's head out on the spot with a throwing object.
The ball wrapped in cloth hit the hanging ghost's body quickly and hard. The sound of the collision was dull, and the sound of falling to the ground was not small.
The next moment, the hanged ghost disappeared.
Has it really disappeared? No, it's up there.
Bai Su leaned down and dodged the hanging rope coming towards him.
What is the hanging ghost's possession? The answer is obvious.
When the hanging rope fails, it prepares to escape. It has always relied on convincing humans to hang themselves voluntarily. Forced buying and selling is not its strong point.
In particular, it also meets monsters.
The white monster stared at it with black eyes.
The knot of the rough hemp rope swayed and floated from the chandelier above. Just as he was about to escape from the ceiling, someone gently reached under the hanging rope.
The slender wrist stretched into the knot, and the hanging rope that belonged to the hanged man habitually shrank, and the rough barbs were embedded in the skin. The knot further tightened, and more white color overflowed from the wound.
There was no blood, and the white stuffing was stained on the knot.
As if he had been drunk for a long time, and like a sponge absorbing water that was weighted, the hanging rope that was originally floating in the air fell to the ground.
The limp knot twisted back and forth on the ground, trying to get back into the air but unable to do so.
Why? Weirdly thought hard about why it——
Bai Su moved his wrist.
The "injured" wrist soon healed. He dropped to the ground from kneeling on the bed, stepped on the cold floor, and took a few steps to the hanging rope that had been dyed white.
A hanging knot was tied at the top of the teardrop-shaped rope. The knot was properly tied to ensure that the person's head was put in and strangled securely without the rope loosening halfway.
After observing for a moment, Baisuti slid up the rope and started looking for something.
It was impossible to eat, he could already smell the smell of rotten vegetable leaves.
After rummaging around, Bai Su found a box of matches in the corner of the guest room.
Yes, he was going to simply burn the hanging rope.
The match head was lightly struck with the red phosphorus, and the dynamic firelight flickered in the dim environment.
Bai Su moved the match, and the flames came closer to the outer edge of the knot. The hanging rope in his hand twisted wildly in an attempt to escape, but under the influence of the white attachment, the swing range was extremely small.
'don't want--'
'let me go--'
Bai Su vaguely heard some supernatural shouts, but remained unmoved.
The scorching fire light jumped in the black eyes, and the white dots under the eyes quickly disappeared in the burning of the flames, and then a mournful howl resounded in the empty air.
Bai Su allowed the fire to burn from the end of the knot to the top. Some flames touched his fingertips, but the black-haired young man's expression did not change.
It wasn't until the hanging rope was completely burned into gray-black powder and fell to the ground that Bai Su withdrew his hands that were already red and wrinkled.
The gray-black powder...does it need to be cleaned up?
The hotel room was dark, with no lights on and only the moonlight outside the window illuminating it.
Bai Su touched the wall nearby and successfully pressed the switch, turning the light on.
The sudden brightness made people squint their eyes for a moment, and when they opened them again, Bai Su looked at the messy bed and fell into deep thought.
Ah...did he burn the hanged man to death too quickly?
What Bai Su saw in front of him was a quilt that was kneaded with blood and rotten flesh. The dripping liquid did not disappear, but stayed there, apparently soaking into the quilt.
He should have left the hanged man behind and cleaned up before burning it.
Wrinkling his face for a moment, Bai Su reluctantly swept away the ashes on the ground and poured them into the trash can.
As for that quilt? Bai Su felt that he couldn't take it anymore.
He simply threw them all on the floor, dug out a thinner spare quilt from the hotel cupboard and spread it on the bed where there was only a mattress left.
The black-haired young man then lay down, closed his eyes and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
We’ll talk about cleaning tomorrow... Anyway, the hotel proprietress said they would cover cleaning...
"——Help me! Everyone is fine!"
"Help me...someone is trying to kill me!"
Harsh wailing sounded outside the door, and doors were knocked continuously, but most of them received no response. So the people who were running to knock on the door gradually came closer, and finally stopped in front of their doors.
"Open the door, please open the door!"
The crying female voice seemed to pass by 411, ring 409 again, but received no response, and finally came to 407.
"Dong dong dong."
There were three rhythmic knocks on the door, followed by a female voice that was sobbing to the point of collapse and cried: "Is there anyone? Someone wants to kill me. Please let me hide for a while."
