A three- or four-year-old child had a knife as high as it stuck in his body. The sword passed out from in front of it,
The green flames attached to the blade always caused it pain.
"...Ah..." It trembled and tore off the left shoulder with the bronze knife inserted in it, and staggered away.
The young body rushed out of the door, and even fell down while running away.
But it still can't stop it from escaping.
Running to the corridor, you can see the downstairs passage at the end at a glance.
Its ferocious face showed joy, it swung its legs vigorously, and ran towards the passage desperately.
Can escape!
As long as you escape, there is still a chance. As long as you don't die, the chance will always exist.
The supernatural blogger and his companions who were hiding at the door witnessed the embarrassed Ghost Man escaping from the house.
That look was completely different from when I first came to this hotel.
The current Peeves is like a bereaved dog, running for his life in a panic.
The supernatural blogger froze in place, not even daring to move.
Peeves noticed them, but he had no time to pay attention to them.
The supernatural blogger said with trembling lips and tongue: "It escaped...".
"That kind of monster actually escaped...".
His companion lamented: "It's a pity that the success fell short..."
"It would be nice if someone could stop it."
The supernatural blogger shook his head desperately and said: "Are you kidding me? To stop this kind of monster? Even the two monsters in the house failed to keep it."
"Whoever dares to stop it may be skinned."
"I don't dare, even if I'm beaten to death."
........
Peeves ran frantically toward the stairs. To him, the dark passage was the dawn, the dawn that could save his life and change his chances.
Suddenly, two large black shadows appeared in front of its eyes. The blood-red eyes on the back of its neck opened and saw a man wearing a shroud with a bloodless face rushing toward it.
By the time it reacted, it had been pinned down by two figures.
The supernatural blogger grabbed Peeves' legs with one hand and held down its head with the other.
His whole body was shaking with fear, his face turned pale, and he kept mumbling:
"I will die completely... I will die...".
"Only a fool would do this...only a fool...".
His companion suppressed the Peeves with their knees and hands, and sighed: "Then you're not here yet?".
The skinned ghost was so angry that his skin split in many places, and his eyes stared at them from the back of his neck: "You are seeking death! You are seeking death!".
The supernatural blogger’s eyes are red:
"Although you will die completely, you can escape."
"Our death will be meaningless."
"You are not a ghost, you are not even worthy of being a ghost!".
The skin of the skinned ghost burst open in anger, and a large tearing hole opened on the top of his head.
A little baby turned into a black shadow and rushed out, crawling on its hands and feet towards the exit.
For a moment, the supernatural blogger and others clicked blankly. He looked at the black shadow of the baby that he could no longer catch up with, feeling desperate in his heart:
"Can't catch up...".
"It still escaped...".
His companions shook their heads helplessly. They were all just ordinary lonely ghosts. It was a great courage to rush forward and hold down the skin-peeling ghost for a few seconds.
"That's enough," my voice suddenly echoed in the corridor,
Pa...it is clear that the sound of palms clasping together is neither soft nor heavy,
The fleeing figure of the Peeves was forced to lie down, unable to move its limbs, and even turning its head was very slow.
I clasped my hands and passed by the supernatural blogger. The ghost was struggling, his back was bulging.
The delicate skin was stretched out with cyan blood vessels protruding, filled with bloodshot eyes, and cracks slowly extended on it.
At this time, I let go of my hand, and the skinned ghost suddenly felt relieved. Just when the crack in his back was about to open,
A hand with five fingers burning with green fire fell from above. The burning fingers pressed on the crack of the bulge, forcing the bulge back.
Peeves screamed unwillingly: "Not even close!"
"Just a little bit! You!".
"You can't escape!"
"I will never let you escape this time! It's time to bear the consequences of what happened to you." I grabbed it with all my strength and clasped its back tightly.
It has no skin anymore, and this skin is its last skin.
There is a certain limit to the skin that the skinned ghost can wear. If it does not wear the skin of the devil and the evil skin,
It can wear ten or twenty human skins at the same time, but after it wears ghost skin, the number of skins it can wear is greatly reduced.
The right hand used the weight of the body to press the baby, and the five fingers were still exerting force. The baby's skin had been broken under the fingers.
Five fingers were inserted into the body, and the smaller body bulged in many places, and a green glow spread under the skin...
It cried and cried like a child.
Every cry is like a knife cutting into people's hearts. No one can be indifferent to the cry of a baby, and no one can attack a pure and ignorant child.
They are the most innocent and original.
My right hand seemed to have caught something inside the baby, the soul flames burning at my fingertips, and the crying became more and more tragic.
My hands tremble slightly, and sometimes I have the illusion that the person I have is not the Peeves.
But a real baby, the most innocent baby.
It was struggling, and it was also torturing me. How could I not empathize even though I knew it was just a skin.
But I absolutely cannot let go, just so that no baby will be in this situation again in the future.
As for morality, I have memorized the condemnation of my conscience.
It cried and a small bulge appeared on the back of its head, and finally the double pupils opened on the back of its head.
The two pupils in the blood-red whites of his eyes were rotating, and blood and tears were surging in his eyes... He looked pitiful.
Tears also filled my eyes unconsciously, and I stroked the baby's head with my other hand.
"Soon... you will be free soon..."
"No one can manipulate you anymore...".
My comfort aroused the fury of the skin-peeling ghost. It struggled and yelled: "Damn it, you all deserve to die!"
"What's wrong with me! What's wrong with me!".
"Damn...everything deserves to be damned...I work so hard...I am so diligent..."
"Why should I end up like this...!"
I exerted all my strength with my fingers, gritted my teeth and asked:
"Why do you take someone else's skin? You are just a thief without skin!"
"You deserve to take advantage of people's emotions and use other people's skin to fulfill your own selfish desires!"
The Peeves' voice was weaker, and there was less struggle. It sneered:
"I deserve to die? Don't you deserve to die?"
Me: "After you die, I will die too."
Peeves: "It's ridiculous. I am an inhuman existence. Why should I be restrained by human concepts?"
"Everything about me is reasonable, and I am the reason."
"There is no right or wrong, only rules written by the strong."
"You can be like me. If you let me go, I can help you."
"I can help you get away from the Zhang family, and I can also help you get away from that woman."
I didn't respond, I still grabbed the thing inside the baby and let the soul flame burn.
The Peeves tried their best to discuss:
"You can be inhuman. If you can break away from this mediocre group, you are the right person."
"We can join hands, I can even be your subordinate, I will help you"
"I have a way to help you untie that thing on your body."
"Zhang Ah Si, you need me!".
