Hong You looked and saw an unknown caller.
After she answered the phone, a voice came from the other end that made her itch with hatred:
"Go to No. 561 Xingyun Street quickly. There is a big red light at the entrance. Wait for me there."
Hongyou held back her resentment and asked:
"Is something wrong?"
Ning Qiushui:
"You'll know when you get here."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and said to Fang Shan, who was in the passenger seat next to him:
"Rescue is coming soon."
Fang Shan was sweating profusely, and his eyes looked in the rearview mirror in panic from time to time, carefully observing the back of the car.
"your friend?"
"That's right...?"
"Don't be modest. Although the conversation was short, I can feel the mutual trust between you. Neither of you asked you why. It just came out in one sentence."
Ning Qiushui coughed twice and held the steering wheel with both hands:
"I hope she thinks so too..."
"When she arrives, we can go to your house to prepare the follow-up work and give this ghost a little color."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw something in the hazy front of the rain and fog, and turned the steering wheel suddenly!
"Sit tight."
Ning Qiushui's tone was solemn.
The terrifying ghost suddenly appeared in front of the street, staring at them coldly!
After coming out of the coffee shop, they had already circled this area many times. With their familiarity with the terrain and some "little tricks" that Fang Shan had left in the town before, they were able to tangle with the ghost in front of them. one time……
However, Fang Shan's little tricks obviously couldn't really cause trouble to this fierce ghost. Once the fierce ghost "understood" Fang Shan's method of causing trouble for it, Ning Qiushui and the others would be in trouble!
"Why did it appear here..."
Fang Shan's eyelids twitched.
"Fang Shan, it doesn't seem like your trick is working anymore."
Ning Qiushui took out a special cigarette with her fingertips.
When necessary, he would light this cigarette to deal with the crisis before him.
There were no other vehicles on this long black street. In front of the rain and fog, the ghost stood there quietly.
Ning Qiushui's car has been locked by a ghost.
No matter which direction he drove, the ghost would always appear in front of them and get closer to them step by step!
A terrifying sense of oppression came to his face along with the smell of death. Ning Qiu Shui turned the steering wheel and arrived at the agreed upon location, and simply parked the car.
"Can't run away."
Looking at the terrifying ghost walking towards them through the rain in front of them, Ning Qiushui turned off the car directly.
Fang Shan stared straight ahead, his eyes like sharp swords. In addition to nervousness and fear, Ning Qiushui also vaguely felt his anger.
"You seem a little angry?"
Ning Qiushui said to Fang Shan next to him.
Fang Shan trembled and wanted to touch the cigarette again, but Ning Qiushui grabbed his arm.
"You have smoked twenty-seven cigarettes since we met. If you smoke like this, I think you will die suddenly tonight."
Fang Shan was slightly startled, then smiled bitterly and said:
"It doesn't matter, you're going to die soon anyway, right?"
Ning Qiushui stared at him and asked seriously:
"If you take out the 'thing' hidden in the back room, what are the chances of trapping this evil ghost?"
Fang Shan thought for a while.
"I have no idea."
"There's no chance of knowing."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the front window of the car and was slightly startled.
The ghost is gone.
He was about to tell Ning Qiushui, but as soon as he turned his head, his eyes widened!
Fang Shan saw that a pair of cracked and bloody hands were already pressing on Ning Qiushui's shoulders!
The pale lights on the roof of the car flickered, and half of Ning Qiushui's head appeared behind her drooped head.
Those eyes... are pure black.
Even if he didn't see the area below the bridge of his nose, Fang Shan could tell that the ghost in front of him was laughing through the skin and muscles pulled up by his ears.
Yes……
It won.
They were caught anyway.
The ghost hand slowly touched Ning Qiushui's chest and heart, and his intention was very obvious.
Only then did Fang Shan realize that he and Ning Qiushui...were both the ones behind the scenes who wanted to kill them.
And he should have thought of the reason - there are only three corpse stitchers in this small town.
In addition to the person behind the scenes, one is Fang Shan, and the other one lives in Ning Qiushui's chest!
As long as the other corpse stitchers disappear completely, no one in this town will be able to threaten him anymore!
"Master...you haven't remembered a single word of what you taught me back then!"
Fang Shan clenched his fists, his tone full of ridicule and anger.
The ghost hand inserted into Ning Qiushui's chest.
At the same time, the cigarette on Ning Qiushui's fingertips spontaneously ignited without fire. Sparks appeared, and Fang Shan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly heard several teenage laughter.
"Hehe, let's play a game!"
Fang Shan frowned.
The next moment, three tattered children appeared around the car, holding hands and wearing school uniforms.
Blood spread all over the ground, their bodies were covered with ferocious scars, and they exuded strong resentment. Fang Shan didn't understand when these three little ghosts appeared, and he couldn't even imagine what these three children had suffered during their lifetimes. The horrific abuse turned out to be like this.
"Play games... play games..."
"Come play games with us!!"
As the three children kept chanting, the fierce ghost lying behind Ning Qiushui slowly retracted his hand, and his body seemed to be pulled out of the car by some force!
It roared angrily and stood outside the car, confronting the three imps.
In the car, Ning Qiushui's expression was calm, but the cigarette in his hand burned quickly, which meant that the three little ones couldn't help him delay for long.
Just when the cigarette was halfway burning, a taxi appeared in the distance, breaking the balance here.
The bright lights of the taxi dazzled both Ning Qiushui and Fang Shan.
The taxi stopped at the traffic light, the passenger door opened, and a beautiful woman got out of the taxi. She looked at Ning Qiushui, feeling vaguely curious, but the light was dim, and she couldn't see clearly. She only felt a It looked strange for an adult to confront three small children holding hands.
When she got closer, her expression suddenly changed, and she turned around and was about to run away, but how could Ning Qiushui let her go?
She was dragged directly into the car by Ning Qiushui, and then Ning Qiushui quickly set off and drove the two of them towards the east street.
"Hey, Fang Shan, you just said that you can use the blood of three people to make the Three Talents Formation. What do you do?"
Ning Qiushui faced Fang Shandao, the co-pilot.
Fang Shan frowned:
"The Three Talents Formation requires the blood of at least two living dead..."
"Isn't there any way your friend can hold back that fierce ghost behind him?"
Hong You, who was sitting in the back seat with messy hair, became anxious when he heard this. He glared at the driver's seat in a high-octave voice and said:
"Scary ghost?!"
"Ning Qiushui, you called me so damn late at night that you asked me to come over and protect you from evil spirits?!"
Ning Qiushui glanced at the cigarette that was about to burn out.
"Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. She is almost dead anyway, and can be considered half a living dead. What do you think?"
"It really doesn't work. She still has a ghost weapon on her body, which can block it for a while."
Hong You:
"???"
PS: Good night!
