Bai Qiuye pinched her fingertips, feeling numb, as if her fingers and palms were separated.

It seems that it's not just the appearance that is affected.

This also means that they don't have much time.

The man with the hair tie looked at Mo Jie: "Brother Jie, what should I do?"

Mojie said: "The paper man appeared in this house, so the employer must know the inside story. She will come back when we finish the first job, and we will ask her for the solution."

"Besides, paper-based work will not kill you, but absenteeism will." Mo Jie made a decisive decision, "There are still three hours left, let's go and clean the bones first."

Fu Yao, who was leaning against the corner, seemed to be disturbed by their voices and frowned.

Liu He asked: "What should she do?"

Mo Jie: "We took the body away, and the black cat is here, so she is safer here."

Liu He nodded and wrapped Widow Du's husband in the quilt again.

Bai Qiuye looked at his back and suddenly blurted out: "Rong——"

Liu He seemed to have heard some signal and turned back to look at her, his eyes full of confusion.

Bai Qiuye froze on the spot.

Huh?

What did she want to say just now?

Liu He thought he heard wrongly, so he turned around and continued to clean up.

"I saw the terrain here when I went out just now." Mo Jie didn't know what was going on between the two of them, so he said directly, "From the end of the village to the end of the village, the terrain becomes lower. In addition, there are mountains at the end of the village, and there is a stream over there. The living water refers to

That’s where it is.”

"Most of the stagnant water is also nearby." He added, "For example, a small barrier lake formed by falling boulders after a landslide."

The hairband man heard this and praised Mo Jie fiercely: "Brother Jie, you are really well-informed, knowledgeable and talented!"

Mo Jie still remembered the internal strife and sneered slightly, not being fooled by the sweet words of the man with the hair tie.

Bai Qiuye nodded secretly. There was indeed a stream at the end of the village, but the stagnant water was not a barrier lake.

After settling Fu Yao, the four of them left Widow Du's house together.

Like a rapid march, they walked all the way to the end of the village. Because they were carrying corpses, the atmosphere was very dull.

The houses on both sides of the winding road turned into upright grain piles. They cast black shadows on the ground, diagonally inserting into the section of road where several people were about to pass.

Liu He remained silent as always, as if someone had taken the curiosity away from him. He did not ask how Zhong Ying died.

He and Mo Jie carried the body and walked very quickly, while Bai Qiuye and the man with the hair tie hung behind.

The man with the hair tie suddenly said: "Why do I feel like there are footsteps behind me?"

This voice followed them twenty or thirty meters behind them, maintaining the same speed and following unhurriedly.

From Widow Du's house to here, that voice followed them all the way like a gangrene in their bones.

This time, not only the hairband man, but Bai Qiuye also heard the footsteps, and she nodded.

The man with the hair tie lowered his voice and said to Bai Qiuye: "Before, Fu Yao also said that someone was following him."

At this moment, the sound that had been echoing in my ears suddenly disappeared, as if the pause button of the continuously looping tape recorder had been pressed.

The man with the hair tie breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Then why is the sound gone?"

But Bai Qiuye couldn't laugh. She saw that the man with the hairband was carrying someone on his back.

The long black hair covered his shoulders like seaweed, and two slender arms wrapped around his neck, seeming to be broken at any time. A bloodless face was pressed next to his head, so close that it seemed like he was listening to him.

Breathing is normal.

But the man with the hairband didn't notice it.

Bai Qiuye's pupils shrank, almost losing his mind.

When did it appear?

Bai Qiuye: "Chen Chen"

Hairband Man: "What's wrong?"

Bai Qiuye looked at the unknown creature with its lips touching the neck of the man with the hairband, and hesitated for a moment: "When you went out, you didn't carry Fu Yao on your back."

The man with the hair tie was stunned: "Absolutely, why should I carry her on my back?"

Bai Qiuye looked at him deeply: "Then the woman on your back can only be a ghost."

The man with the hair tie seemed to be struck by lightning. Bai Qiuye's words made him wake up from a dream. It was only at this moment that he caught a glimpse of two soft and pale arms hanging on his chest.

He pulled them apart violently, but those hairs began to shrink in an instant, as if a trap had been triggered.

The air was quickly squeezed out of the lungs, and the burning pain was like a hot iron branding the fragile esophagus. The soreness spread to the nerve endings of the brain, and the simulated screams in the heart were like a broken wheel scraping against the gravel on the ground, which made people feel dizzy.

numb.

The hair spread quickly, trapping his limbs and getting into his facial features.

The man with the hair tie could only close his eyes tightly and wanted to ask Mo Jie and Liu He in front for help, but his mouth was full of hair and he couldn't make a sound at all.

An ink string he wore on his hand suddenly broke in half, and a bead fell to the ground and burned to ashes in an instant.

The hair on the man's eyes gave off the stench of burning protein. After his life-saving tools were used up, he finally got a break.

His vision was blurred, and the man with the hairband could only see Bai Qiuye's legs and feet tangled in hair.

Call for help!

He conveyed the final message with his eyes, but the retreating hair reoccupied the high ground, and the window to his soul was blocked again.

Bai Qiuye's ankles had been strangled with red marks, and her hair dragged her towards the man with the hairband.

The woman lying on the back of the man with the hair tie seemed to have barbs on her limbs, sticking to his back in a weird posture that ignored gravity, but her head was rotated ninety degrees, facing Bai Qiuye straight away.

A sinister smile appeared on her face, and her cloudy eyes projected the malice that had turned into reality.

She no longer remembers who she is, but she clearly knows the purpose of coming here.

Kill them.

They are all in the bag.

They were about to keep her company.

She saw Bai Qiuye's hands grabbing the hem of her skirt that had her hair stuck to it.

But this futile struggle is just a small sideshow in the hunting process.

Suddenly, Bai Qiuye lifted her skirt towards her——

Under that skirt was a pair of beach shorts with palm prints on them.

Where there is no cloth covering, eight hatchets are tied dazzlingly.

Two handfuls for the front and back of the calf, and two handfuls for the front and back of the thigh.

The available space was ruthlessly squeezed out, leaving only space for the knees to bend.

The hair's movement stopped at this moment.

The female ghost subconsciously raised her hands to cover her eyes.

What kind of look is this???

Isn’t it a bit too exaggerated???

Are you still not a human being when you go out dressed like this???

She seemed to smell a sinister aura that was darker than the night.

She seemed to see countless dead ghosts crying under the knife.

She seemed to see through the shiny blade the blood that had been covered up by time and had accumulated into black.

She seemed to hear her seniors shouting silently——

Run away!!!!

There are serial killers of demons!!!!!

The female ghost immediately abandoned her helmet and armor. She didn't even have time to take back her hair. She cut off her hair with a wave of her hand and rushed out eight hundred meters like lightning. She didn't dare to stay in front of Bai Qiuye for one more second.

Bai Qiuye was untying one of the hatchets when a gust of wind swept away from him. When he raised his head again, the female ghost had disappeared.

Bai Qiuye's blown hair fell back onto his shoulders, and he tied the hatchet back with a curse.

System 09 suddenly commented.

[The psychological quality of this generation of ghosts is the worst I have ever seen.]

The man with the hair tie struggled to pull the hair that had lost its elasticity from his body. When his nostrils finally came into contact with the fresh air, he immediately fell to the ground and vomited.

The acidic water washed through the esophagus, and the hair spit out was like a dying nematode, fluttering in the filth.
To be continued...