Chapter 77 Contract (2)

Author: Morning 77

Chapter 77 Contract (2)

This horse face is not as easy to talk to as other ghosts. He doesn't show any affection at all and just wants to put the soul lock on Jiang Ke.

After Jiang Ke's soul was tortured, it was already very weak and could not withstand the binding of the soul lock.

As soon as the chain was on his body, he collapsed to the ground and groaned in pain.

"Sir!" Zhang Wanmo couldn't stand it anymore and stood directly in front of Niutou.

"Yellow-haired boy! How dare you block the road! Do you know how many things have been ruined by your blocking?" Niutou also came over, snorting heavily from his big nostrils, and staring at us as if he was about to fall out of his head.

Other ghosts also came out of the door one after another. The ghosts fleeing around were all controlled, and the bull-headed horse-faced finally had time to face us head-on.

"Sir, all the escaped ghosts have been controlled, except for the one on the 18th floor, which escaped." The ghost errand who was currently giving a report to Minotaur Horse Face glanced at Jiang Ke, "This ghost should have died long ago.

How should we deal with it?”

"Just do what you want to do with it." As he said that, he handed the chain in his hand, along with Jiang Ke, into the hands of the ghost.

"Sir! Please have mercy!" I just took a step forward.

The chain in Niu Tou's hand was thrown towards me.

The seemingly light chain fell on my body and scratched it hard, causing a stinging and burning sensation on my skin.

"Chen Xing!" Yan Shuyuan stepped forward to support me worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." I shook my head.

We must not just let them lock Jiang Ke's soul away.

"Sir! I beg you to forgive Jiang Ke, the one from the Eighteenth Level of Hell. No matter what it is, I will help you catch it."

"What a loud tone." The bull head and the horse looked towards me, and even the ghost guy who held Jiang Ke's soul lock stopped and looked at me in shock.

"Speaking of which, the thing that escaped has some connection with you. The things you did to help Jiang Ke can be written off. Jiang Ke will also reincarnate properly. Come here."

I walked forward obediently.

The bull head exhaled hot breath, and there was a drop of red blood in the center of the monster-like palm.

With a flick of his hand, the blood instantly blended into my eyebrows.

I shivered and felt bitingly cold.

"This is a drop of that thing's painstaking efforts. With it, you will feel something whether it is a human or a ghost." He raised his hand again, and the soul lock was returned to his hand, "Jiang Ke, just follow

let's go."

The door slowly disappeared, and I stood there with lingering fear.

"It's over, Chen Xing! You've caused a big trouble!" Zhang Wanmo started to pull out his hair with a headache, "What kind of interesting things are locked in the eighteenth level of hell? Why did you just agree to it? My aunt!"

"Chen Xing, are you okay?" Yan Shuyuan also walked over.

I raised my head and glanced at him. It was not Yan Shuyuan, but Yan Shuhang whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

"It's okay." I waved my hand and stood up.

"This has been done." Zhang Wanmo was already exhausted and collapsed on the ground, "Oh my God!"

"Get up, there are still a lot of things to do later."

I kicked Zhang Wanmo.

Jiang Ke's matter was finally settled, and the big stone in my heart fell.

Early the next morning, Zhang Wanmo banged on the door of my room, "Xiao Xing! Come out! I had a nightmare yesterday! I dreamed that we actually agreed to Minotaur Horse Noodles to catch the guy who escaped from the eighteenth level of hell.

stuff!"

I opened the door, and he looked at me stunned for a moment, "It turns out, this is not a dream. It's over, it's over, I'm really dead this time."

"???"

It was not a dream in the first place, maybe Zhang Wanmo never wanted to accept this reality.

"Look at yourself." He pointed at the center of my eyebrows.

I looked at the dressing mirror at the door. There was a small red dot between my eyebrows, like a mole. When I touched it with my hand, I could feel the bump.

"This is a 'contract' between you and Niutou. Now you can't even think about denying it."

"Are you all up? Good morning." Yan Shuyuan walked over sleepily.

"Yan Shuhang?" It seemed that even Zhang Wanmo could tell the difference, "Why are you here?"

"Ah? I'll look at the time and come over to ask you to have breakfast?"

"That's not what I said, forget it, let's go, find a place to fill our stomach first." What Zhang Wanmo wanted to ask was why he ran out again.

Summer vacation is coming to an end.

During this summer vacation, although we found many ghosts in Fentou Mountain, I lost my best friend Jiang Ke forever.

Just when we were about to go to the last ghost location provided by Yan Shuang, I received a call from Yan Shuang.

She was crying on the other end of the phone, saying that she couldn't bear it anymore and wanted me to save her.

In fact, the ghost-faced sores on Yan Shuang's body are the same type as those of the little ghosts. The difference is that the little ghosts still have a certain chance to control them, while the ghost-faced sores will definitely lead to death once they develop.

It's just a matter of how long you live.

But now it seems that Yan Shuang is about to die.

It has only been three months since we last met.

It seems that Yan Shuang persisted for a shorter period of time than we imagined.

Because of the riots in the underworld, Ge Mingyi said he wanted to go back to his school to check on the situation, but only Yan Shuhang, me, and Zhang Wanmo returned to school.

As soon as we got off the plane, Yan Shuang couldn't wait to ask us to meet.

She looked more and more beautiful and seemed to be doing well, but when she saw us, she cried.

"Xingxing!" This was the first time she called me by my nickname, "You must, must save me."

I stopped her crying and pulled her aside alone. She unzipped her skirt and showed it to me.

The sore on the ghost face is much larger than three months ago, and it looks lifelike.

Yao Po felt the movement and slowly opened her eyes, "Little girl, long time no see."

I immediately put Yan Shuang's clothes on to cover her.

"You have also seen that she is getting bigger and bigger, and her nose and eyes have already protruded." Yan Shuang held my hand in fear, "Xingxing, what should I do? I was obsessed at the time.

I already know I was wrong.”

No, I don’t think she felt she was wrong at all, she was just afraid of death.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have delayed coming to see me until now.

It was obvious that she could have solved the ghost-faced sore when she realized it was growing, but it was greed that made her compromise again and again.

The consequences of the ghost face sore are very tragic. The ghost face on the body will grow bigger and bigger until the face becomes like a normal person, and then it will break out of the host's body. This situation is a new life for the evil ghost.

Yan Shuang was not saved from the beginning, and all that can be done now is to reduce her pain, whether it is physical or psychological.
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