I had been pinched by her until I almost lost consciousness, and the vision in front of me was already blurred.

I don't know what happened, but at the moment when I was about to lose consciousness, I vaguely saw a white figure passing in front of me.

The hand that was squeezing my neck actually let go.

I didn't have time to react, and I actually fell to the first floor.

There was a dull thud, and I felt as if something had been hit beneath me.

I sat up and kept coughing while covering my burning throat. After more than a minute, my vision slowly turned from dim to bright, and I finally saw everything around me clearly.

At this time, I was not on the second floor, but on the first floor! Looking at the four-meter-high floor, how come I didn’t do anything after falling from such a high place?

When I looked at the group of hanged ghosts, they all looked at me stupidly.

Wang Tong took the opportunity to run out from the group of hanged ghosts. He had a lot of new scars on his body, and black blood scabs were stained on his clothes. Everyone who saw it was shocked.

"Holy shit, you can do it!" Wang Tong smiled and ran towards me.

"Roar!" A violent roar.

A layer of black yin energy spread out to all directions, and a huge cold wind blew through my body, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably.

What appeared in my field of vision was the old man. He was in a very embarrassed state, his neat Tai Chi suit was even more torn, and his face was paler than before.

However, he looked at me with approving eyes and looked me up and down: "The younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared!"

I was even more confused when I heard these words of praise.

What happened to them?

Before I could react, Wang Tong gave me a thumbs up: "I underestimated you before, but I didn't expect you to be so courageous. I admire you, I admire you!"

"Ah? What is that?" My voice was a little hoarse.

Looking at the hanged man who no longer attacked, and Wang Tong, who was always admiring him, I was undoubtedly puzzled by the old man.

How did the old man escape from being surrounded by Tianzhu? And why did these hanged ghosts not attack? These questions linger in my mind.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked in confusion.

Wang Tong seemed extremely excited. He walked up to me and patted my shoulder and said, "You really impressed me this time!"

"What do you mean?" Wang Tong's words made me even more confused, as if I had done something terrible.

Wang Tong looked at me with hesitant eyes. He pointed to the ground and said, "Look at what's under your butt."

"Huh? Down there? Damn it! Why is there someone else?" I jumped up from the ground.

I saw Wu Fan lying motionless on the ground. As I said, it didn't hurt at all after falling from such a high place. It turned out that Wu Fan was unlucky enough to be my human cushion!

Not to mention, it’s quite comfortable to sit on.

Looking at Wu Fan lying on the ground, I suddenly remembered that Yang Zian was still possessed by a ghost!

I was so confused just now that I forgot such an important thing.

I said to Wang Tong with an anxious look on my face: "Oh no, Yang Zian is possessed by a ghost."

"What?" Wang Tong exclaimed.

"Don't worry, it's just a little devil up there. I'll take care of it, old man."

After the old man finished speaking with a smile, his figure flashed and disappeared from our eyes in an instant.

Now that the old man has taken action, Yang Zian must not be in any danger. In my eyes, the old man is invincible. How could the kid upstairs who strangled me half to death be his opponent?

I looked at the group of hanged ghosts in front of me, and thought of the little gourd, and smiled maliciously at the group of ghosts.

I took out the small gourd from Wu Fan who was knocked unconscious by me. The overall color of the small gourd is dark. If you look closely, there are densely carved runes on the gourd.

"How will Wang Tong deal with these ghosts next?" I asked in a deep voice holding the small gourd.

Wang Tong rolled his eyes and smiled: "Hey! It's better to take it for your own use, otherwise there are so many hanged ghosts who can't be saved, and they will all be destroyed, which will damage the moral character."

Wang Tong took the small gourd from my hand, raised the gourd high to the group of ghosts, and said loudly: "Listen, you all stay in this warehouse honestly. Without our orders, none of you can come out. If there is a ghost,

If you disobey the order, I will make your souls fly to pieces."

Wang Tong's skills are really good. If they are ordered to do so openly, they may disobey them openly. If they are asked to supervise each other, will they still go out?

Even if a ghost wants to get out, will the remaining ghosts let him get out?

Will not!

"Yes!" a group of hanged ghosts said in unison.

After saying that, their figures disappeared back against the wall just like I did when they first arrived.

Just at this moment, the old man's figure suddenly appeared in front of us.

The sudden appearance of the old man also startled us both.

"Uncle, you almost scared me to death." I said with a cold sweat on my forehead.

This is not an exaggeration. How would you feel if a ghost suddenly appeared in a place where life and death were critical?

Don't talk about me, even Wang Tong's forehead showed small drops of sweat.
Chapter completed!