My Female Ghost is Super Fierce

Even the hand that was holding her ankle on the ground disappeared.

Looking at the door of the room that was opened, the three people in the room were overjoyed and wanted to rush towards the door without even thinking about it.

But just as the thoughts of the three of them rose, they suddenly found that they couldn't approach the door at all.

In the line of sight of the three of them, at some point, a black hand appeared on his ankle, holding it firmly, preventing him from moving a single bit.

Not only that, the moment Gao Yang stepped into the room, the door behind him was slammed shut again.

At the same time, a system prompt sounded in his mind.

"Ding, a ghost has been detected, and the target level is rated as Level 2 Grudge."

Hearing the evaluation of the ghosts in the room by the system teammates, the corner of Gao Yang's mouth suddenly twitched, looking a little disappointed.

I thought it would be a third-level ghost that was tossing around Yan Xiaoyan's house this time like last time.

It turned out to be just a second-tier little thing.

However, at this moment, under Gao Yang's sight, the grieving ghost who had frightened Zhao Yan and the others in the room followed Gao Yang into the room, and suddenly tiptoed to Gao Yang's back and walked to the door.

Afterwards, under Gao Yang's doubts, the grieving ghost closed the door that Gao Yang kicked open just now.

The sound and the sudden closing of the door frightened Zhao Yan and the others in the living room.

On the contrary, Gao Yang was speechless.

Why are you standing on tiptoe like a thief when you close the door like a ghost? Are you kidding me?

Speechless in his heart, Gao Yang sighed as he watched the grieving ghost tiptoeing to his side again.

After lighting a cigarette, he waved to the complaining ghost, "Come here."

Hearing Gao Yang's voice, the grieving ghost who had just closed the door to scare Gao Yang looked around, but found that there was no one else around except him.

Not only the complaining ghost, even Zhao Yan and the others in the room looked in the direction Gao Yang was looking at when they heard Gao Yang's words.

But even if the eyeballs almost popped out, none of them saw a ghost.

It was as if Gao Yang was talking completely to the air.

At the door, seeing the ghost looking around, Gao Yang continued to speak.

"Don't be dazed, are there other ghosts besides you?" Gao Yang nodded after exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" After pondering for a while, the resentful ghost choked out these words.

Gao Yang smiled disdainfully and asked, "What do you think?"

"court death".

Seeing this, the grieving ghost seemed to be irritated by Gao Yang's contemptuous gesture, and the yin energy on his body quickly turned into blood and rushed to Gao Yang.

The distance between the two is almost only a short distance of less than ten centimeters.

At this moment, the grieving ghost's face was covered with wounds from the blade. Even at this distance, Gao Yang could clearly see that the surface of the wound that was constantly bleeding was turned outwards.

It looked extremely hideous.

Zhao Yan and the others, who were still in a daze, finally saw the grieving ghost standing in front of Gao Yang when the grieving ghost appeared.

Immediately, one by one kept shrinking back in fright.

As the person involved, Gao Yang stared fixedly at the grieving ghost in front of him for a few seconds trying to scare him, then slowly turned his head.

Just when the resentful ghost thought Gao Yang was afraid, Gao Yang faintly said, "It's also a ghost, why are you so ugly? It's so eye-catching."

Grudge: "?????"

The voice came to the ear, and the grieving ghost became furious after being stunned for a moment.

But before the complaining ghost could make another move, he saw a hand zooming in quickly in his sight.

A few minutes later, the closed door of the house was opened again, and Yan Xiaoyan, who was still a little out of breath, carefully poked his head out of the door and looked into the room.

He looked very much like Gao Yang who was weak and pitiful a few days ago.

However, Yan Xiaoyan was stunned when he poked his head out and saw the situation inside the house.

In sight, the inside of his house was bright.

Gao Yang, who had abandoned him before, was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his legs crossed, Zhao Yan and others from his company shrank behind Gao Yang.

The resentful ghost who had acted recklessly in Yan Xiaoyan's house just now was kneeling in front of Gao Yang with disheveled hair, his shoulders twitching and sobbing.

There was a pool of bright red blood under him.

As if hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, the complaining ghost still turned his head and glanced at Yan Xiaoyan at the door.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed down the hideous face, full of grievances, and dripped onto the ground to merge with the blood on the pale and wounded face.

"Fuck"

But even so, Yan Xiaoyan was still taken aback by the appearance of this grieving ghost.

After a while, I mustered up the courage to touch the corner of the wall and reach the side of Zhao Yan and the others.

"boss"

Looking at Yan Xiaoyan who walked along the wall to the side of several people, Zhao Yan and the others were overjoyed and quickly opened their mouths.

Yan Xiaoyan nodded for a moment, pointed to the grieving ghost kneeling in front of Gao Yang, and asked doubtfully, "What's going on?"

Hearing this, Liu Qingqing, who was about to be paralyzed by fright before, said in an uncertain tone, "It seems that this elder brother should have beaten the ghost to tears."

"What?"

Yan Xiaoyan seemed a little unresponsive when he heard this.

Chapter 47: Real Tears of Blood

Immediately afterwards, Liu Qingqing roughly explained what happened before.

It was the grieving ghost who was furious before, after being slapped by Gao Yang, the grieving ghost continued to rush forward and wanted to attack Gao Yang.

Then, in front of Zhao Yan and the others, Gao Yang kicked the grieving ghost to the ground with a flip of his arms and kicks, then took the grieving ghost's foot and smashed it wildly on the ground more than a dozen times.

That cry was much more miserable than before Zhao Yan and the others.