The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

The answer is obviously no.

Su Nanzhi was thinking, what happened to this female ghost?

Judging from the aura on her body, this is nothing more than an ordinary evil spirit at best. Although it is powerful, how can Xiao Taomu, an artifact that can be said to be the darling of heaven, only cause a little damage to her?

Therefore, Su Nanzhi's question just now sounded heartless, but it did contain her own doubts.

With such doubts, Su Nanzhi wanted to get a closer look.

So, she really approached the window.

Although Jiang Beiyu on the bed couldn't see anything in the underworld at this moment, judging from Su Nanzhi's actions, he easily came to the conclusion that there was a ghost in the room.

So he didn't move at all, just stayed on the bed and watched Su Nanzhi's performance.

Because no one opened his yin and yang eyes this time, and he only watched one person's performance, which seemed a bit indescribably weird.

It feels a little less like watching a horror movie.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew the situation, it would look like watching a psychotic show right now.

"..."

For some reason, Jiang Beiyu suddenly wanted to take out his mobile phone and record the scene in front of him.

After all, the little bodyguard's sword dancing movements were very standard, so standard that he even wanted to applaud.

Over there, Su Nanzhi was observing the difference in the female ghost closely, but in fact, every movement she made was very dangerous.

This ghost moves very quickly.

So fast that she almost couldn't hide.

And, faster and faster.

It seemed that after realizing that Su Nanzhi could dodge her movements, the female ghost sped up.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

There is a swear word, I don't know whether to call it or not.

"Jie Jie Jie..." The female ghost suddenly let out such a laugh—it should be considered a laugh.

Su Nanzhi suddenly felt that something was wrong, and she dodged back suddenly, and sure enough, the next second, a raging fire erupted from the female ghost's body. Burned a bit.

A tingling pain on the skin.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

Good guy.

This is the soul-refining fire brought up from the 18th level of hell - which means that this is a ghost that has gone down to the 18th level of hell and escaped.

Just your mother is outrageous.

Now the errands don't work anymore, do they?

Not only was the ghost sneaking up, but the soul refining fire was stolen by others and they didn't even notice?

Will she have to capture the ghost herself later?

Moreover, since ghosts can come up from the eighteenth floor, is this the only one?

Some questions cannot withstand deep thought, or dare not think deeply at all.

After Su Nanzhi was burned by the soul refining fire, her eyes on the other party became much hotter.

A fugitive from hell, how many entries must be made in her merit book - earning life has always been an urgent matter.

So she swung the mahogany sword more and more quickly, and it was almost impossible to tell that this was a person with a serious heart disease.

She has a great attachment to her own life.

She has to live, and she has to live.

Since you are not afraid of Xiao Taomu, why not try something else.

Su Nanzhi's fingers moved slightly, and the palm gradually condensed into a mist. At the same time, an ice bow appeared in her hand.

He pulled the bowstring, condensed the sword between his fingers, and flew out in a flash.

Hit the bullseye!

Just like that, the female ghost suddenly screamed, and then gradually condensed into an ice sculpture.

Su Nanzhi: "?"