Chapter 893 You Call This a Peripheral?

A word from a cultural person made Jiang Beiyu aware of his situation.

He has been unlucky since he was a child, but his life is still there, but now, ordinary ghosts can no longer get close to him.

The bad luck seems to be gone in this way.

But after hearing what Su Nanzhi said, he suddenly realized that maybe, he didn't go away completely.

At this moment, Jiang Beiyu heard a slow knock on the door.

A cool breath came through the crack of the door.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

He was expressionless: "Su Xiaozhi, do you want to open this door?"

Su Nanzhi thought for a while and stood up: "Let's open it for a while, so as not to damage the door of the hotel and lose money."

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

He stood up and pulled the little girl behind him.

Su Nanzhi: "I'm not afraid."

Jiang Beiyu: "I know you're not afraid, and I don't think the one outside the door is particularly powerful. You hide behind me first, and when you meet someone powerful next time, I'll hide behind you again and you protect me."

Su Nanzhi: "?"

You are afraid that you want to restore your status as a single dog immediately.

Jiang Beiyu was indeed quite shameless.

Su Nanzhi bowed down.

She felt calm, "Oh, then go and drive."

Jiang Beiyu didn't know that there is an unscientific law in this world: some ghosts love to show off.

Before Jiang Beiyu got close, he saw the light of blood, and the brown blood seemed to flow in.

A long hand opened the door.

Outside the door, there was a strong smell of blood.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

No one likes the stinky fishy smell, right?

As far as the eye can see, blood is still dripping on the wall, falling drop by drop, the aisle is wide and deep, and because of the weather, it is too dark here, looking forward, it seems like you can't see the bottom.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

He glanced back at the little girl behind him: "Su Xiaozhi, is it too late for me to regret it now?"

Su Nanzhi couldn't get emotional, and said with a sneer, "It's too late."

Jiang Beiyu regretted it too late.

He accurately faced the ghost facing the right direction above his head, with long hair and robes, male and female were indistinguishable, but the red lips were somewhat scary.

But the sophisticated Jiang Beiyu had a question: "Didn't it mean the tomb of the corpse king? Why did this kind of ghost come out?"

Where does it have anything to do with "corpse"?

The taste in this thing seems to be on par with a pervert: vulgar.

Su Nanzhi put it lightly and succinctly: "The tomb is thousands of years old, so it's normal for the surrounding area to be self-produced?"

Jiang Beiyu: You call this thing peripheral?

Jiangbeiyu was numb.

Watching helplessly as a hand above his head was slowly extending and reaching down, the opponent's target seemed to be Jiang Beiyu's head.

"Hey... brain...delicious..."

For a moment, Jiang Beiyu wondered if he was hallucinating.

This thing was apparently also a murderer and a lover of human brains.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the ghost Jiang Beiyu sees has a big back of the head, as big as a swollen carrion, and the sparse hair can't hide the bumpy lines, and the face has long been not the face of a normal person, with protruding bones. Raised, sunken eye sockets, white eyeballs, teeth, yellow and black, drooping saliva.

Like a beast.

The ice mist in Jiang Beiyu's hand gradually rose, and before the hand reached it, it froze into ice in an instant. The next second, he squeezed hard, and the arm turned into ice chips, which fell into the blood all over the ground.

The ghost was enraged.