Chapter 872 The Wronged Hanger

The Hanged Ghost looked back sadly. There were obviously several other ghosts standing in the same row as him. Why did they choose him?

But it was useless to be sad. He took a step forward as if he were dead, and said in a voice as low as a mosquito: "Master Tao, what are your orders?"

Yan Tao glanced at him and waved his hand in disgust: "Go over and let him touch it."

ha?

Let him touch it? What a weird request.

However, instead of letting him lose his soul, the Hanged Man slowly came to Eric, and he squatted down - Come on, touch him.

As soon as he approached, Eric subconsciously took a step back.

The ghost had a natural cold aura. Eric's fingers trembled. He was a brave child after all. He slowly stretched out his hand and landed on the hanged ghost's right arm.

It was like touching a piece of mist.

It is invisible, but you can feel its presence.

Eric also saw a very deep mark on the Hanged Ghost's right arm, which was light gold.

His lips twitched, but he didn't dare to ask. The Hanged Man seemed to see his doubts, and he stretched out his arm in front of Eric's eyes, and said with a sad face: "This is because I accidentally broke into the Huaqing campus and gave a The Taoist priest chopped it off with one stroke."

"Poor me." The Hanged Ghost said in a sad tone, "I just lost my way." Who knew that they would enter the lake circle just as they said they would? Are these overbearing people discriminating against ghosts?

Eric touched the light golden mark and looked a little surprised: "Aren't you the ones who were chopped incorporeal? Why are you still being chopped?"

The Hanged Ghost said in a sad tone: "Children are more vulnerable to injury if they don't have a physical body."

Even evil ghosts who have been practicing for thousands of years will be seriously injured when encountering weapons designed to defeat Yin ghosts.

Having said this, the Hanged Man lowered his tone and pointed at the young man standing over there with his hands behind his back: "Look, like that little Taoist, he can easily destroy all the ghosts in our area. All of them will be destroyed, even their souls will be scattered.”

Eric's eyes widened in disbelief. He grew up in country M and knew very little about these metaphysical things.

The little child looked at the young man leaning casually against the willow tree, his eyes filled with admiration.

It turned out that the things that had frightened him so much over the years were actually so insignificant in the hands of Brother Yan.

It can be completely eliminated easily.

The Hanged Man looked at Eric and curled his lips: "Kid, do you have anything else to ask?"

That's good, he will be a full-time teacher tonight to answer questions.

Eric looked at the hanged ghost with his big clear eyes and said, "I want to ask you how long you have been a ghost?"

The Hanged Ghost's eyes were slightly confused, and he suddenly smiled, his voice vague and helpless, as unpredictable as a rootless duckweed. It must have been more than 50 years ago.

He committed suicide and died with a lot of resentment. He could not enter reincarnation, but he could not reach the level of a powerful ghost.

Just wandering around like this, in the human world, decades passed in the blink of an eye.

Eric nodded and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, I understand."

The Hanged Ghost slowly floated back behind the tree trunk. Before he could stand still, he glanced at the young man smiling at him and twitching his little finger.

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