Chapter 1679 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (22)

The fruit on the table was also rotten and smelly.

The man grinned, "You are no longer useful, so hurry up and die."

The woman stretched out her hand and bent it into the air.

Suddenly the woman's fingers turned into black nails, piercing the man's body.

Black blood splashed from the man's body.

Attacking towards Yu Moqian.

Yu Moqian stood at the door, smiled coldly, and drew the peach wood sword towards the door.

A golden line appeared at the foot.

When the black blood water meets the gold, it flinches.

The female ghost also seemed to have encountered the most unbearable attack.

And his hands were tightly clutching his neck, his rotten face, and his empty eyes were extremely distorted.

"He killed me, I love him so much, why did he kill me?"

The female ghost knelt down and kept pulling her hair with her fingers, and there was more blood on her neck.

But the turbulent, foul-smelling bloody water couldn't overflow the door.

Yu Mo moved the mahogany sword to the ground, and the walls of all the rooms shook violently.

All the joints of the female ghost's body twisted, she crawled on the ground with her elbows, her black hair writhed with blood.

Unspeakably disgusting.

Yu Moqian was used to all kinds of ghost forms, so he was not moved at all.

"You're too loud," he said.

The female ghost was taken aback.

Yu Moqian repeated, "It's too noisy."

The function of the hotel is to sleep.

The little celestial master paid, so the hotel needs to provide the same service.

So noisy.

He can complain to the hotel owner.

Of course, the tenant also needs to complain.

It's just too unqualified.

Yu Moqian took out a handkerchief, stepped on the mahogany sword, and looked at the female ghost indifferently.

"If there is any grievance, close the door and cry by yourself, but the crying is too loud, and you have to bang your head against the wall to harass the tenants in the next room. This is unreasonable."

How can you bother others like this.

No public morality at all.

The female ghost twisted and lay on the ground, staring at Yu Moqian, she stretched out her fingers and laughed.

"Come in, come in and kill me."

Yu Moqian sneered, "Are you sick? I'm squatting at your door, and I can kill you by arranging a formation. Why did I enter your door?"

This hotel is all kinds of strange.

He is used to being vigilant, and will not take it lightly just because there is only one ghost.

And this room is where the ghost died.

It also belongs to the domain of this ghost.

To kill her in the realm of a ghost, it will take a lot of effort.

He didn't bother to bother, if she wasn't so noisy, he wouldn't even bother to pay attention.

Heck, I've seen too many, it's not rare anymore.

Almost, forgot...

Yu Moqian felt helpless and reached out to pat his head.

He is also a ghost now.

Yu Moqian slashed at the door with his mahogany sword, and a golden mark appeared.

Fear finally appeared on the female ghost's face. She curled up into a ball and stared at Yu Moqian.

Just as Yu Moqian was about to set up the formation, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open heavily.

He made a move.

A warm body behind him rushed over and hit his back.

A trembling voice sounded, "Yu Moqian, where have you been?"

The extremely helpless voice, as if he was her life-saving straw.

Her hands clasped his waist, and her soft body pressed against his cold back, warming his body.

Yu Moqian was so distracted that the blood actually spread across the golden lines.

In an instant, he had appeared in that blood-red room.