My Female Ghost is Super Fierce

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

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

But as the three people's thoughts just came up, they suddenly found that they couldn't get close to the door at all.

In the sight of the three of them, a jet-black hand grabbed his ankle at some point, making him unable to move at all.

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

At the same time, the system’s prompt sound also appeared in his mind.

"Ding, a ghost was detected, target rating: second-level resentful ghost."

Hearing the system teammate's assessment of the ghost in this room, Gao Yang's mouth suddenly twitched, looking a little disappointed.

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

The result is just a second-tier little thing.

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

After that, amid Gao Yang's doubts, the grudge closed the door that Gao Yang kicked open just now.

The sound and the sudden closing of the door shocked 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 shut the door? Are you kidding me?

Speechless in his heart, Gao Yang sighed as he watched the resentful ghost who tiptoed to touch him again.

After lighting a cigarette, he waved at the grudge, "Come here."

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

Not only this resentful 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 were about to pop out, few people saw a ghost.

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

At the door, Gao Yang continued to speak up, looking at the ghost looking left and right.

"Don't be stunned, are there any other ghosts over there besides you?" Gao Yang exhaled a breath of smoke and nodded.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" After pondering for a while, this resentment came out of his mouth.

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

"court death".

Seeing this, this resentful ghost seemed to be provoked by Gao Yang's contemptuous gesture, and the yin energy on his body quickly turned into blood light and rushed in front of Gao Yang.

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

At this moment, the resentful ghost's face was full of wounds slashed by the blade, and even at this distance, Gao Yang could see that the surface of the wound that was bleeding continuously was turned outwards.

It looks extremely hideous.

On the other hand, Zhao Yan and the others, who were still a little dazed, finally saw the resentful ghost standing in front of Gao Yang during the appearance of the resentful ghost.

Immediately, one by one, they shrank back in fright.

Gao Yang, who was the party concerned, looked at the resentful ghost who was trying to scare him with his teeth and claws in front of him for a few seconds, and then slowly turned his head.

Just when the resentful ghost thought that Gao Yang was afraid, Gao Yang faintly said, "It's also a ghost, why is he so ugly for you? It's just hot eyes."

Resentful Ghost: "????"

The voice came to his ears, and the resentful ghost burst into rage after being stunned for a while.

But without waiting for the resentful ghost to make the next move, he saw a hand rapidly magnifying in his sight.

A few minutes later, the closed door in the house was opened again, and Yan Xiaoyan, who was still a little out of breath, cautiously stuck her head out of the door and looked into the room.

It looks like Gao Yang, who was weak and pitiful a few days ago.

However, when his head stuck out and the situation in the house came into view, Yan Xiaoyan was stunned.

In his sight, his house was bright.

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

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

There was a pool of bright red blood under him.

It seemed that he heard the sound of the door opening behind him, but the resentful ghost still turned his head and glanced at Yan Xiaoyan at the door.

On the pale and wounded face, two lines of blood and tears flowed down the hideous face, and now it was full of grievances and dripped on the ground and merged with the blood.

"Fuck"

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

After a while, he mustered up the courage to touch the corner of the wall and approached Zhao Yan and the others.

"boss"

Looking at Yan Xiaoyan, who was touching several people along the wall, Zhao Yan and the others quickly spoke with joy in their hearts.

Yan Xiaoyan nodded, then pointed directly at the grudge kneeling in front of Gao Yang and asked, "What's the situation?"

Hearing this, Liu Qingqing, who was about to be paralyzed with fright before, said with uncertainty: "It seems that this big brother beat the ghost and cried."

"What?"

Yan Xiaoyan didn't seem to react when she heard this.

Chapter forty-seven real blood and tears

Immediately afterwards, Liu Qingqing also said roughly what happened before.

But the resentful ghost who was furious before was slapped by Gao Yang and continued to rush up to attack Gao Yang.

Then, in front of Zhao Yan and the others, Gao Yang kicked the resentful ghost to the ground and smashed the resentful ghost on the ground a dozen times.

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