Chapter 893 You call this thing peripherals?

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

He has been unlucky since he was a child, but he is still alive. The only difference is that now, ordinary ghosts can no longer get close to him.

The bad luck seemed to have gone away.

But after hearing what Su Nanzhi said, he suddenly realized that maybe it wasn't completely gone.

Just then, Jiang Beiyu heard a slow knock on the door.

A cool breeze came in through the crack in the door.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

He had a blank expression on his face: "Su Xiaozhi, do you want to open this door?"

Su Nanzhi thought for a moment and stood up: "Let's open it, so as not to damage the hotel door and have to pay compensation."

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

He then 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 also think the guy outside the door isn't particularly powerful. You hide behind me first, and when we meet a powerful guy next time, I'll hide behind you and you'll protect me."

Su Nanzhi: “?”

You probably want to return to being single right away.

Jiang Beiyu is indeed quite shameless.

Su Nanzhi admitted defeat.

Her heart was as calm as water. "Oh, then go ahead and open it."

Jiang Beiyu didn't know that there was an unscientific law in this world: some ghosts just love to be flashy.

Jiang Beiyu saw the blood before he got close. The blood with a brown tint in the red seemed to be flowing in.

A slender hand opened the door.

Outside the door, the smell of blood was so strong that it filled the sky.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

No one likes this stinky fishy smell, right?

What caught my eye was blood still flowing on the wall, dripping down drop by drop. The corridor was spacious and deep. Because of the weather, it was very dark here. Looking forward, it seemed as if there was no bottom to the wall.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

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

Su Nanzhi was emotionless and sneered, "It's too late."

Jiang Beiyu regretted it too late.

He accurately faced the ghost right above his head. It had long hair and a long robe, and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but its red lips were somewhat scary.

But the meticulous Jiang Beiyu had a question: "Isn't it the Corpse King's Tomb? Why are there ghosts of this kind?"

What does it have to do with "corpse"?

The taste of this thing seems to be comparable to that of a pervert: vulgar.

Su Nanzhi said it lightly and concisely: "It's a tomb that's thousands of years old. It's normal for it to produce some surrounding materials, right?"

Jiang Beiyu: You call this thing the surrounding area?

Jiang Beiyu was numb.

He watched helplessly as a hand above his head slowly stretched out and reached down, and the target seemed to be Jiang Beiyu's head.

"Hehe... brain marrow... tastes good..."

For a moment, Jiang Beiyu even suspected that he was hallucinating.

This thing was obviously a murderer in his lifetime and loved human brains.

Perhaps for this reason, the ghost that Jiang Beiyu saw had a larger back of the head, as large as a swollen rotten corpse, with pits and lines on the head that could not be hidden even by the sparse hair. The face was no longer that of a normal person, with protruding bones, sunken eye sockets, white eyeballs, and a mouthful of yellow and black teeth with saliva dripping down.

Like a wild beast.

Ice mist gradually rose in Jiang Beiyu's hand, and before the hand could reach him, it instantly solidified into ice. The next second, he squeezed it hard, and the arm turned into ice chips, falling into the blood on the ground.

The ghost was enraged.

(End of this chapter)