Chapter 250 The Ghost from the Eighteenth Floor
The answer is obviously no.
Su Nanzhi was wondering what was going on with this female ghost?
Judging from the aura on her body, this is at best just an ordinary evil ghost. Although powerful, how could a magical weapon like Xiao Taomu, which can be said to be a favorite of heaven, only cause a little damage to her?
So, Su Nanzhi's question just now sounded heartless, but it did contain her own doubts.
With such doubts in mind, Su Nanzhi wanted to get closer to see more clearly.
So she really moved closer to the window.
Although Jiang Beiyu, who was lying on the bed, could not see anything from the underworld at this moment, he easily came to a conclusion from Su Nanzhi's actions - there was a ghost in the room.
So he didn't move and just stayed on the bed to watch Su Nanzhi's performance.
Because this time no one opened his Yin-Yang eyes, he was only watching one person's performance, which seemed a little weird.
It doesn't feel like watching a horror movie.
If he hadn't known the situation, it would have looked like a psychotic performance.
“…”
For some reason, Jiang Beiyu suddenly wanted to take out his cell phone to record the scene in front of him.
After all, the little bodyguard's sword dancing movements were very standard, so standard that he even wanted to applaud.
Over there, Su Nanzhi was observing the differences in the female ghost closely, but in fact, every move she made was very dangerous.
This ghost moves very quickly.
So fast that she could hardly dodge it.
And, faster and faster.
The female ghost seemed to have sped up after realizing that Su Nanzhi could avoid her movements.
Su Nanzhi: “…”
There is a swear word that I don’t know whether I should use or not.
"Hehehe..." The female ghost suddenly laughed like this - it should be considered a laugh.
Su Nanzhi suddenly felt something was wrong and dodged backwards. Sure enough, the next second, flames burst out from the female ghost's body. The fire broke out suddenly, and although Su Nanzhi dodged in time, she was still inevitably burned by the fire.
A stinging sensation on the skin.
Su Nanzhi: “…”
Good job.
This is the soul-refining fire brought from the Eighteen Levels of Hell - which means that this is a ghost that once went to the Eighteen Levels of Hell and escaped.
Your mother is outrageous.
The ghost messengers nowadays don’t do anything, right?
Not only did a ghost sneak up here, but he also didn't even notice that the soul-refining fire was stolen?
Will she have to catch the ghost herself later?
Moreover, since a ghost can come up from the eighteenth floor, is this the only one?
Some questions cannot withstand deep thought, or we simply dare not think about them.
After Su Nanzhi was burned by the soul-refining fire, the look she gave the other person became much hotter.
Being a fugitive from hell, how many entries would that have to make in her merit book - earning life has always been a matter of urgency.
So she swung the peach wood sword faster and faster, and it was almost impossible to tell that she was a person with a heart disease.
She is very obsessed with her own life.
She had to live, she had to live.
Since you are not afraid of small peach wood, why not try something else?
Su Nanzhi's fingers moved slightly, and a thin mist gradually condensed in her palm. At the same time, an ice bow appeared in her hand.
He pulled the bowstring, formed a sword between his fingers, and flew out suddenly.
Hit the bull's eye!
Just like that, the female ghost suddenly screamed, and then gradually turned into an ice sculpture.
Su Nanzhi: “?”
(End of this chapter)
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