Chapter 49
Ye Chenyi ducked quickly to avoid it. Xu Maorong's moves were also quick and agile. He stepped directly onto a chair, jumped onto the dining table, then jumped off the table, lifted the table and smashed it towards the head-changing ghost.
But the table was smashed to pieces by the ghost's tongue. Ye Chenyi shouted to Xu Maorong, "Open the door, run. I'll cover you."
Xu Maorong rushed to the door and window without hesitation.
The kitchen knife in Ye Chenyi's hand was burning with raging flames, following closely behind. How could the head-changing ghost standing by the door allow Xu Maorong and Ye Chenyi to escape from 603?
It showed a sinister smile on its face, and its hands suddenly stretched out like a rubber band, pinching Ye Chenyi's neck directly. Xu Maorong was just a LV3 ghost, and it could crush him to death with just one hand, so it was more concerned about Ye Chenyi's head.
Ye Chenyi split it in half with one sword, but its body still did not fall to the ground, and the crack in the middle quickly merged together, so it was impossible to tell that Ye Chenyi had spent 60 evil spirits' strength to cut it with one sword.
But that’s enough!
Xu Maorong successfully opened the door and rushed out from beside the head-changing ghost. Ye Chenyi followed closely behind.
Ghosts that visit your house at night can be chased into the corridor.
The ghost stood at the door of Room 603, and its two hands quickly grew longer, pinching Ye Chenyi's neck. Ye Chenyi and Xu Maorong turned fiercely up the stairs, and the ghost grabbed the iron bars of the window on the wall of the staircase platform. Its hands were like a spring that suddenly released one end and returned to its original position. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with Ye Chenyi and Xu Maorong.
Ye Chenyi and Xu Maorong were already at the staircase on the 7th floor, and the head-changing ghost chased after them without hesitation. Ye Chenyi and Xu Maorong did not run to 703, but instead jumped onto the wall.
The ghost chased them to the stairs, thinking they were going to jump down. But just as he reached the stairs, he was hit in the face by a "bacon"!
There are only two things that the head-changing ghost hates most in his life——
Others are more handsome than it and others are more handsome than it.
Now this man who is more handsome than it is actually hitting its face with bacon. This is really intolerable!
It was holding the bacon in its hand, which looked like a dried ghost. It smiled sinisterly, with a long mouth like a hippopotamus, and then suddenly opened its bloody mouth and stuffed the bacon into its mouth in big mouthfuls.
Its dark, sinister eyes looked at Ye Chenyi and Xu Maorong standing on the wall, and it sneered -
"You're at your wit's end, right?"
"There's no way out, right?"
"There are two more smoked ghosts. After we smash them, it will be your turn. Will you come over here and let me take off your skulls, or will you let me eat you from the feet and leave the last skull for me to collect?"
"Just like a wig? Others change their hairstyle every day, but you change your head every day?" Ye Chenyi asked it. The kitchen knife in his hand was entangled with the blood-stained foot binding cloth he had just taken out. He used the blood-stained foot binding cloth as a rope to cut off another piece of "bacon". Xu Maorong reached out and grabbed it, and smashed it over again!
This time, the ghost rolled the head directly into his mouth. It was crunchy and had a chicken flavor!
"Of course. As long as I have enough heads in my collection, I will always be a handsome oppa 365 days a year."
Ye Chenyi: “…”
Xu Maorong: “…”
Ye Chenyi looked at the last piece of bacon hanging on the balcony, and the blood-stained foot binding quickly wrapped the kitchen knife and chopped at the "bacon" again.
The "bacon" fell down and was grabbed by Xu Maorong again. Then it was thrown at the head-changing ghost again.
The head-changing ghost did not miss this delicacy.
"Very good. Now that we have finished eating the bacon, do you have any last words? If not, now is the time to tell us your last words."
Ye Chenyi said coldly and ruthlessly: "You have no acting skills, no talent, and no future. I suggest you disfigure yourself to achieve disfigured acting skills! Your acting skills are really rubbish! Bad review! I will give you half a star, the lowest score in history is 2.0!"
Xu Maorong was a little embarrassed, like a curious baby, and asked shyly: "You like to change your head so much, are you ugly in your original appearance?"
Head-changing ghost: “…”
Ahhhhhhhhh!
I'm so angry!
Damn it!
The head-changing ghost was so angry that it rushed towards Ye Chenyi and Xu Maorong ferociously. It wanted to catch the two mice and eat them from their feet to their necks, leaving only their heads.
However, when the head-changing ghost only needed three steps to rush to the wall and pull the two mice down, Ye Chenyi and Xu Maorong jumped down from the corridor wall without hesitation.
The hammer in Xu Maorong's hand hit the head-changing ghost's crown hard, and the head-changing ghost's tongue pierced Xu Maorong's chest at this moment!
Ye Chenyi's kitchen knife chopped off the head of the head-changing ghost again, and the blood-stained foot wrap quickly rolled up the body of the head-changing ghost and threw it directly onto the window of 701. Then it fell to the ground, and the headless body shrank quickly like a sponge that had been wrung out of water.
The head-changing ghost's head grew slippery tentacles again and tried to escape, but Ye Chenyi kicked it directly onto the window of 701.
Now the head-changing ghost finally saw the tall figure standing in front of the window of 701.
However, the window suddenly opened at this time, and a hand stretched out, directly poking out the eyes of the head-changing ghost, who let out a shrill scream. Then, a black, scaly ghost claw stretched out again.
His left hand firmly grasped the head-changing ghost's hair, and his right hand was like a planer, cutting out a dozen strands of flesh.
The miserable screams of the head-changing ghost echoed throughout Unit 6 of Building 33.
However, no ghosts came out of the fog.
Soon, the flesh on the ghost's head turned into strips, and it could no longer make any sound.
The ghost from 701 withdrew its hand from the window holding a handful of strips of objects. Not long after, it opened the door. It looked like a human figure made of ink, with only a pair of blood-red eyes flashing.
It seemed as if it didn't notice Ye Chenyi and Xu Maorong, and just kept itself busy like a quiet househusband, hanging the bamboo drying basket with a net on the top to prevent dust and mosquitoes, which cost dozens of TB yuan, on the stainless steel drying pole.
Inside is the strips of meat from the head-changing ghost's head.
It hooked the head-changing ghost's "skull" by its dark eye sockets and hung it up to dry. It didn't even look at the headless body. It dragged its feet, stomping, stomping, stomping... back to Room 701, slammed the door, and then stood in front of the window again.
It looks like a plastic model.
Ye Chenyi and Xu Maorong stood in the corridor on the 7th floor, and felt a bone-chilling chill crawling up from their coccyx to their scalp.
Ye Chenyi and Xu Maorong looked at each other and decided to go back to 603.
They walked down the corridor from the 7th floor to the 6th floor and returned to room 603. With a click, they closed the door.
Unit 6, Building 33, Jinhua Community, was quiet.
At this moment, the fingers of the headless corpse on the corridor on the 7th floor suddenly moved, and then the headless corpse suddenly stood up as if pulled by an invisible rope.
The ghost in room 701 took action instantly. The window opened with a snap, and a pitch-black ghost claw without scales suddenly grabbed the headless corpse.
However, the headless corpse raised its hand and pinched the hand of the ghost who loved to dry bacon.
Stalemate...
With a crackle!
The hand of the bacon-loving ghost was torn off with a snap. The headless corpse inserted the hand into its neck, and the flesh began to wriggle, and soon the hand seemed to have grown out of the neck.
By the window of Room 701, the pitch-black ghost who loved to dry bacon had its mouth open into a black hole, but no sound came out, as if it was making a silent roar.
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