When the strange and gloomy sound sounded, Ren Hao and Director Zhao heard it at the same time.
Ren Hao suddenly leaned back, his movements were too large, and he fell backwards and fell onto his back.
"Xiaotian, go see Ren Hao quickly and let me deal with this evil spirit."
In desperation, Director Zhao gave an instruction to his assistant.
Then he clenched his fists and made an arched back posture. The movement seemed ordinary and simple, but the next moment, a dazzling white light burst out in the void.
Immediately, an exquisitely crafted Xiuchun knife broke out of the body.
Director Zhao stretched out his hand and held it firmly in his hand. Xu had just broken out of his body, and saw the blade of the blade radiating with cold light, as sharp as a cone.
At this time, the ghost was like a black mist, faintly wrapped around the mirror like a snake, refusing to disperse.
Director Zhao raised his sword and rushed to the mirror.
"Broken!"
A sharp roar sounded.
In an instant, the image in the mirror was cut in half like a fruit.
Seeing this scene, Ren Hao was dumbfounded in surprise. Finally, at this moment, he saw the strength of the people in the Folklore Bureau. They were really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and none of them were as good as the rumors.
Ren Hao was extremely excited and believed that he was finally saved.
Since there are still such gods and men in this world, what demons and ghosts can’t be dealt with?
Ren Hao was inspired by Director Zhao's strength and suddenly stood up, as if "labor and management are not afraid of heaven and earth".
Perhaps to embolden himself, he picked up a length of steel pipe.
"You...give me back my hair..."
Phew...
Accompanied by a gust of evil cold wind, Ren Hao was blown several meters away before he could react.
Boom!
His body flew out and hit the wall-mounted TV. The TV was instantly smashed into pieces.
The steel pipe in my hand also flew out.
"Xiaotian! Get out of the way!"
Director Zhao reminded me from afar.
The man named Xiaotian rolled out a few meters away and hid under the table.
Immediately, Director Zhao wielded his embroidered spring knife and charged into the thick fog to kill him.
At this moment, even Director Zhao did not expect that he would encounter a super powerful evil ghost.
.......
Gu Yang walked out of the room and walked alone in the long hotel corridor.
Just now, he knew that he had encountered something strange.
Moreover, he successfully used his own abilities to drive it away.
It's just that he has no idea what that weird thing looks like.
But he could imagine that there must be a 'person' sitting on the rocking chair just now.
Of course, there was another weird thing that almost made him unable to wake up.
Fortunately, it was my own ‘evil breath’ that saved me.
Through two strange things, Gu Yang has initially come to a conclusion in his heart:
In this world, the more unscientific something is, the more real it is.
However, how many people know this evil knowledge like he does?
In Gu Yang's opinion, this is the most tragic and terrifying thing.
The tragic deaths of Jiang Xiaodan and her roommate, and the tragic deaths of the strange couple in the same building as her, what do these indicate?
Their deaths are all related to broken hands.
Maybe it's because they triggered a certain mechanism.
Of course, Gu Yang firmly believes in this.
After all, Jiang Xiaodan and her roommate died from a severed hand, while the others were unharmed, and none of them even saw the severed hand. This is very worthy of scrutiny.
In short, in Gu Yang's eyes, this world is too crazy.
Maybe from the surface, everything is normal, but from the inside, the world is full of madness, disorder, and distortion, just like the horrific scenes that appeared in his dreams.
Now, Gu Yang is really in no mood to stay in the room anymore.
He is eager to find the unknown side of the world immediately.
At this moment, bursts of sonorous and harsh sounds came from upstairs.
It was obviously emitted by a sharp weapon.
This time, it’s lively.
Gu Yang was excited for a while. The more he fought, the closer he got to the truth.
On the contrary, the quieter it becomes, the less hope there is.
Following the sharp and piercing sound, Gu Yang quickened his pace and walked towards the stairs.
......
"You...give me back my hair..."
Phew...
A manic cold wind struck Ren Hao again.
This time, Ren Hao was impartial and was blown several meters away. His fat body, which weighed several hundred kilograms, landed heavily on the red teak desk. It bounced up twice and was thrown heavily to the floor.
"Little devil! Where to escape!"
Bureau Zhao once again flew after him.
He aimed at the black mist and slashed at it. In an instant, all the wooden tables and chairs under the sword were destroyed and turned into powder.
However, the black mist soon regained its shape, like a flying snake.
The eerie and terrifying voice still sounded unhurriedly.
"You...give me back my hair..."
The voice is full of hatred.
Seeing that Director Zhao has nothing to do about it.
Xiaotian, who was hiding under the table, had an idea and shouted to Director Zhao:
"She may have something unspeakable. It's better to let her say it. Otherwise, if she continues like this, it will only increase her resentment. When the resentment accumulates to a certain level, it may directly increase her strength. For us, it is too threatening.
Big."
Director Zhao seems to understand something.
The pursuit finally stopped.
My eyes followed the black mist and kept wandering.
"You...give me back my hair..."
Phew...
Ren Hao on the ground was blown up again, rolling in the air like a grain of sand, and then landed heavily...
After several struggles, Ren Hao finally couldn't hold on any longer.
When he fell to the ground again, he was already unconscious.
His mouth was full of blood, and five or six fist-sized blood pockets were knocked out of his head.
His fat face was already bruised with blood, and his legs were broken due to hitting the edge of the table several times. Ren Hao was unable to speak, and his mouth opened and closed with great difficulty, as if he was dying.
Guiwu seemed to know something and finally stopped the punishment.
Maybe it's punishment.
After a few minutes, the surroundings were quiet.
Ren Hao also regained consciousness and thought that Bureau Zhao had finally driven him away.
Finally I could breathe a sigh of relief, raised my head slightly, and began to look around to observe the situation.
However...
"You...give me back my hair..."
A burst of black energy unexpectedly enveloped Ren Hao again.
The difference from the previous times is that this time there seems to be a pair of cruel hands.
Like plucking pig hair, the hair was pulled out one by one from Ren Hao's head.
"Ah..."
Barely ten seconds.
There was no grass growing on Ren Hao's forehead.
Drops of blood spurted out from the pores, and in an instant, the whole head was like a braised egg just fished out of the dye vat.
Extremely bloody.
Ren Hao died of anger on the spot.
Guiwu seemed to be satisfied after getting Ren Hao's hair, and then most of his resentment dissipated.
This scene.
Bureau Zhao and his little assistant were dumbfounded.
But now, Director Zhao has completely relaxed his vigilance.
Obviously, he has full confidence that the opponent's strength has dropped by more than half. As long as he slashes with his sword, no matter how powerful he is, he will become a sacrifice under his sword.
Can serve as an investigator for the Folklore Bureau.
The greatest significance is not to kill it simply and crudely, but to find out the truth, especially the mechanism of the evil ghost killing people.
Perhaps, as long as you master the evil ghost's killing mechanism, you will be able to solve it once and for all.
Of course, no matter how unlucky you are, you can still accumulate some experience so that future generations will not be at a loss when encountering similar situations.
On the contrary, just try to kill someone quickly.
Maybe there will be thousands of evil spirits of the same type in the future. By then, even if he has thousands of clones, he may not be able to cope with it.
Facing the dark fog of ideology that has not yet dissipated.
Director Zhao said loudly: "Why does he want to give your hair back? You must know that it is his, not yours!"
"My hair... is mine... my hair..."
The voice was even more weird and sinister, and even a bit resentful.
Immediately, the ghost power increased inexplicably.
Director Zhao can tell it by the concentration of black air around him.
At this moment, he felt regretful and helpless, fearing that the ghost power would continue to increase. Once this happened...it would be difficult for him to escape even if he wanted to.
However...
That ghost power is only temporary.
The next moment, it weakened again, and the density of the surrounding black air became thinner.
Jie Jie Jie...
"Bureau Zhao, destroy her quickly!" Xiaotian seemed to have noticed something and reminded her from a distance.
However, Bureau Zhao was firm and kept his eyes fixed on the black mist.
Sure enough, the ghost started to argue in a loud voice.
There was obvious crying and resentment in the voice.
After a lot of blood and tears, Bureau Zhao finally found out.
It turned out that this ghost was an Internet celebrity named Luo Xiaotian. When she was 20 years old, she died in a car accident. When she was cremated, her long black and beautiful hair was cut off.
The so-called body, hair and skin are affected by parents.
Naturally, no one would feel comfortable doing this.
However, the reason why Luo Xiaotian found Ren Hao was certainly not accidental.
After understanding all this, Director Zhao immediately came to Ren Hao's sink, opened the drawer, and found a set of wigs.
"It turns out that this wig belongs to her!"
Director Zhao couldn't help but tremble. This was the first time he had seen such a thing.
At this moment, the evil ghost seemed to have noticed something and rushed towards Director Zhao.
With an idea, Director Zhao waved his arm and threw the wig high. The black mist instantly floated up and wrapped the wig.
Almost instantly, the wig merged with the black mist.
"Now that you have your hair, it's time to be satisfied and reincarnate!"
Director Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
Based on my past experience, I thought this matter would be settled.
However...
Suddenly, in the black mist, a shrill scream echoed throughout the room.
Director Zhao trembled all over and couldn't believe it.
But as the surrounding fog gathered, the black air began to become more and more intense. In just a moment, the ghost power suddenly increased to its peak.
"You...give me back my hair..."
The eerie denunciation still sounded repeatedly.
The black energy stayed in the void for a few seconds, and the next moment, it drifted away towards the door.
Xiaotian on the side quickly reminded: "Bureau Zhao, hurry up, she must be looking for the next target."
Director Zhao suddenly realized.
Regardless of his own safety, he grabbed the door and chased him out.
......
Gu Yang has already arrived upstairs. Driven by his strong curiosity, he keeps walking forward at a faster pace.
"Quick, get out of the way!"
From a distance, when he saw the black mist rushing towards the man in front of him, Director Zhao instinctively shouted.
However, the black energy surrounded Gu Yang for a moment. It seemed to have received some kind of repulsive force, and it bypassed and continued to float forward at an extremely fast speed.
"Who is this person!"
"Why did he tell me to stay away?"
"What am I hiding from?"
Gu Yang was puzzled for a while.
Monk Zhang Er is completely confused.
Director Zhao glanced at Gu Yang from the corner of his eyes, and without stopping, he chased the black energy as fast as he could.