Zhou Xing shouted and jumped up from the ground. What he had just picked up in his hand was a pair of bright red blood-dropped high heels!

At this time, Zhou Xing's spirit collapsed in an instant. He grabbed Yang Mei's arm madly and shouted unwillingly.

"Yang Mei, let's go, let's leave here together!" Zhou Xing pulled the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. However, no matter how hard he tried, Yang Mei seemed to be on the ground and did not move!

Zhou Xing became anxious and immediately turned around and wanted to question Yang Mei. Could it be that she doesn't want to live anymore?

However, when he turned his head to look at Yang Mei's face, Zhou Xing could not even say a word.

Because, the woman in front of her wanted to be hit hard by something, her eyes, nose, and mouth were deeply trapped in her mind!

What's even more terrifying is that the woman's eyes were still flowing with scarlet blood, and the corner of her mouth that was trapped in her brain was actually smiling strangely!

Moreover, those who seem to be dead and cannot die are standing in front of themselves so well?

Zhou Xing was just an ordinary person. He had never seen such a terrifying thing. Seeing Yang Mei's tragic death, his fragile soul could no longer withstand the torture of hell at this moment. They were confused, and their strength seemed to be drained in an instant and collapsed on the ground...

He Ziming held his forehead speechlessly, and his eyes couldn't help but sucked. Zhou Xing was really brave enough. Did he faint from fright?

He Ziming raised his head in confusion. Just now, she just felt that something was coming, so she kindly reminded them, but who knew that Zhou Xing's speed seemed to be slower, and Yang Mei was still back. Moreover, she was standing at the door, lowering her head, and standing there motionlessly, not knowing what she wanted to do.

He Ziming looked at the pool of blood on the back of Yang Mei's head and realized it a little. It turned out that Yang Mei jumped out of the high building after rushing out of the conference room!

You know, the conference room, but on the 10th floor of the company, if you jump down, you will die. It seems that after Yang Mei jumped down, she was so resentful that she actually controlled her body and climbed up. The purpose of climbing up was definitely not as simple as scaring Zhou Xing to faint...

Just as He Ziming's eyes became dimmering, she stared at the dead man in front of her, and saw that her body was very stiff and bent down. The finger that had been crushed by the door was grabbed towards Zhou Xing's body!

"He Ziming! No, you can't let Yang Mei drag him away, otherwise everyone will die! The soul dispersal ceremony requires Zhou Xing!" Zimeng saw Yang Mei's body and was about to drag Zhou Xing away, so she quickly ran to He Ziming's side and said hurriedly.

"Oh?" He Ziming smiled playfully. Is that true?

He Ziming looked at the cute and handsome girl in front of him, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Zi Meng, what's the use of telling me? You have a way to save Zhou Xing! I'm just an ordinary trainee. Although I'm not afraid of death, I can't send someone to death. I'm not stupid!"

"You!" Zimeng saw that He Ziming did not agree, and suddenly became anxious, but she had no choice but to pull Sister Xuan and run over without any brains, and came to have a difficult tug-of-war with Yang Mei, the corpse.

...

Seeing these two silly women sticking their butts, sweating heavily, blushing, and keeping fighting with Yang Mei, He Ziming seemed to see a group of crows flying over his head.

Aren’t they afraid that Yang Mei will kill everyone if she gets angry?

"I'm so drunk!" He Ziming noticed the coldness in Yang Mei's eyes keenly, and rushed over with a quick step!

It’s not that He Ziming was going to help them, but she wanted to see how the soul-dispersing ritual that Zimeng mentioned ran. I have to say that He Ziming was very interested in this!

Yang Mei smiled strangely with a pale face, licked her tongue, and her other hand she held up, stretched out her long nails!

I saw her scratching her head with her nails first, and then putting them down, there was a lot of minced meat mixed in the cracks of her nails, and some bloody scalp could be seen on it!

"ah!"

Zi Meng looked at the long nails that were about to pierce her head, and screamed with conditioned reflex!

Of course, Sister Xuan was not far from the point of being too bad. She grabbed Zhou Xing's hand and suddenly let go, lay down and crawled in the opposite direction quickly.

"No, Yang Mei, don't kill me, don't kill me, I have no grudges with you, don't kill me, I will definitely burn paper for you every year on the festival. Yes, I will burn paper for you!"

Zimeng's hand stared at the blood-red eyes, and her small hand grabbed Zhou Xing's body tightly and did not let go!

"Oh!"

At this time, the girl named Zimeng was still so persistent, and He Ziming admired her so much.

He Ziming's eyes turned cold. In order to successfully implement the so-called soul-dispersing ceremony, in an instant, He Ziming's right hand suddenly showed a dagger, jumped forward, and appeared straight in front of Yang Mei!

"Go to die!"

He Ziming roared, and the dagger in his hand was about to penetrate Yang Mei's head, but who knew that something hard suddenly stepped on under his feet, and his body lost balance in an instant!

He Ziming looked at Yang Mei who was still smiling strangely in shock, and was shocked. In just a moment, a string of thoughts flashed through her mind. She knew that the thing she stepped on under her feet must be the red high heels!

This is a real ghost, that is, the ghost crawling out of the manhole cover. She followed Yang Mei from the manhole cover until she was about to pass by on the third day! And now Yang Mei's body suddenly appeared here. He Ziming felt a little disappointed. She seemed to see the scene of the ghosts of several dead people pounced on her and bit her together!

Could it be that this ghost can actually control the ghosts of all the people she killed? If that is the case, then for He Ziming, wouldn’t it be that one person has to deal with five ghosts?

"Damn!" He Ziming couldn't help cursing, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even heavier. He saw that his body, which was about to fall to the ground, supported with one hand, and his whole body was a 360-degree rotation on the ground. He Ziming's body returned to balance.

He Ziming stared at Yang Mei hard and was about to tear Zimeng's nails and yelled!

"Yang Mei! Don't blame me for being rude!"
Chapter completed!