In the empty memory room, a "puff~puff" sound came...

At the same time, a very fearful voice suddenly came from the room, "He Ziming, He Ziming, enough, enough!"

The source of the sound should be that voice, called Zimeng. At this time, she hugged Sister Xuan tightly and looked at the direction at the door with fear on her face.

And in their pupils, the woman with red lips and white teeth and extremely beautiful appearance was holding up a dagger covered with blood and stabbing the woman under her!

"He Ziming, you pervert! Enough~" Zimeng looked at Yang Mei's body, and the blood that had been all over the ground finally couldn't help but yelling at the woman He Ziming.

At this time, He Ziming's movements suddenly paused, and the dagger in his hand, with a "bang!", made an extremely harsh sound in this quiet conference room.

"Speaking of me perverted, then... can't I let you down, Miss Zimeng?" He Ziming raised his head and smiled cruelly, and those eyes, like sharp eagle eyes, made Zimeng shivering!

He Ziming grabbed Yang Mei's lower limbs with his hand and pulled her upwards!

The sound of bone shattering almost scared Zimeng and Sister Xuan to faint. They could only passively look at Yang Mei's body, and were moved by the crazy woman He Ziming, until in the end, Yang Mei's body was turned into a meat ball!

I saw that Yang Mei's feet were facing the ground above her head in an extremely exaggerated manner, while her arms were tightly holding her thighs, with her bloodshot and extremely resentful eyes looking straight ahead...

He Ziming finally stopped moving, stood up slowly, wiped his sweat gracefully.

"Huh~ Okay, Zimeng, look, my masterpiece is not bad, huh?" He Ziming said with a smile. She didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this. She just wanted to scare these selfish and hypocritical women, and the dark side in her heart kept spreading...

Zimeng was terrible. She didn't dare to see Yang Mei's miserable appearance at this time, and she didn't dare to look at He Ziming. She thought this woman was a lunatic!

"No, not bad, let's go to the soul-dispersing ceremony as soon as possible, otherwise, after midnight, you will have to wait until three days later!" Zi Meng said stammeringly, it was not difficult to find out in her voice that she had already begun to worry!

"Okay, let's go." He Ziming turned his back expressionlessly, waiting for Zimeng to lead the way for her. She didn't know which manhole cover the woman named Yang Mei was on, jumping! The manhole cover.

So Sister Xuan dragged Zhou Xing who had fainted, while Zimeng was trembling, holding Yang Mei's meat balls and walking towards her home...

The night was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and the feet of the five people were walking hazy in the layer of mist.

Through the black shadows, a bright red high heels were also following the ground, and one of them was holding a spherical thing in his hand. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that it is Yang Mei!

What's even more terrifying is that in the meat ball, there were extremely fearful eyes staring at the front, as if there was something extremely fearful in front of them.

Finally, the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped, and the black fog gradually dispersed some, as if it was specifically to see the horror of the few people among them, or the sight had approached them, and was just hiding in the depths, not discovered by others, but it was indeed standing behind them.

At this moment, a burst of screams suddenly came from the ground, "No, no! Ah!"

"Manager Zhou, you finally woke up." Sister Xuan showed an ecstatic face, thinking, when Zhou Xing woke up, the soul-dispersing ceremony could finally begin! That means that she could get rid of this curse as soon as possible!

"Zi Meng, are there anything special attention to this soul-scattering ceremony?" Sister Xuan asked suddenly.

"Well~" Zimeng rolled her eyes, bit her fingers, and said a little cutely, "My mother-in-law said that when we perform the soul-dispersing ceremony, we must not recite a word of the spell we want to recite. Moreover, once the ceremony begins, there is no way to stop. Don't try to escape, because the ghost behind us will kill you without hesitation!"

"What!" Zhou Xing's eyes were staring at the boss. He hadn't figured out the situation yet. He really couldn't understand why, why he was so confused that he was in such a situation. It was all that woman. Yang Mei was right, it was all Yang Mei! If she hadn't been free and chopped up the manhole cover a few times, then he wouldn't have encountered anything terrifying!

Thinking of this, Zhou Xing looked at the meat ball in Zi Meng's hand and no longer had any sympathy. On the contrary, his eyes when he looked at Yang Mei's body were filled with deep resentment!

Next, Zimeng continued to tell everyone about what needed to be done at the beginning of the ceremony for a while.

Then, the soul-dispersing ceremony began. First, Zimeng placed the meat ball in the center of the manhole cover, and then the four people retreated a little around the manhole cover.

Everyone was holding an extremely sharp dagger, knife, kitchen knife, etc. in their hands, and their eyes were looking at the manhole cover in front of them in horror. There was Yang Mei's body above the manhole cover! She seemed to be alive. From every person's perspective, she seemed to be able to see her unwilling gaze, and that gaze wanted to tear everyone present apart!

He Ziming recalled what Zi Meng just said, "Sacrificing souls must be a lot of living blood to trigger this magic. Moreover, the four people must do it one by one, dumping their blood on Yang Mei's body on the manhole cover."

In your mouth, you have to recite complex mantras loudly, and you cannot recite them wrongly. Once you recite them wrongly, the consequences will be unimaginable. Of course, once the soul-dispersing ceremony begins, you cannot stop.

The person who is wrong in pronunciation will accelerate the killing of ghosts. For example, if 2 is wrong in pronunciation, the one who dies very soon will be 1, and ghosts can follow 2, thereby accelerating the death of 2.

He Ziming looked at the other people surrounding the manhole cover coldly. The number on Zhou Xing's neck was 2. At this time, the high heels stood behind him strangely.

Sister Xuan, He Ziming herself, and Zimeng, her numbers are 3, 4, and 5. In other words, Zimeng will be the last person to be entangled with by the ghost.
Chapter completed!