Sister Xuan didn’t understand that she was just an ordinary trainee. At that time, because her family was poor, she accidentally found a poster on the street in order to support her family. It was the recruitment information of Changxiang Entertainment. Looking at the generous benefits on it, Sister Xuan went to the interview with a nervous heart. Unexpectedly, she succeeded!

I originally thought that as long as I practiced dance and vocal music, I could make a debut and become a real star. I would wave to her for US dollars and money, but...

Why was I suddenly dragged into such a quagmire? In the middle of the night, I actually surrounded a corpse with a few inexplicable people and held a strange soul-scattering ceremony together?

At this time, she was already a grasshopper on the hot pan, sweating profusely, and she kept muttering stupid spells in her mouth.

"Ghost in the well, ghost in the well, go, leave me, with my blood and its flesh, to sacrifice to your undead"

Because she was too nervous, Sister Xuan stuttered and recited the word "I" when she was reciting the mantra!

Sister Xuan didn't feel anything, but Zimeng, who was standing not far away, covered her mouth in horror. She knew that Sister Xuan in front of her would not live long.

Before the Soul Dispersal Ceremony began, she clearly explained that although the spell was simple, she must not be recited incorrectly, otherwise the consequences would be extremely serious!

Zimeng actually didn't know what the serious consequences would be, but she believed in her mother-in-law's words.

Sure enough, a painful scream came from the front. Zi Meng looked closely and found that Sister Xuan accidentally fell to the ground...

But, after thinking about it, it wasn't right. Although there was a manhole cover here, it was a flat road at least, how could you trip on the flat road...

Yes, it's a ghost!

It's about to start!

Zimeng was so scared that she couldn't help but step back. As soon as she took a step, her mother-in-law's voice came to her ears again.

"Be good, you must remember that once this soul-dispersing ceremony begins, you cannot stop."

I couldn't stop anymore. Zimeng was frightened and was about to cry. She gritted her teeth and stood stiffly near the manhole cover. Diagonally opposite her was the strange woman, He Ziming.

He Ziming looked at Sister Xuan coldly, and his heart skipped a beat, because the one who tripped Sister Xuan just now was those red high heels!

Although I couldn't see the ghost's face clearly, the black ghost slowly raised his high heels and aimed at her head!

"No, no!"

Sister Xuan just came to her senses from the pain, and when she looked up, she saw such a terrifying scene. The ghost who was pulling her bloody mouth was about to step on her to death!

She wanted to escape, but her body could not help herself, and she could only lie on the ground without moving, allowing the ghost to deal with it.

The sharp roots of the high heels are about to break Sister Xuan's head!

At the critical moment, everyone almost closed their desperate eyes. This time, someone was going to sacrifice again!

Unexpectedly, a strange and extremely sharp scream suddenly came from front of him. Obviously, the source of the sound was not Sister Xuan, but on the contrary, it was the female ghost wearing red high heels!

"Oh? I'm not dead?" Sister Xuan's gray face was already scared to death, showing the ecstasy of being reborn after the disaster. She suddenly felt that something seemed to burn her skin on her neck.

When she lifted her collar and saw that it turned out to be the amulet given to her by her grandmother during her lifetime!

Sister Xuan couldn't help but burst into tears, and quickly got up, jumped over the manhole cover!

And the weird high heels behind her suddenly disappeared from behind...

"Hahahaha, I succeeded!"

Sister Xuan laughed happily. She looked at Zhou Xing's tragic body with great flaunt, as if she was so awesome.

At this moment, Zimeng's face was so dark and blue. She was staring at Sister Xuan's direction with resentful eyes, as if she had a great grudge against her.

He Ziming looked at the scene in front of him with great interest, thinking to himself that there is a good show!

"Hu~" A gust of cold wind blew through the back of his neck. He Ziming felt a coolness. He calmly looked at the woman behind him from the corner of his eyes, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The good show is about to begin~" He Ziming walked leisurely and contentedly towards the manhole cover that scared everyone. Strangely, he did not cut his wrist like others, but...

"It's really meaningless to be alive. Why not just die." He Ziming's eyes were filled with gloom in an instant, as if a depressed patient was telling the last words to the world.

"Zi Meng, this He Ziming is not a madman, right?" Sister Xuan had already collapsed on the ground because she was too tired. Looking at the strange behavior of the woman in front of her, she couldn't help asking.

"Don't worry about her, she's just a lunatic. As long as she can complete her own tasks, she won't drag her back. Let her do whatever she wants." Zimeng glared at He Ziming fiercely, as if warning her to dare to use some tricks to delay the progress of the Soul Dispersal Ceremony, and she felt better.

However, the two women standing next to him did not see He Ziming carrying them on their backs. They had already picked up an extremely sharp and cold dagger, and strangely cracked the corners of their mouths.

"Puff!"

The sound of a sword entering the flesh suddenly broke the silence of the night. What everyone did not expect was that this crazy woman named He Ziming was actually going to commit suicide!

At this time, Zimeng and Sister Xuan were so scared that they could not speak, because after He Ziming cut off his neck, he tilted his body directly and poured it hard on Yang Mei's body. In a short while, Yang Mei's flesh ball can be described as a blood ball.

The scene is so terrifying that ordinary people can't bear it. Just imagine how determined a person needs to get it to cut off his neck until there is only a trace of flesh connected to his neck...

A familiar spell sound came, which was made from He Ziming's mouth.

"Ghost in the well, ghost in the well, go, leave me, with my blood and its flesh, to sacrifice to your undead"

Under the horrified noses of the two, a broken head hung on their shoulders, looking at Zi Meng and the others strangely, but without stopping at their feet. In a blink of an eye, he had successfully completed this part of the task, but the moment she jumped over the manhole cover.

The thin layer of flesh on He Ziming's neck could no longer support the broken head, and it rolled to the ground, making a chilling,
Chapter completed!