The hanged ghost looked back sadly. There were several ghosts standing in the same row with him, so why did he choose him?

But no matter how sad he is, it is useless. He took a step forward with a sound of death. His voice was as small as a mosquito and flies and said, "Master Dao, what are your instructions?"

Yan Tao glanced at him and waved his hand in disgust: "You go over and let him touch it."

ha?

Let him touch it? What a weird request.

However, it’s not enough to let his soul go away. The hanged ghost slowly rubbed against Eric, and he half-squatted down - here you come, you touch it.

As soon as he approached the past, Eric subconsciously took a step back.

The ghost was wearing a natural cold air, and Eric's fingers shook. He was a brave child. He slowly reached out and landed on the right arm of the hanged ghost.

It was like touching a fog.

It is invisible, but you can feel its existence.

Eric also saw a very deep mark on the hanged ghost's right arm, which was light golden.

His lips squirmed, and he did not dare to ask. The hanged ghost seemed to see his doubts. He put his arm in front of Eric, and said with a sad face: "I accidentally broke into the Huaqing campus and slashed it down with a Taoist priest."

"Poor me." The hanged ghost said in a sad tone: "I'm just lost." Who knew that they had circled the lake and circled the lake. Are these overbearing people discriminating against ghosts?

Eric touched the light golden trace, looking a little surprised: "Aren't you all the physical ones who were cut off? Why are you still slashed?"

The hanged ghost said in a sad tone: "Children are more likely to be injured without physical."

Even a demon who has been practicing for thousands of years will be seriously injured when encountering a weapon that can defeat the ghost.

Speaking of this, the hanged ghost lowered his tone and pointed at the young man standing with his hands behind his back: "Look, like that little Taoist, he can easily destroy all our entire ghost, even scattered."

Eric widened his eyes in disbelief. He grew up in M ​​Country and knew very little about these metaphysical things.

The little child looked at the boy leaning against the willow tree, his eyes full of admiration.

It turned out that the things that made him extremely scared over the years were so insignificant in Brother Yan's hands.

It can be completely eliminated with ease.

The hanged man looked at Eric, and he curled his lips: "Little man, do you have anything else to ask?"

That's great. He will become a full-time teacher to answer questions and solve problems tonight.

Eric looked at the hanged ghost with clear eyes and said, "I want to ask how long have you been a ghost?"

The hanged ghost's eyes showed a little confusion. He suddenly smiled, his voice was frivolous and helpless, as if it was a rootless duckweed. It has been almost 50 years.

He committed suicide, and was very resentful when he died. He could not enter the cycle of reincarnation, but he could not reach the level of a demon.

Just wandering around without death, decades have passed in the blink of an eye.

Eric nodded and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, I understand."

The hanged ghost slowly floated back to the back of the trunk. Before he could stand firm, he glanced at the young man with a smile and hooked his little finger at him.
Chapter completed!