The woman looked really embarrassed now, with her limbs twisted and bent, and her neck turned to an unnatural angle.

To be honest, the stairs in the villa are indeed not very good. The distance between the stairs is a bit high, and the steps are narrow. Because of the pursuit of the hall's style, there are great requirements for floor height.

So the stairs are not low, and the tenants usually have to look at the steps up and down, which is really not very convenient.

So it would be uncomfortable to fall down this high and steep staircase, even if you are lucky and don’t hit the vital points of your body.

The landlord's wife was already bulky and was kicked off in that posture, and she was hit hard and fell to her body. The thick layer of protective fat on her body did not make her feel better.

She wasn't sure which time she was hit harder than now. After all, she lost consciousness after falling down and twisting her neck for a while.

It's not like now, because I have become a ghost, but I still retain a clear consciousness with death and injury.

The landlord's wife was immediately angry. When she fell downstairs, she had faced her face out, but now her neck turned 180 degrees on the back of her head and aimed at Zhu Yang who was standing at the entrance of the stairs.

I had a jealous and resentful expression before looking at the kind-hearted expression.

"You slutty bitches—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yang had already taken a step down the stairs in three or two steps, looked at her, then raised his foot and stomped on her face.

He stepped on the landlord's wife's mouth and nose and rubbed it: "Ah? Be louder! What are you calling me?"

"Bitch-Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The words that were so difficult to blurt out were trampled back by Zhu Yang's feet.

"You have to be clear in pronunciation. You are so vague about your words. How can you open the door to do business?"

The boss's wife couldn't speak now, but her eyes were still staring at Zhu Yang through her shoes.

Zhu Yang sneered: "To be honest, you are a little smarter than the previous female ghost. You have clear goals and are ruthless and accurate in starting a new job. You know that you have no ability to force yourself, and you also know how to use hints and inertia."

"But your brain is probably stuck with your fat. If you are really smart, you won't be attacked by me."

"In that case, maybe you can really get into luck and kill one or two people. But it's impossible now."

As he said that, Zhu Yang took back his feet, bent down and grabbed the woman's hair, and dragged the man aside like a sack.

The landlord's wife was thrown into turmoil. The unbearable pain occupied her mind and she couldn't concentrate on her energy.

She didn't expect that this little bitch was so cunning, and she turned her back without even being aware of it. However, although being a ghost is dark, one advantage is that life and death are no longer meaningful in the ghost.

So when she recovered, she had the chance to kill this little bitch again. She could hide once, but not for a lifetime.

So the woman cursed: "Bitch, even if you are lucky this time, I will remember a few injuries on my body right now. I will definitely give you ten times the time I will give you back."

"I will fold your hands and feet into ten sections, pick out your sexy eyes, pull out your tongue and then stomp your mouth, see that you young little bitches dare to seduce people all day long."

"Who is seducing? Your husband?" Zhu Yang said casually, and said sarcastically: "It's really not that the whole family doesn't come in! You and your husband are the same as you don't force yourself to count this."

"I covered myself with a pile of toad meat as a treasure, and I also thought that others were as heavy as you. I was worried all day long that there were white swans who would come to pick up your toad meat. Don't worry, I've covered myself, no one will snatch you."

As he said, he said to himself, "What exactly gave you the illusion of a fat woman with a stinking mouth, thinking that our young and beautiful girls will have the same taste as you? Could it be that just to use the excuse to force the car to get involved with our height?"

"It's useless, I'm telling you it's useless, ah! With your weight, you can't jump up even if you give you a chance."

As she said this, she was quite light in dragging the meat that weighed nearly 200 kilograms.

The landlord's wife was so angry that she trembled all over by her words, just like most husbands who are used to cheating on their own but ignore the essence and blame the fault on the same sex.

During her lifetime, she had a fight with the woman who had something to do with her husband. In short, it was all the fault of the vixen outside.

Later, she inherited the villa and started a hotel business, and she also felt disgusted with the young and beautiful female tenants who came and went, because her husband's eyes were always stuck to those women.

But once a female tenant complains that she is harassed, as long as her husband turns around and says, "It was her who seduces me," the landlord will believe that she will turn into a fighter, and with a fierce and scoundrel voice, it will make people blew up.

Most people who travel here will not think about causing trouble in the local area. If they suffer some losses, they will just settle down. After a few years, they will be harassed first, but after that, they will be turned down and scolded, and there will be more shameless girls who will seduce.

These are all small things, until one day, her husband, who had never suffered through her fierce and boldness, finally got too much yellow soup in his stomach and did something they couldn't afford to take care of.

The landlord's wife felt that the pain on her body had been relieved a lot and her strength had recovered a little, and she immediately started to laugh.

Wait for her to recover—

Before I could imagine the good things, I suddenly got stuffed into my mouth.

Then there was a heart-wrenching pain. She had never felt this pain even though she was a human being or a ghost. She just fell downstairs and had her facial features deformed. The pain was so painful that she was so deformed.

The landlord's wife's mouth began to burn, and her face was also burnt pustules due to the chain reaction.

Zhu Yang hissed: "It's so effective? I would have asked Lu Xin for two more candies, tsk! This is disgusting."

But in fact, the candy has a long-lasting effect. She ate it in the afternoon and felt good now when she looked at the heavy mouth scene and didn't want to vomit.

The two talismans in the novice gift package that each can resist ghosts’ damage at one time were used by Zhu Yang without hesitation.

This thing can actually cause considerable damage when hitting a ghost, let alone stuffing it into your mouth. The landlord’s wife is probably the only one who knows the sourness of the taste.

After confirming that the woman could not recover for a while, Zhu Yang finally found a rope under the front desk table, a wire of a large fan, which was pulled down by Zhu Yang without hesitation.

Then she tied the neck of the landlord's wife, who was no longer human, and dragged her directly to the door of the landlord's room on the first floor, and then hung her entire ghost on the door beam.

Thanks to her for strengthening so much power, if she had changed into the physical condition before the game, she would not have the power even if she had the heart.

Without much delay, she knocked on the landlord's door after she was hunched, and it was hurried and loud, just like a death-seeking.

"Who?" A vague and impatient voice came from inside.

But Zhu Yang still knocked on the door like a life-threatening person. He was so annoyed that he had to get out of bed and pull over to open the door with his slippers.

Zhu Yang stopped hearing the movement, then ran away quickly and hid in the pillars in the hall next to him.

At the same time, the landlord unscrewed the door lock and opened the door.

A familiar corpse was hung in front of his door, because of the inertia.

The landlord's scalp exploded, his blood rushing to his head, and his feet suddenly became weak.

I was about to scream subconsciously, but the moment I looked up and saw the corpse's face, the face that was flowing with black blood even though the outline was familiar, but the face was burnt and the mouth was burned.

The landlord has never done ruthless things. Strictly speaking, he has already had two lives on his hands, but the extreme stimulation still made him roll his eyes and fall to the ground and faint.

Zhu Yang was a little disappointed. The self-protection mechanism of the human body was a troublesome, which made her see limited fun.

She also expects that the landlord and his wife will find out what useful news will be drawn from the deep affection of the couple after they meet again.

As a result, I had to put down my landlord's wife so quickly.

The landlord's wife's pain only slowed down a little, and she saw her husband being tortured by the little bitch and not knowing his life or death.

Although she hated this guy for being cruel, death did not give this idiot any enlightenment, because her mouth was burned and had not recovered, and she could not speak, so she could only make a whimpering sound.

Zhu Yang said impatiently like a perverted killer: "You whisper, what's your turn to hurry?"

The landlord's wife, who had recovered from the pain at this moment, finally realized that facing this guy, the ghost's immortal body was not a confidence to turn the tables, but might be torture.

Some people are like this. They are so arrogant when bullying the weak, but once they realize that they are not as arrogant as others, they will immediately become as cowardly as dogs.

The landlord's wife has lost the arrogance she had just now, and she looked at Zhu Yang with her eyes begging.

Zhu Yang was happy: "When the girl was attacked by your couple's murder, wasn't it the look you looked at now? I found that I had a bit of potential as a murderer, and I was a little excited to be seen like this."

The landlord's eyes became even more frightened. She tried her best to recover quickly and get rid of the influence of the spell so that she could disappear and escape.

But how could it be done? The hall is not small but only a few steps, can you walk to the sea forever?

There is a dressing mirror next to the bar, which is convenient for people entering and leaving to take care of their hair at a glance. This is convenient for Zhu Yang.

Otherwise, the largest mirror in the entire house is still on the second floor, how troublesome?

She grabbed the person and came to the mirror, and then stuffed her into the mirror bit by bit in the landlord's incredible gaze.

Zhu Yang is not sure if every ghost has the ability to shuttle through the mirror, but according to Zhu Yang's understanding, the mirror she can touch should belong to the ghost's inner world.

Referring to the attitude of Sadako being forced to kill pigs by them at that time, it can be seen that being sent back to the Miyazaki by living people is not a good thing for the ghost.

She is not sure whether the rules are universal, but it is worth a try, and it is ability development! She must have divergent thinking and be brave enough to try to find more surprises.

Sure enough, although the landlord's wife was stuffed back, she didn't die immediately, but she was trapped inside and couldn't get out of it.

She was fat and stuffed into the narrow dressing mirror. Her whole body was squeezed miserably, but she could do nothing.

Zhu Yang was quite satisfied and smiled and said, "Sure, you can stay here first and find you when you need it."

The ghosts on each line have corresponding hatred. Why did she let such a good situation and let them join forces to attack the players?

When it comes to provoking struggles, um! She is still very good at it. If you don’t fight, just press your head and let the two of you fight.

When he was about to return to his room, Zhu Yang went upstairs, but found that a figure had just flashed across the corner of the wall downstairs. He looked at it carefully and found no trace.

So I had to go back to the room with some doubts.

After waking up the next day, Li Li, who went downstairs to buy breakfast, found the landlord who was lying at his door, and thought something was wrong.

After waking the person, I heard the boss telling him tremblingly as if he was a ghost. Last night, someone knocked on his door, but opened the door and saw his dead wife hanging in front of his door with a bad face.

Li Li comforted him a few words, but he curled his lips in his heart, afraid that he would be a scared. In two or three days, you will be a ghost. Then, you and your wife will fight by themselves. It would be better to kill both of them and not come to find their players.

Then I told Zhu Yang and the others about this while having breakfast.

He said with some relief: "From this point, the boss's wife is probably killed by the son of Turtle surnamed Xiao. That woman is considered to be injustice and has a debt and has a master, so she knows who to look for."

Zhu Yang picked up a dumpling and dipped it in vinegar and took it. He chewed it carefully and swallowed it slowly before he said carelessly: "Oh! That's not."
To be continued...