Although Wang Ling's spirit was much better now, it was getting late after all.
After eating and drinking enough, he lay back on the bed and thought about the day's events.
Wang Ling felt that it was a great pleasure.
What he didn't expect was that such a female ghost could allow him to easily defeat Yang Weichen.
Then if there is a more powerful ghost possessing someone in the future, wouldn’t it become even more powerful?
However, if you want to control more powerful ghosts, you need more powerful Yin skills.
At this moment, Wang Ling's heart began to swell, imagining what it would be like to possess powerful Yin Kung.
When the time comes, you might be able to fly over walls, subjugate demons, and be omnipotent.
Wang Ling thought so, felt comfortable, lay on the bed, and soon fell asleep again.
Night, deathly silent.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, there were several squeaking sounds, as if something sharp was scratching on the glass of the window.
Wang Ling didn't like hearing this kind of sound the most.
With a jolt, Wang Ling woke up and didn't think much, just looked at the window glass.
Fortunately, Wang Ling closed the curtains before going to bed and could not see what was happening outside the window.
This made him feel somewhat at ease, as if he would feel safe if he was wrapped in a cover.
However, it is precisely because he can see ghosts that Wang Ling is always extremely sensitive.
Any strange noise at night will wake him up and keep him on high alert.
This is exactly what happened.
"There won't be anything.
There shouldn't be anything."
Wang Ling muttered secretly, "God can't have anything every night."
Wang Ling muttered this, his eyes still staring at the extremely unreal light projected through the curtains in the blue midnight sky.
Perhaps Wang Ling's heart was extremely sensitive at this time, and his brain cells became extremely active, and many strange pictures began to flash in his mind.
An idea once flashed through his mind.
The blue curtains in front of him were like the curtains of an ancient shadow puppet show.
He even expected and worried that some terrible scene would be shown on that curtain soon.
Just when he was worried, suddenly, a thin black shadow flashed outside the window and flashed across the curtain.
"Ah" Wang Ling's whole body was trembling, and his face was numb.
"What is it?"
Wang Ling secretly asked himself, but soon he tried to calm down, "Don't make a fuss, nothing will happen.
It must be a branch or something."
Although he had not paid attention to whether there was a big tree growing outside the building or whether the branches of the big tree were close to the window and could cast a shadow on his window, he still preferred to believe that there was a big tree outside the window. , and the branches of the big tree may extend long, like tentacles of the night, projecting such a strange black shadow on his curtains.
Just as Wang Ling was thinking this, suddenly, a black palm-sized object slowly rose from the bottom of the window, as if it was the shadow of a person's head.
This time Wang Ling once again took a breath of air, and his whole heart seemed to be sinking in the Mariana Trench of the Pacific Ocean.
This time, this strange black shadow did not continue to disappear, but slowly rose, like a shark corpse slowly rising from the sea.
From the tip of the iceberg to the entire shark.
As the black shadow slowly rose, Wang Ling's heart began to sink slowly.
"Who is that outside?"
Wang Ling took courage and shouted twice.
However, the fluttering black shadow on the window did not disappear immediately, but stayed there, as if listening to Wang Ling's voice.
After a while, Wang Ling stopped shouting, and the black shadow began to rise.
Soon, what Wang Ling was most worried about appeared: a human head.
The round head looks like a gourd floating in the dark sea.
However, Wang Ling was sure that it was not a gourd, but a human head, because soon, the neck under the head began to appear on the curtains, followed by the figure of the upper body, and finally almost half of the body was projected on the curtains.
This is a slender figure, just like the graceful and graceful dancing figure of Xi Shi in the Guanwa Palace of King Wu Fu Chai.
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It is erratic in the wind, full and empty, graceful and charming, and it is fascinating.
It was this phantom that was so beautiful that Wang Ling, a young boy, couldn't help but have wild thoughts.
It was this strange thought that greatly reduced the fear and vigilance in his heart.
"Who is she?"
Wang Ling couldn't help but ponder in confusion, "Could this beautiful figure be the work of the girl opposite who is always peeping at her?"
Wang Ling's thought just flashed through his mind, and he rejected it again.
How could that person be floating outside the window like this?
Besides, his house is on the third floor of the building.
He appeared outside the window so naturally.
Either people can fly or he is a ghost.
When Wang Ling thinks of ghosts, he can't help but think of Yao Yao, the burned female ghost with whom he has a close affinity recently.
"Could this be Yao Yao?"
Wang Ling asked himself.
Soon, Wang Ling was sure that no other ghost would appear here except her.
Now that he was sure it was him, Wang Ling boldly got out of bed and walked towards the window.
He was ready to open the curtains and expose the ghost Yao Yao's tricks.
Wang Ling's steps moved very slowly and with difficulty, as if there were iron chains tied around his ankles and he couldn't move at all.
Wang Ling's reason was very clear.
This was still the fear in his heart.
"If this layer of window paper is not broken, the fear will never disappear."
Wang Ling told himself.
Thinking of this, Wang Ling took several deep breaths and tried his best to calm his mind, but he still felt a trace of cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the Baihui point on the top of his head.
But no matter what, he must face it bravely.
"Hey, it's a female ghost who is causing trouble.
I know it's you.
Come out quickly."
Wang Ling stammered, his voice was a little hoarse, as if the breath in his throat was not flowing smoothly enough.
"Come out quickly, I've seen you before."
If you don't come out like this, I'm going to catch you.
You know I can catch you."
However, there was silence in front of the window, and the ghostly shadow on the curtains was motionless, as if waiting for him to open the curtains.
This is simply a provocation.
Wang Ling was a little angry, desperate, rushed forward, and opened the curtains with a swish.
"ah" Wang Ling screamed, couldn't help but take a few steps back, and fell on the bed.
His eyes were as wide as duck eggs, looking at the terrifying skull on the window and the two blood-red eyeballs rotating on the skull: