"Nonsense aside, I've already killed a few ghost hunters, every time I smell you, I'm very excited, your smell is more special than theirs, that's why I didn't kill you right away, stay with you for a while, I want to know why you smell different from those people" The ghost finally said his motive.
"You said you'd killed a few ghost hunters, you're such a bastard," I yelled.
"Hehe, I'm not even a bastard, I'm just a ghost who has been killed by bad people, don't you think it's too ironic to describe me as a bastard" The ghost replied to me.
I was speechless for this kind of ghostly thing, but it asked me why it smelled different from those ghost hunters, and suddenly I thought of a way to get out.
Even if I tear it apart, there is a chance that it will break away from its arm and hold me, and the moment I get out of it, it will reach out and grab me, and there is a good chance that I will be injured.
During this time, I have been injured, that kind of heart-rending pain, I still remember it vividly, I don't want to be hurt anymore, my body is my own, and that kind of pain can't be replaced by others.
In the first place to make sure that I don't get hurt, I must first think of reducing the danger and try not to fight it.
Breaking free is bound to hurt, after all, I am so close to it that it is almost a matter of seconds for it to catch me, and I don't even have a chance to dodge.
The ghost thing just now suddenly asked me why it tasted different, and this time it woke me up yes, I just wanted to cut my hand to make a last ditch effort to prevent those ghosts from breaking in However, in the end, it was the talisman paper that I pasted on the door, and Yingying's last cry of pain that saved my two bitter hands.
Now the ghost thing behind me reminded me that it only knew that my body smelled different, but it didn't know that my blood was the thing it feared the most, more powerful than virgin blood rune paper.
I'm so close to it now, as long as I secretly cut my finger and don't let it notice, then I will rub the blood on Yingying's mother's body, and the ghost thing that forcibly occupied Yingying's mother's body will immediately pop out of Yingying's mother's body.
I can still avoid being scratched by that, but my hands will hurt again, and I am still glad that I still can't escape the fate of scratching myself with my own hands.
"That's a mistake for me, bastard is a description of a living person, you're just a ghost," I said to the ghost behind me, my unimprisoned hand quietly moving, but my mouth continued to talk to the ghost behind me, in order to distract it from the movements of my hand.
"Then can you tell me now, why does the smell on your body be different from the ghost hunters I killed when I killed them, I can also consider waiting for your death to be less painful," the ghost thing asked me without giving up.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Are you sure I don't smell like the ghost hunters you've seen?"
The movement of my hand was unstoppable, but I moved very carefully little by little, for fear that if the movement was bigger, I would be noticed by the ghost behind me, but I flatly denied it, completely pretending not to understand what the ghost was talking about, and kicked the problem back to it. aa2705221: