When the man raised his head, everyone finally saw the true face of the guy in the shroud.
The man's face was flat, without eyes, nose and mouth, but could make a strange laugh.
Even though several people have experienced big scenes, they are also shocked by this faceless person.
Ge Yu's heart sank, thinking, as soon as the building closed, he dared to make trouble in front of Master Dao. Do you think Master Dao was scared?
Before Ge Yu could do anything, He Weidao, who was beside him, pulled out the peach wood sword and shouted angrily: "You are bold and evil. You dare to act fiercely in front of me. Why should you kneel down and be buried!"
"This place... can you still get out when you come? Hehehe..." The faceless man sneered at Ge Yu, but he didn't know where it made the sound.
He Weidao was furious and dared to threaten. He took out a ghost-exorcist talisman from his body and slapped the faceless man from afar.
As soon as the ghost-exorcist talisman flew out, fire burned spontaneously and flew quickly towards the faceless man. When it was about to fall on the faceless man, the faceless man laughed again and suddenly turned into a ball of black gas and disappeared.
"Where can you escape!" He Weidao immediately stepped forward and was about to chase him, but was stopped by Ge Yu and said, "Don't chase him, we have more important things to do. It's just a ghost, and it won't be too arrogant for a long time."
Since Ge Yu said this, He Weidao had to stop and stop moving forward.
Ling Junhao had been frightened by the faceless man and his calves were weak. He saw sweat on his forehead and seemed to be unable to walk.
"Mr. Ling, I said I wouldn't let you follow me, you insist on coming. This is just the beginning. I don't know what strange things will happen later. You have to hold on." Ge Yu said with concern.
Ling Junhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a sigh: "I...I'm fine. With you masters here, I have nothing to be afraid of. Let's continue walking forward."
Ling Yun immediately stepped forward and helped Ling Junhao up. Although Ling Yun was also afraid, he was much calmer than his father.
Ge Yu led everyone to continue walking forward. When he walked forward for more than twenty meters, something suddenly happened again.
The sound of singing came from somewhere in the empty building, which was a singing style similar to Huangmei Opera, with a slogan, agitated, twists and turns, and a little resentment, and the listeners felt aroused in their hearts.
Ling Junhao, who had just calmed down his mind, heard this movement and was immediately frightened and trembled again, saying, "What... what sound is this? Where did this come from?"
"Mr. Ling, your building is so haunted that it is really amazing. There are still people who dare to stay in this place to do business now, and they are not as brave as they are forced to do anything." Master Han from Hong Kong Island said.
"Master Ge... hurry up and find a way." Ling Junhao was already scared and began to regret coming here with them. This was too scary.
Ge Yu did not respond, but led the people forward. After a short while, a ball of white mist suddenly rose in front of him. In the white mist, a man wearing a blue and white robe was constantly waving his sleeves. It seemed like a woman, and the movements he was singing just now must have been made by it.
When Ge Yu led them to the woman who was singing seven or eight meters away, he stopped. Ge Yu tilted his head and watched the woman sing for half a minute, but he felt that the singing style was strange, like crying and complaining, as if there was a great grievance.
But when the Ling family's father and son heard it, they could not bear it at all and felt it was terrifying for no reason.
Suddenly, Ge Yu slapped lightly and clapped his applause. The applause sounded particularly harsh in the empty building.
"I sing well, are there any better skills? Show us the show. If you sing well, you will get a reward." Ge Yu said, clapping his hands.
The woman's singing style paused, slowly turned her head and looked at Ge Yu. Only then did everyone see that the woman's face was covered with heavy makeup when she was singing, two black circles, bright red lips, and although her makeup was exquisite, when she appeared in such an occasion, she could only feel inexplicably strange.
"If my husband wants to show off his ugly family, he has to show off his ugly family..."
The woman smiled gloomyly at Ge Yu, and suddenly slowly turned her neck. Her head turned around her neck for 360 degrees. Then she asked Ge Yu with a smile: "Is my skills good?"
The Ling family's father and son were already panting. Whoever could turn his head around his neck was obviously not a human being.
"It's not good-looking, is there anything better?" Ge Yu said with a smile.
"Yes, look..." As he said that, the woman's head turned around her neck again, then it stretched out her hands and actually pulled her head off, and blood kept spurting out of her neck.
The woman held her head with her hands and walked towards Ge Yu and the others step by step. Her head was still laughing, and she said while walking: "Does my husband like this?"
"Well, this is not bad, it's a bit obvious." Ge Yu's face still had a smile.
The Ling family father and son were already scared and almost fainted. If it weren't for Ge Yu, He Weidao and Master Han here, he would probably have turned around and ran away long ago.
However, He Weidao and Master Han from Hong Kong Island were also frightened by the scene in front of him, and his face turned slightly pale. Such strange things are rare. Even though he knew that the other party was a cultivator, he still dared to find trouble in front of him. This is not taking them seriously.
As the woman was getting closer and closer to Ge Yu, the blood in her neck was spraying more and more.
At this moment, Ge Yu suddenly slapped the Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword on his waist, and a golden light flashed.
The woman felt Ge Yu's murderous intent and immediately turned into a ball of black gas to escape. However, she was one step late at this time. Ge Yu shook his hand and the seven small swords hanging on the Seven Star Sword of Xuanmen flew out at the same time, piercing the black gas that had not yet condensed.
"Ah..." With a shrill scream, the seven small swords passed through the black gas, and the black gas suddenly dissipated.
The female ghost was immediately dissipated.
"Little ghost, you dare to pretend to be a ghost in front of Master Dao. It's really a courageous leopard." Ge Yu snorted coldly, and then continued to walk forward with the Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword.
Ling Junhao encountered these terrifying scenes one after another. His legs were so scared that he could not walk anymore. Ling Yun helped him continue walking forward.
Chapter completed!