There are not a few such evil spirits.

After Qin Mu saw that the old guy turned into this, he did not continue to move, but walked around the old guy's soul. He found that the old guy was most likely dead in this room, so it could not leave.

"Can you talk?" If this ghost was met in Ningcheng or somewhere, Qin Mu would let the other party die without saying a word. However, this is a psychic town. Seeing a ghost in such a place must be said, it is a more considerate and warm thing.

Because as long as it is a ghost, it will at least be very honest. Of course, it is not counted if it has a certain amount of ghost power. For example, it is above the ghost general.

Because most ghosts under the evil spirit king will not have complete consciousness, their consciousness only stays in themselves, stays in the endless resentment. Lies are the patent of human beings, but evil ghosts are not very good at it.

"Ah...ah...it hurts...it hurts...ah...do not kill me...do not kill me..." Half of the old lady's body made a "hoho" sound in the air for a long time, and finally began to speak like a normal person, but the voice of her speech was hoarse and unpleasant. Even under the bombardment of Qin Mu's thunder and lightning, a piece of blood and charred flesh fell down on her face, revealing her crooked teeth, which was even more strange when she spoke.

It's like a bellows leaking.

Qin Mu guessed it well, this old guy did die in this room.

The old guy looked quite arrogant at the beginning, preparing to tear Qin Mu's throat. After Qin Mu gave the other party a thunder and lightning, the old guy became much more honest. There was no way. Most of the ghost energy on his body disappeared directly under Qin Mu's attack. Can he be honest?

"How long have you been here?" Qin Mu saw that this thing seemed to have a certain level of thinking ability, so he directly asked. Of course, the judge's pen in his hand was demonstratively condensed into a thunder talisman in the air, and it was shining brightly in his hand.

"I don't know..." the old guy said slowly, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

At first, Qin Mu thought that the thunder talisman that was injured was scared by the other party, and then he immediately took the thunder talisman in his hand a little farther away. At this moment, the old guy suddenly let out a scream, which scared Qin Mu. The thunder talisman in his hand almost threw it directly to the ground.

"Damn, what's the point of being okay?" Qin Mu was puzzled, but what happened next made him puzzled.

The old lady's body, less than half a meter, suddenly began to shrink, as if she had shrunk in her clothes. It was very fast, but in just a few dozen breaths, it had already turned into the size of a fist.

The internal organs of the old lady had disappeared, as if they were eaten by something in the air. Her whole body was shrinking little by little, and a trace of black gas appeared from its body, and it was steaming upwards little by little, but when it reached the sky, it disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The old lady's body was only one quarter of her head, and half of her cheek that was not hit by lightning was left with only one eye, one eye that was as white as boiled egg white.

The old lady couldn't make any sound, and Qin Mu was at a loss. It was the first time he saw such a situation. Didn't this old guy just let Qin Mu hit it with lightning? Why did he reach this point?

The lightning just now would not have directly made the other party look like this. When Qin Mu released the lightning, Qin Mu made some plans and used it lightly. Such lightning would not directly scatter their souls to ordinary souls. Why did such a ghost-level ghost-level shrink directly?

Qin Mu still had time to think about it, but the old lady's entire soul had shrunk into a black ball. At this time, Qin Daguan was really in a hurry. He ignored the death aura that kept coming out of the ghost, and directly grabbed the ghost in his hand and tore it hard.

"Come out... come out... come out..." Qin Mu tried hard to tear the small black ball, as if torn it like this, and the opponent could successfully be tear out of the black ball.

With a loud "bang", Qin Mu was stunned. The black ball in his hand was still a black ball, and the size of the ball had shrunk to the size of a table tennis ball from the beginning. However, the bathroom door was wide open, and the monk Hulu fell to the ground in a embarrassed face, with his face red on his face, as if he had just soaked in the blood.

"You..." Qin Mu just said a word, and the gourd monk struggled to get up from the ground. His hand printed a blood-red handprint on the edge of the frosted glass bathroom.

Just when Qin Mu was stunned, the small ball the size of a black table tennis ball in his hand immediately disappeared.

Qin Mu was stunned as the last trace of black gas rose from his hands, floating in the air and finally turned into air.

"Can you not be so surprised in expression? I'm so tired." The gourd monk seemed to be really tired and walked around, but when this guy walked over, he left a shocking blood-colored footprint, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Where did you come out from? This red one is not your blood, right?" Qin Mu couldn't help asking.

"How is that possible?" The Hulu monk smiled self-deprecatingly: "It seems that this hotel is really unclean. It's just an old trick, just a shower of blood." The Hulu monk said this, and carried the yellow gourd in his hand, patted it and said, "I have let my brother clean up."

"There is one in the bathroom?" Qin Mu was amazed and walked to the bathroom door and looked around. He saw that the whole bathroom was in a mess. Although everything was no different from usual, it can be seen from the bloody handprints and bloody footprints on the ground that a big battle must have just happened here.

"What does it mean to have another one? You met just now?" After the monk Hulu cleaned himself with a towel, he looked depressed: "This bath can't be washed, and the body smells like bloody. By the way, don't you draw talismans? What kind of demon-suppressing talismans are drawn, how to purify the air?"

The Hulu monk sat on his bed with a sloppy face. The sheets were covered with blood marks, which looked shocking.

Qin Mu was stunned, but refused: "No...don't do this."

"What? Can't you?" The gourd monk couldn't understand that Qin Mu had a solution once and for all, but it was not applicable, so he could only guess from the direction he could not do so.

"Who can't do it?" Qin Mu's face was a little confused when questioned like this: "I just want to use a method to lure all the ghosts here. There seem to be many people dead in this room. Wouldn't you be curious?" Qin Mu asked back.

The monk Hulu seemed to think Qin Mu's words made sense and nodded.
Chapter completed!