The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, and Wanli gritted his teeth and confronted these people.

"Damn Barbarian, see where you are going this time!" said one of the men fiercely.

Although Wanli was at an absolute disadvantage at this moment, he was not showing any weakness. He smiled and wanted to say something, when he saw those people suddenly stop approaching, his face changed drastically, and he looked behind him with horror.

Is there anything on the back wall?

Wanli almost turned his head to look at it on the spot, but he kept his neck from moving. The biggest threat is now in front of him. If the other party cheated him, he would have to wait for death when he turned around. Even if there was something behind him, he would have to deal with the evil dogs in front of him first!

I saw that those people were completely frightened and could not say a word. They opened their mouths like fish biting hooks, and stood there in a daze.

Bang-

The weapon in someone's hand fell to the ground, and a surprisingly crisp sound came from the alley that suddenly became quiet, like an alarm bell, which shocked everyone present, and then suddenly, as if they suddenly realized something, shouting and scattering birds and beasts!

Ghost -

This is a sentence they shouted together!

Wanli suddenly turned his head and the scene on the wall surprised him. He couldn't help but take a step back, stepped on a person, and almost tripped. It was the thief. He saw the wall opposite as soon as he woke up, so he fainted immediately!

There is a head hanging on the mottled old house exterior wall!

It was a man, his face was so gray that it almost blended into one with the wall, his hair was hanging dead like a dry branch, his right face was rotten and uneven, and there were two vertical black moles on his left face, as if two drops of mud tears were hanging on his face, his eyes widened, but red.

There was nothing on the wall just now, so what happened?

The head did not make a sound or move, hanging there like a terrible relief.

After a long time, the alley was so strangely silent, Wanli felt that it was not a big deal to be so stiff, so he swallowed and said, "That-that-that happened just now, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the head suddenly faded like fog and gradually became transparent. A leaf blown by the wind passed through the void and disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if there had never been a foreign object on the wall.

Wanli stood there for a long time and didn't understand what happened to this person who came and went. Was he here specifically to save him? Who sent him? It must not be Sima Nan, unless he had a psychological problem, specifically to torture him, not to stop him. However, judging from Sima Nan's way of thinking, this possibility is not great. Ruan Zhan? No, it is impossible for him to do it without telling him. Good ghosts passing by? Maybe! Also, maybe they have any requirements or the soul body they are involved!

He bent down, pushed the thief's body to the side, and took back the Blood Wood Sword, "The public security in Hongqing Town is really good!" He shouted to the sky, and then slowly walked back to the hotel.

All the wounds around him were painful, and the attack was too fierce just now, so tired that he had to drag his steps before walking, thinking that this attack should be almost done. But he didn't know that the moment he stepped into the hotel, the wig he had just thrown on the floor of the room seemed to be alive, and slowly climbed under his bed.

When he returned to the hotel, he saw that the watch was only around twelve o'clock, so he had to deal with the wound himself. Fortunately, it was just a skin trauma, but the scorching pain still made him curse, and he completely lost his usual scholarly demeanor.

After dealing with this, he walked over and locked the door to prevent those who pretended to be ignorant from coming in and annoyed him. Then he carefully placed the Blood Wood Sword under the pillow and kept the bat at his hand, preparing to sleep for a while, and tried to contact Ruan Zhan in the early morning.

He lay flat on the bed, stretched his legs comfortably, and slowly fell asleep. In the dream, he felt like he had entered a room similar to a communication room, a doorman laying on a chair with newspaper covered in his face and napping!

He wanted to ask the guard where it was, but after pushing the guard, the newspaper on his face fell to the ground, revealing his face - a square face, with straight facial features, and two vertical black moles on the left side of the cheek, as if two drops of mud tears were hanging on his face, making the face, which was originally beautiful and beautiful, look a little crying!

Although this face did not have half rotten or red eyes, Wanli still recognized that this was the head that appeared on the brick wall of the alley just now!

The head of this man was mounted on a doorman in a neat security uniform, which seemed a bit strange. What's even more strange was that his whole body was tightly tied by circles of black silk. Under Wanli's eyes, the dense black silk slowly swam like life, tightening, and gradually fell into the doorman's body.

Wanli was shocked and subconsciously wanted to reach out and help him untie the strange silk thread, but after he bent down, the guard who had been dead for a long time suddenly opened his eyes, "Hair!" He said in a buzzing voice.

Things were too sudden, and Wanli was a little surprised. He took a step back and fell to the ground by a thing that was crossed across the ground, and woke up suddenly!

What's going on? I passively accepted the psychological hint just now, but what did the strange reinforcements tell him? Why do you say hair? What does that mean?

He has always been extremely brave, but this time it made him a little dry mouth. I don’t know if it was caused by blood loss or was frightened. He wanted to get out of bed and get some water to drink, but when he got together, he found that he couldn’t move at all. His body was wrapped in dense black silk thread like the doorman in his dream, no, it was long black hair!

A flash of inspiration in his mind, remembering what was wrong when he entered the door just now. He obviously threw the wig of the "female ghost" to the ground, but after he came back from outside, he disappeared. It was probably the thief who helped him clean up the room.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but admire Sima Nanlai. He not only has the arrogance of a strong person, but also is very cautious. He even used a series of tricks to deal with small people like him, and did not give people a chance to breathe. It was really difficult to deal with!

He tried to move, but felt the long hair on his body move, slid into his skin like countless wet and sticky snakes. Not only could he not break free, but he also felt a numb and discomfort!

This feeling made him weak all over. After trying three times, he didn't sit up. The black hair was like an octopus slid under the bed, and his body was under the bed, but countless tentacles reached into the bed, intending to pierce into his skin and suck his blood.

When he thought about this, his weird long hair seemed to cooperate and began to poke his skin, making him feel countless little insects biting him in an instant. The feeling was even more unbearable than the hooligans who used a knife to cut him down!

He couldn't help but scream, but made no sound, which made him feel unlucky. When he didn't lock the door just now, a bad person broke in and locked the door. Someone had already hidden evil things in the room to deal with him. Put the Blood Wood Sword outside and was almost stolen. Put it under the pillow. Now I want to use it but I can't take it out!

The demon hair became tighter and tighter, and the ends of the hair were like barbs, and they were thorning deeper into Wanli's skin. This was not something that could be solved with brute force, so Wanli had no choice but to do anything. In an anxious mood, he suddenly remembered the strange reinforcements, who not only saved him in the alley, but also asked a dream to warn him just now, so he should have no malice towards him. Why don't you come to help him now?

"Brother, help me to the end." He shouted. Although he still couldn't make a sound, he had a hoarse and ambiguous meaning from his voice.

Just as he said thank you just now, the head slowly disappeared. Now, as soon as he asked for help, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing in from the large window, condensed into a ball of black gas on the roof and slowly formed a personal shape.

He breathed a sigh of relief, understanding that this soul body would not stand by and watch over his predicament, so he was fully alert. However, when the unknown male ghost came, the demon hair wrapped around him was stimulated, and suddenly tightened, almost killing him.

"Hurry up, man!" he shouted silently.

The black human figure stretched out his arms and slowly stretched it, which had long exceeded the length that humans should have, but it was still stretching. It was not until it touched the hair wrapped around him that his five fingers grabbed and pulled it hard.

Wanli thought the reinforcements would have some magic or magic, but they didn't expect that they would pull them with brute force. When he pulled them, the demon hair naturally resisted. The strength of the two sides was similar, and they pulled Wanli around like a rag doll. The pain made him sweat all over, but he couldn't scream!

Finally, reinforcements gained a little advantage in a round of tug-of-war, which made the demon hair slightly relax. Wanli, who was tortured by them, hurriedly grabbed the only space, tried his best to rush out a hand, reached under the pillow, drew out the bloody wooden sword and cut it on the demon hair!

With a 'hiss' sound, it seemed as if the cloth was torn apart. The demon hair was cut from the middle by the Blood Wood Sword. The beautiful red light on the sword ignited a blue flame fire that fell on the ground, and instantly extended to the bottom of the bed, making the entire monster wig burn.

"It smells really bad." Wanli covered his mouth and nose, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the ghost who kindly helped him huddled in the corner and stared at him in horror. Then he remembered the threat of the Blood Wood Sword to the soul body. He was afraid of being like this, and he didn't even have the courage to escape, so he hurriedly hid the sword behind him.

"Brother, thank you, I helped me twice today." He tried to be friendly, "Who are you? How do I repay you?"

The soul body hesitated by the wall for a while and slowly floated to Wanli. Just as Wanli thought he was going to say something, he disappeared from the window in an instant!

Wanli opened his mouth and stretched out his hand. He wanted to ask him if he knew any major cases around him in recent years, but he walked too fast so that Wanli could not say anything below him.

"Forget it, check it yourself." He sighed, and saw that his naked skin was covered with blood, as if it was splashing mud on it when it rained, and he couldn't help but sigh. Today he finally understood why Ruan Zhan would get hurt every time he fought. As an assistant, he could see it easily. Only when he really dealt with people with magic tricks would he know how difficult it was. Moreover, Ruan Zhan always hits a boss-level figure!

He carefully checked the surroundings with the blood wood sword. This time he confirmed that there was no problem anymore, so he twisted a wet wipe in the cold water basin and wiped the blood beads all over his body, preparing to talk to Ruan Zhan.
Chapter completed!