Han Zhiyong pushed the door open again, the wood made a rattling sound, and the lock hung outside, shaking as the door leaf shook.

"Gada Gada..."

His hands paused.

No, this sound is not just coming from the wooden door.

In the darkness, Han Zhiyong's hearing became more sensitive. His hair stood on end as he discerned a sound of teeth chattering from the sound of the door.

The key is, his teeth didn't chatter.

Who is that?

Relying on the perception he had developed from raising ghosts, Han Zhiyong closed his eyes and tried to find the source of the sound. Unexpectedly, as soon as he closed his eyes, he was covered by a pair of cold hands.

"Do you have a face?"

A voice so soft that it was almost inaudible sounded in his ears. It was very close, but there was no breath coming out.

Obviously, this is a non-breathing thing.

Han Zhiyong trembled all over, and reached out to pull down the hands, but when his hands covered his eyes, he discovered that it was not the hands covering his eyes at all, but something like a membrane.

The voice said again: "Yeah, I feel it, you have a face."

Suddenly, Han Zhiyong felt a stinging pain between his eyebrows.

A sharp object pierced the skin, not deeply, and then peeled off on both sides.

"Ah!!" The severe pain made Han Zhiyong scream. He frantically tore at the membrane attached to his face, but because it was too slippery, he could only consciously feel the pain of the skin being peeled off.

"Oh shit……"

Where did the Skinner come from!?

There was no warning at all before!

He couldn't break away, and suddenly thought of Zeng Lai's words.

Is it really not possible to hide in the closet?

"boom!"

Han Zhiyong put his foot on the cupboard door. The cupboard shook, but it did not open because of the lock.

"I can't leave."

The soft voice brought a smile, making Han Zhiyong angry.

If there is no danger, a lock is nothing.

But when he is haunted by ghosts, this lock may directly kill him!

He roared angrily: "Yu Xing, just wait for me!!"

Black ghosts emerged from his body, and several ghosts with painful expressions screamed and rushed to his face, tugging the film off.

Han Zhiyong felt his face relax. He immediately opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to wipe it. Blood dripped from his forehead.

"boom!"

"boom!"

At the critical moment, Han Zhiyong ignored the pain and hit the crack of the door with his shoulder. However, the wooden door of the wardrobe was really thick, and he could not see anything. He could only hear the ghost he raised and the skinned ghost entangled with each other, making noises to each other.

Sharp neighing.

"boom!"

Finally, the lock hit the ground, and a burst of bright light came. Han Zhiyong fell to the ground, gritting his teeth and looking back.

Inside the open cabinet door, he saw a white "face" flying in the air, biting the ghost he raised. It had a ferocious face and sharp teeth. The sight of these teeth made his eyebrows hurt even more.

After getting out of the cabinet, Bai Lian glared at him angrily, broke away from the ghosts, and disappeared into the wood.

The ghost dispersed, turned into a bead, rolled out, and stopped at Han Zhiyong's feet.

The beads were covered with cracks and looked fragile, as if they would break if touched lightly. He picked them up with a frown, got up from the ground, and muttered an unpleasant curse.

This is a sacrifice that gives him the ability to raise ghosts, but the ghost's attack power is not strong, so it is usually only used as a detection tool.

Now... as long as he uses it for a while, he will no longer be able to use this bead in this deduction.

He took a deep breath, squeezed his swollen shoulders, and looked in the mirror.

There was a thin line of blood between his eyebrows. If he hadn't had a sacrifice, his face would have been ripped off alive.

Han Zhiyong: "..."

After being tricked by Yu Xing once, although he had already thought of killing Yu Xing, he still felt even more resentful at this time.

Well, people in the fallen line are unreasonable.

He endured the nausea and discomfort, took out the clothes from the upper compartment of his closet, put them on, and left the bathroom with a gloomy look.

…

But whether it was Zeng Lai and others or Han Zhiyong, they all forgot the existence of one person.

Bai Mian crossed his arms and squatted down in the limited space in the cabinet. The mask was on his face, and he never thought about taking it off.

Even though the cabinet next door made such a loud noise, he remained silent.
Chapter completed!