Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 110

Through the cloth, Baisu turned the hanged ghost's head over and over to look at it.

Because it was too ugly and disgusting, he didn't do it directly, but pulled the bed towel that was set aside, wrapped the hanged ghost's head and twisted it off.

He remembered... when he beat the toilet ghost before, he split the toilet ghost's head in two, and the other party disappeared?
Baisu didn't know that the direct disappearance of the toilet ghost turned into a card had something to do with the game hall, and Qiqiao game hall didn't mention it before sending it.

After the hanged ghost's head was turned to the front to see Baisu, the whole ghost seemed to be silenced, the short tongue that could not be retracted opened and closed between the lips, and it just couldn't speak.

Black eyes looked at it... no, yes, white.

Dazed, the hanged ghost suddenly broke free from his daze and continued to struggle.

"No...don't kill me!" The spiritual power bends and stretches, and begs for mercy when he realizes that he kicked the iron plate, "You, you are not human... No, no, no, I didn't mean to scold you!"

Why not humans?It's very simple, no matter how strong a human being is, there is no such sense of oppression.

The hanged ghost changed the subject: "You are also here to hunt humans! Our three-seven... not our two-eight... one-nine points! The humans next door, please leave me a mouthful of broth!"

Bai Li, who was still thinking about how to get rid of the hanged ghost, paused, held the hanged ghost's head with one hand, and pressed his knees on the bed.

Why do both of them like to have trouble with humans, and humans are not tasty?Baisu thought with some perplexity.

The hanged ghost, which had been separated from its body, still felt the pain, and its mind, which had been dead for many years, was running crazily.

Don't you want to share it with it?That's right... Most of the ghosts are solitary, even in this hotel, it is just saying hello to the hostess of the hotel.

The others... each depends on their ability, if it attacks humans and rolls over, no other supernatural powers will care about it.

And now, the hanged ghost is on the verge of overturning.

Baisu didn't speak, the Hanged Ghost had realized that the black-haired young man who was holding it was not interested in cooperating and sharing with it, nor did he intend to let it go.

Then what followed was the death of the fish and the destruction of the net.

The half of the body on the bed jumped up suddenly, Baisu raised his knees slightly, and with just such a small gap, the body of the hanged ghost escaped.

Gee.

Seeing that the hanged ghost's body had run away, Baisu wrapped the brown bed scarf around his hand again.

He quickly tied a bow with the two corners, and then threw the hanged ghost's head out on the spot.

The sphere wrapped in cloth hit the hanged ghost's body quickly and mercilessly. The sound of the collision was dull, and the movement of falling to the ground was not small.

The next moment, the hanged ghost disappeared.

Did it really disappear?No, on top.

Baisu bent down, avoiding the hanging rope that was coming to him.

What is the possession of the hanged ghost? The answer is obvious.

When the hanging rope fails, it is ready to escape. It has always relied on bewitching human beings to hang themselves voluntarily. Buying and selling by force is not its strong point.

In particular, it also meets monsters.

A white monster with black eyes fixed on it.

The thick hemp rope was knotted, and it floated over the chandelier above, and it was about to escape from the ceiling. Under the hanging rope, someone touched it lightly.

The slender wrist stretched into the knot, and the hanging rope that belonged to the hanged ghost contracted habitually. The rough barbs were embedded in the skin color, the knot tightened further, and more whiteness overflowed from the wound.

There was no blood, white stuffing stained the knot.

As if drunk for a long time, and like a water-absorbing sponge being weighted up, the hanging rope that was floating in the air snapped to the ground.

The limp knot twisted back and forth on the ground, trying to get back into the air but couldn't.

Why?Lingyi thought hard, why it——

Baisu moved his wrist.

The "injured" wrist healed in a short time. He fell to the ground from the position of kneeling on the bed with one knee, stepped on the cold floor, and took a few steps to the side of the hanging rope that had been dyed white.

A gallows knot is tied at the top of the drop-shaped rope, and the knot is tied to a standard, which can ensure that the person's head is put in and strangled safely, and the rope will not be loosened halfway through the suspension.

After observing for a while, Baisu slipped on the hanging rope and started looking for things.

It was impossible to eat, he already smelled a smell of rotting vegetable leaves.

After turning around, Baisu found a box of matches in the corner of the guest room.

Yes, he was going to simply burn the upper rope.

The head of the match lightly stroked against the red phosphorus, and the dancing flames flickered in the dim environment.

Baisu moved the match, and the tongue of flame got closer to the outer edge of the knot. The upper rope he held in his hand twisted wildly in an attempt to escape, but under the action of the white attachment, the swing range was extremely small.

'don't want--'

'let me go--'

He vaguely heard some supernatural cries, but Baisu was unmoved.

The scorching flames danced in the black eyes, and the dots of white under the eyes quickly disappeared in the burning of the flames, and then a mournful howl resounded through the void.

Baisu let the fire burn from the end of the knot to the top, a little flame touched his fingertips, the expression of the black-haired youth remained unchanged.

It wasn't until the hanging rope was completely burnt to gray-black powder that fell to the ground that Baisu withdrew her red and wrinkled hands from the heat.

Gray-black powder...does it have to be cleaned up?

The hotel room was dimly lit, with no lights turned on, only the moonlight outside the window.

Baisu touched the wall beside him, successfully pressed the switch, and the light turned on.

The instant light made people squint their eyes for a moment, and when they opened them again, Baisu fell into deep thought as he looked at the messy bed.

Ah... did he burn the Hanged Man to death too quickly?
What Baisu saw in front of his eyes was the quilt that was crumpled together with blood and rotten flesh, the dripping liquid did not disappear, but stayed there, apparently soaked into the quilt.

He should have left the hanged man to clean up and then burn it.

Frowning instantly, Baisu reluctantly swept the ashes on the ground into the trash can.

As for the quilt?Baisu felt that she couldn't take it anymore.

He simply threw them all on the ground, dug out thinner spare quilts from the hotel cabinets, and spread them on the bed that only had a mattress left.

The black-haired young man then lay down, closed his eyes and continued to rest his mind.

Let's talk about the cleaning tomorrow... Anyway, the hotel proprietress said they will do the cleaning...

"—Help me! Anyone is welcome!"

"Help me... someone is going to kill me!"

Ear-piercing wailing sounded outside the door, and doors were knocked continuously, but most of them didn't respond, so the people who were running and knocking on the door gradually approached, and finally stopped in front of their doors.

"Open the door, please open the door!"

The crying female voice seemed to have walked past 411, and then rang 409, but there was no response, and finally came to 407.

"Dong dong dong."

There were three rhythmic knocks on the door, followed by a female voice who was sobbing on the verge of collapse: "Yes, is anyone there? Someone is going to kill me, please let me hide for a while."

(End of this chapter)