After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 297: Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night 8
The light gradually receded, and in the end it was only slightly brighter than the other little paper figurines.

Only then did Xiao Lu let go of his hand slowly.

Freed, the little paper figurines immediately ran away from Xiao Lu's palm, and climbed onto the laps of other little paper figurines lying on their stomachs, dancing and dancing, as if they were describing something.

With this group of little paper figurines, the dignified atmosphere seemed to improve. She shrank her feet, and a cold breath slowly permeated from the ground.

I didn't notice it before, but now she shrank her arms and legs in the cold, and she shrank into a small ball.

Leaning against Shen Yanjin's side, with his back against the cold wall, he began to miss the warmth of lying in someone's arms.

With her head resting on the other uninjured arm, she turned her face to look at Shen Yanjin who was in a coma and deep sleep.

The voice was extremely soft: "The eye sockets are so dark, did you not sleep well?"

As soon as the murmur-like tone came out, she suddenly froze, why did she express the ambiguous feeling when she said something?

Xiao Lu slapped his face, changed his posture and turned his face away.

No longer staring at Shen Yanjin.

But when she changed her movements, a strand of hair tied into a twist hung down in front of her eyes, and it was printed in her eyes.

Xiao Lu immediately jumped up.

Because the action was too intense, the wound on her body was pulled, causing her to grin her teeth in pain, and the tips of her delicate brows were wrinkled into the shape of a small mountain peak.

She raised her head slowly, her eyes slowly moved up, and then... her eyes were imprinted on a faceless woman, her long hair was hanging down on both sides of the wall, covering the whole wall with rustling, except for her. The place where she and Shen Yanjin leaned against each other was covered with dense hair.

It's black and bright.

Long and thin.

Xiao Lu was terrified, and regardless of the wound on his body, he picked up Shen Yanjin and wanted to drag him away.

And the faceless girl seemed to realize that she had found herself, her dense hair squirmed and rushed towards her one by one.

Xiao Lu cursed and dragged Shen Yanjin away from the wall, because it was inconvenient to move, she simply bent down, put one hand on her back and the other on her knees, and hugged her in her arms like a princess.

"Hiss..." Excessive pulling on the wound caused another low-pitched moan.

The little paper figurine quickly stood by her feet, making a protective movement.

But Xiao Lu knew that this faceless girl was more powerful than the previous ghost, otherwise she would not have escaped the vigilance of the little paper figurine and her.

The slender black hair squirmed and crawled over, just as it ran in front of the little paper figurine, it was cut off by bursts of lightning.

Not long after, the entire small courtyard was almost covered with black hair, except for the plot centered on Xiao Lun, which was relatively clean.

The hair was chopped off, and the faceless girl didn't show any pained expression.

It can be seen that these dense hairs are the weapons of the faceless woman, not a part of the body, even if they are cut off thousands of times, they will grow back again.

Xiao Lu clenched his teeth, and suddenly clenched Shen Yanjin's hand, with a dignified expression.

She was holding a person, and it was difficult to use the talisman paper, so she could only try to use spiritual power to activate the talisman.

Yellow talisman papers floated out from her cuff, floating in front of her one by one.

In just a few seconds, hundreds of talismans pressed down on the faceless female ghost like a net from heaven and earth.

The light from the talisman is pure and bright.

It reflected the entire figure of the faceless woman climbing on the wall.

After Xiao Lu saw the faceless woman's body through the slit of the talisman, his eyebrows frowned even more.

This faceless woman has no hands or feet, only the upper body, and the upper body is naked except for a bunch of black hair wrapped around the chest.

His fair skin looked like it had been soaked in an ice spring for a long time, without any color.

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(End of this chapter)