House Management Chapter 2170: Serial ghosts

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"Pop!"

"There are ghosts! There are ghosts..."

As soon as Zhang Yu reached the fourth floor, he heard a sound of broken glass, followed by Yuan's small scream.

Zhang Yu can hear clearly now, the voice is coming from that room of Zhang Yinling. He rushed to the door of the room in a few steps without knocking, raising his leg and kicking, kicking the door open, and shouting, "It's okay!"

While speaking, Zhang Yu turned on the switch next to the door and the room suddenly brightened. Zhang Yu grabbed it inside in two steps, holding a money sword in his hand, and took a closer look.

This room is very large. There is a big double bed in the room. Yuan Xiaoxiao is curled up on the bed. Zhang Yinling is already standing under the bed. She seems to be holding something with a bell in her palm. In the window on the side, the glass was broken, and the "crack" sound of Xicai was obviously made here.

"Master, ghosts, ghosts..." Yuan Xiaoxiao said in fear when he saw Zhang Yu coming in.

"There are ghosts..." Zhang Yu looked out the window, followed to Zhang Yinling, who was still calm, and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Just..."

Just as Zhang Yinling uttered two words, there was another scream in the courtyard, "Ah..."

It's not hard to hear that this scream was made by a woman.

Zhang Yu couldn't hear whose voice it was, but he could hear the voice extremely miserable.

He was surprised, and he didn't care about taking it down, so he jumped out of the window. The height of the fourth floor, based on Zhang Yu's current cultivation base, was not too high. To be safe, he threw out a violent wind talisman, and Zhang Yu steadily fell to the ground against the rising wind.

Outside the villa is the formation that Zhang Yu arranged during the day. There are stones everywhere here, but it is easy for Zhang Yu to find other people in the formation that he arranged.

He soon noticed that there was someone in the formation. He hurried along the direction. After ten seconds, he could see a man in black lying under a rock in front.

"Who are you, pretending to be a ghost here?" Zhang Yu exclaimed angrily.

He holds the money sword in his hand, as long as the person lying on the ground makes a slight movement, he will directly shoot.

However, after waiting for a while, the person lying down made no sound.

At this distance, there are stones all around, and Zhang Yu can't see what the situation is with the person lying down.

"Don't pretend it!" Zhang Yu yelled from his mouth and raised his hand to play a fire-gathering charm.

With a "poof", a fire talisman fell beside the man in black, and Zhang Yu took another step forward, this time he was finally able to see the face of the man in black.

At this sight, Zhang Yu couldn't help but startled, because he knew the person lying on the ground, isn't it the female foreign devil who can transfer spirits, Paris?

Zhang Yu was surprised, how could Paris come here so well.

"Paris, what are you doing?" Zhang Yu knew that Paris could speak Mandarin, and asked directly.

But Paris didn't say a word, as if she hadn't heard Zhang Yu's words.

Zhang Yu slowly approached Paris, and then found that Paris's face was pale and he was obviously seriously injured.

"How could she get hurt here?" Zhang Yu was astonished again, and grabbed Paris's side in one step.

While guarding carefully, he slowly squatted down, reaching out and grabbing Paris's wrist.

As soon as she grabbed Paris by the wrist, Zhang Yu was surprised again. It turned out that there was an ulcer on Paris's wrist.

Zhang Yu opened Paris's sleeves and looked up again. The **** robe could be mentioned to Lao Gao at once, and everything he saw was ulcerated. In this way, it was no different from the dead bodies that he and Miss Allen saw that evening.

"Who did this? That ghost..." Zhang Yu took a deep breath, and he subconsciously reached out to look at Paris's nose, "Huh?"

Zhang Yu immediately discovered that Paris was not dead and still had a faint breath. Just now because she found that Paris's wrist was ulcerated, Zhang Yu didn't give her pulse. Zhang Yu quickly grabbed her wrist and felt her pulse.

Paris's pulse is extremely weak, and it is estimated that she could lose her life at any time.

At this moment, an unexpected scene happened to Zhang Yu.

Paris's neck was beginning to fester at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye it festered to the chin, followed by lips and cheeks. Look at that, it will soon make the entire face ulcerated.

"Not good!" Zhang Yu instantly realized the seriousness of the situation.

He knew in his heart that if the fester reached his face, Paris would definitely die. And this death will look exactly like the four priests who died in the basement that night.

Now is the only chance to go to Paris. Zhang Yu didn't think much about it. He directly drew out two evil charms. After the "pupu" was lit, one was immediately attached to Paris's chin.

With a "chih", when Fu Hui touched the festering place, a blue smoke appeared.

Zhang Yu immediately opened Paris's mouth and stuffed another handful of talisman ash into Paris's mouth.

Paris has no consciousness at all now, even if Fu Hui is stuffed into her mouth, she can't swallow it. The evil charm just barely slowed the speed of the fester, and Paris's cheeks were already rotten. If you don't let Paris swallow the ashes immediately, I'm afraid she will definitely die.

In fact, Paris is pretty, but she looks like this now, almost like a ghost. Zhang Yu didn't care about so much, so he gritted his teeth and simply blocked Paris's mouth with his own mouth, and helped Paris to smooth Fu Hui with his tongue.

"Uh..."

Only after Fu Hui went, Paris couldn't help groaning, and opened her closed eyes slowly.

The reason why it is so fast is that the effect of Fu Hui is obvious, and the second is that Paris is too painful.

Hearing Paris's voice, Zhang Yu hurriedly raised his head. Seeing Paris opening his eyes, Zhang Yu asked: "You are all right."

"It hurts...my body...it hurts..." Paris said weakly.

"It's good to know that it hurts..." Zhang Yu comforted: "This shows that there will be no life-threatening, by the way...How could you become like this... "

"I..."

Paris was about to answer Zhang Yu's words, but there was an urgent shout in the villa, "It's on fire!" "It's not good, it's on fire!"...

When he heard that the villa was on fire, Zhang Yu was shocked again. There were too many things tonight, and it was too weird.

Zhang Yu hurried in deliberately, and worried about the danger of Paris underground. After all, Paris’s tricks were exactly the same as those of the four dead priests, that is to say, she had seen the murderer.

Just now, Zhang Yu didn't have time to ask, he suddenly hugged Paris on the ground, and said: "I'll go to fight the fire first, you shouldn't be in danger of life now, let's talk about it later. "

While speaking, Zhang Yu has already rushed towards the villa.

"Hmm." Paris replied softly, with a painful expression on her face, but she still gritted her teeth without screaming.

Zhang Yu followed the routine and quickly came to the door of the villa. He lifted his leg and kicked the door, shouting: "Open the door! Open the door! It's me! Open the door!"

Soon, after hearing a "click", the door of the villa opened.

It was Yin Shangjie who opened the door. He saw Zhang Yu coming in from outside with a foreign woman in his arms, and said in wonder: "Master, this is..."

"What happened, where is the fire?" Zhang Yu said as he entered the villa.

He can smell the smoke, and even see the smoke.

"The basement is on fire, and the big guy is fighting the fire." Yin Shangjie said.

"I'm coming!" Zhang Yu rushed to the large living room, put Paris on the sofa, and ran towards the basement.

There are already many disciples gathered on the first floor. Although they are all busy fighting the fire, they are somewhat chaotic. Fortunately, there are fire extinguishers in such a big villa. When Zhang Yu rushed to the basement, he saw several disciples such as Zhang Qingfeng and Qing Meizi. Some were holding fire extinguishers, and some were holding gourds capable of exhaling cold air. Holding a bucket is fighting the fire.

The fire was in the home theater in the basement. The fire had been controlled, but the smoke was so big that it was billowing thick smoke. Otherwise, the above would not be so messy, I don't know, I thought it was so hot.

There is little mess in the theater. Some of the oil paintings and one on the floor have been burned, and some are burnt to coke. Most of the sofas in the theater have been burnt down.

"Ahem, ahem..." "Ahem, ahem..." "Ahem, ahem..."...

One by one, the disciples were so confused that they kept coughing.

In many cases of fire, although the fire is strong, it may not be able to burn people to death, because people will hide in places where there is no burning. The real threat often comes from dense smoke. Inhaling a large amount of dense smoke can suffocate people to death.

Seeing the smoke is so big, Zhang Yu quickly shouted: "Everyone, go up, don't stay below!"

When he heard him yelling like this, everyone ran out, clutching their noses.

In the basement, it does not mean that it is completely enclosed. Nowadays, the basement of the villa not only has an air duct, but also has a basement sun room. That is, there is glass all around, and a space is dug outside, and glass is installed on it for ventilation.

In the basement here, even more so. On the walls inside the theater, curtains are hung, behind the curtains is glass.

After everyone left, Zhang Yu directly urged the money sword to beat the glass in front of it to pieces. Immediately afterwards, he took out the wind talisman and threw it inside. The gusts of wind blew the thick smoke outside.

The smoke here is too heavy, and I want to blow it away, not so fast.

Zhang Yu didn't want to be smoked below, and then he went up the stairs, and then blocked the entrance of the stairs with the wind charm to let the wind blow down.

In the large living room, the disciples opened all the windows, so the smell of smoke is also very heavy.

Zhang Yu took out the Gale Talisman again, and blew out the thick smoke in the living room, so that everyone could take a few breaths.

"Master, how could the basement catch fire suddenly? Did the Catholics calculate us?" Zhang Qingfeng, who was relieved, said with some worry.

Everyone also felt that the fire was strange. After hearing this, they all nodded and said: "Yes, it must be a Catholic." "The last time they were in Sanqing, they thought Set fire to us." "Unexpectedly, when they came here, they would still play such tricks." "Then what shall we do?"...

"It doesn't have to be a Catholic person!" Zhang Yu said sternly before the disciples finished their discussion.

"Who else could it be?" "Yes, who else would it be besides them?"...They didn't know a series of things that happened in Jill Manor, so in their opinion, except There can be no other people besides the Catholics.

"There are ghosts...here are ghosts..." Suddenly, a quiet voice sounded.

Although the sound was not loud, everyone heard clearly and looked at the source of the sound together.

I saw Yuan Xiaoxiao, Zhang Yinling, Zhu Jiuzhen and Wang Chunlan standing upstairs stairs. The person who said this was Yuan Xiaoxiao.

"Senior Sister, what did you say? There are ghosts, real or fake?" "How could there be ghosts?" "Don't scare us, okay."...The disciples heard Yuan Xiaoxiao If you do, you can't help but become nervous.

It's on fire again, and it's haunted again, which is too scary.

Zhang Yu can see that the disciples are now surrounded by an atmosphere of terror.

He calmly said: "Don't be afraid, everyone, there are so many ghosts in this world. Have you ever seen a ghost break the glass when running away!"

"Break the glass?" "What do you mean?" "I seem to hear the sound of broken glass."...Everyone murmured again.

"Be quiet!" Zhang Yu screamed.

Zhang Yu has always been easy-going, and he hardly loses his temper with his disciples. Now the sudden voice shocked everyone, and none of them dared to speak out again.

"Now we are being tricked, but the opponent can never be a ghost." Zhang Yu said solemnly and confidently.

After speaking, he walked to the stairs, in front of Yuan Xiaoxiao, and said: "Xiaoxiao, when I heard your screaming at night, I went straight downstairs and rushed over. When I went downstairs, I heard The sound of broken windows. When I entered your room, you said there was a ghost, but the glass was broken. I didn’t have time to ask you what happened. Now you tell me what happened and I saw it again. What."

"I saw a ghost...It's really a ghost, so scary..." Yuan Xiaoxiao said timidly.

Looking at her appearance, it is obvious that she has lingering fears.

Seeing that she was so afraid, Zhang Yinling couldn't help saying: "What's the big deal about ghosts or ghosts, it's not broken. But according to my opinion, 80% of them are people. Just like Zhang Yu said, if it's a ghost, If you do, can you break the window and escape..."

"But... the ghost looks terrible. His eyes are red, his face is white or white, showing a pair of fangs... When I opened my eyes, Just watch him stare at me like this, as if to eat me..."

"What about after that?" Zhang Yu asked again.

The eyes of Zhang Qingfeng and others are all focused on Yuan Xiaoxiao, and they want to know what happened, and by the way, judge whether the person is a ghost or not.

But after listening to what Zhang Yu and Zhang Yinling said, they faintly felt that they were really not ghosts.

"As soon as I saw him, I couldn't help but screamed. Yinling slept with me on the same bed tonight. After she saw the ghost, she immediately threw something out, like a net. The net suddenly covered the ghost, but never thought that a white light appeared on the ghost's body, and the net bounced back. The ghost seemed to be frightened, and then jumped out of the window and ran away..." Yuan Xiao Xiao said as he recalled.

"Net...white light..."...Everyone dared not speak loudly, but they couldn't help muttering in a low voice. Their eyes fell on Zhang Yinling unconsciously. Body.