C130 (1/2)

I took a deep breath and said firmly, ”Come on, let's go back. If we see that ghost again, we'll kill him!”

Sea Wolf nodded and said, ”That's right.”

I then said, ”In a while, you will attack. In any case, you won't die, so you won't die even if he hits you. Cheer him up and be brave!”

Hai Lang immediately became displeased and said, ”Why is it that I'm the only one doing it? Why can't you do it?”

Embarrassed, I smiled bitterly and immediately pretended to look down on him. ”Tsk! You still say that you, the Skeleton Man, aren't dead, and you're still so cowardly. Do you think you're worthy of your height?”

”En...” ”But, what does not death have to do with cowardice? Also, what does this have to do with my height?”

When I heard that, I almost fell and said to him, ”When we meet later, you will lead the way and go kill him. As for me, at the back, when the ghost isn't paying attention, I will stab him. Hehe, I don't believe that he won't die just like that.”

”But we don't have a knife. How do we stab him?”

I was even more speechless. I sighed and scolded loudly, ”Damn, this is just a metaphor. Do you understand? ”I don't have a blade, but I know how to ward off evil. When the time comes, I will use the Evil Warding Book to attack him. I will definitely be able to kill him!”

After saying this, even I felt that it made sense. Thus, the two of us decided to regroup and head back inside.

Now that we had an oil lamp in our hands, we could see the road and it was much easier to walk without having to be afraid of stepping on a snake trap or something.

Soon, we arrived at the same place as before.

At this moment, the ghost with an arrow stuck in its throat disappeared.

I snatched the oil lamp from Hai Lang's hands and looked around. However, I still couldn't find any trace of the ghost. Did the ghost escape? ”

Sea Wolf immediately scolded, ”It's us who's running away! Fine, how could he have escaped?”

I said, ”That's right. Why is it gone?”

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came from the air. ”Are you guys looking for me?”

This sound was slow, hoarse, and extremely strange. It sounded like the tongue of a poisonous snake or the tail of a scorpion.

I was immediately stunned. My little heart started racing like a cow with a burning tail, as though it was about to jump out of my throat.

Then the voice said slowly, ”Look up.”

Before I could raise my head, a drop of cold liquid dripped down from the top and onto my face. I touched my face with my hand, and when I looked at my hand again, I was immediately stunned.

Drip! Drip! ”Drip, drip …”

Drip by drip onto my nose, drip by drip into my eyes!

I closed my eyes reflexively and waved my hands desperately before I could even scream. I grabbed the bloody arrow and pulled it off.

I opened my eyes and saw the ghost struggling on the ground. With such a good opportunity, I couldn't miss it. I shouted to the Sea Wolf, ”Get him!” As he spoke, he lifted his foot and kicked the ghost to death.

When the Sea Wolf saw me kicking so hard, the ghost cried out miserably. He hesitated for a second, then ran up to me and kicked with his foot.

However, his kick missed, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

”What's going on? Why can't I kick it? ” Puzzled, Sea Wolf lifted his leg and kicked, but it failed.

I looked and saw that the moment Sea Wolf's foot made contact with that ghost's body, it seemed as though it had stepped on air and disappeared, stepping on empty air.

I was puzzled as well. ”I can kick him, but why can't you?” After saying that, I kicked the ghost a few more times. ”Bang!” A muffled sound was produced as the ghost let out a heart-wrenching scream.

When the Sea Wolf saw that I could hit him, he became even more confused and tried to kick him again, but in the end, I failed.

At this time, the ghost could no longer endure any longer and shot out, shouting loudly, ”You bastards! Don't use me as a test subject, alright? It's not fun at all!”

I wasn't so afraid now, because the ghost in front of me looked as though he deserved to be the ghost, but his power was as weak as a drunk's.

That ghost coldly snorted and said, ”Why did you kick me? I was kind enough to give you oil lamps!”

It was a hoarse, gruesome voice, and we would have been afraid to listen to it, but the sound of it, combined with the tone of his child's voice, made it seem as if he had lost all its sweetness, and it was replaced with a funny feeling.

We all looked at him with wide eyes and said nothing, and then the ghost pushed back the arrow I had pulled out, and then smeared his face with the blood that had oozed out of his neck, making him look even more disgusting and horrifying, and then he said, ”Did you see the ghost or not run away and beat him? Have you never thought that ghosts can also be divided into good and bad? ”