This time, the cold hand appeared on the soles of Yan Ning's feet, stroking Yan Ning's soles, and a chilling scene suddenly appeared in Yan Ning's mind: On the bed in a hotel, a child covered in blood was lying on the foot of the bed, his eyes were like copper bells, and he smiled and teased the soles of the people on the bed...

What's even more terrifying is that Yan Ning couldn't help but want to laugh!

"Puff hahaha!"

After holding it in half a minute, Yan Ning couldn't help it anymore, so he kicked out and burst into laughter.

"Damn, what's going on?"

"What's wrong?"

Miao Dabao and Zhuang Xiaoya were immediately awakened. They immediately realized what happened to the little ghost tonight, but the room was pitch black, with only Yan Ning's unconventional laughter, and each person and a cat were immediately unable to figure out the situation.

Yan Ning clearly felt that he had kicked a cold body just now, and knew that it must be the little ghost. So he quickly held back his smile and shouted to Miao Dabao: "Dabao, the little ghost is here! Turn on the lights!"

Miao Dabao slept near the switch, jumped up and turned on the light. Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya sat up and saw it, and were immediately scared and sweated.

I saw a little ghost sitting there in the corner of the wall in front of the window. The little ghost was blue all over, but his face turned black, his eyes were as big as a copper bell, but his terrible red light was shining. His height was only one meter, but his head was twice as big as a normal person. What was even more terrible was that his neck was as thin as a needle. From a distance, the little ghost's body and head seemed to be connected by a long needle!

Miao Dabao took a breath: "Damn it, it's an evil ghost in the needle throat!"

Yan Ning was stunned: "What's the matter?"

"The evil ghost in the needle throat is a kind of ghost in the legendary Hundred Ghost Record. It is said that this ghost is pierced by a needle and thrown into a cesspool. It either endures the pain or starves to death. Most of the poor ghosts are eaten and starved to death... After they starve to death, their resentment will be attached to the needle. The evil people can use this needle to become a ghost... This kind of evil magic is not often used even in the Longevity Sect!"

Yan Ning noticed that Miao Dabao used the word "unconstant", which implied that the Changsheng Sect did have examples of this. At the moment, he felt a bit more hatred for the Changsheng Sect. He couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the little ghost with resentment.

But just as he sighed, the little ghost screamed, suddenly rose up, and rushed towards Zhuang Xiaoya.

Perhaps it felt that the only woman Zhuang Xiaoya was the weakest, so it was the first to come to Zhuang Xiaoya. Yan Ning was about to stop him, but found that Zhuang Xiaoya had already taken action before her.

I heard Zhuang Xiaoya chanting a spell silently, and stretched out her hand, pressing it against the ghost's huge head. Black gas emerged from behind Zhuang Xiaoya, forming ghost hands, tearing the ghost.

The little ghost let out a painful cry, and was still struggling to persevere in the face of Zhuang Xiaoya's ghost control technique.

This was the first time Yan Ning saw Zhuang Xiaoya using ghost control techniques in front of him, so he opened his mouth in surprise. Miao Dabao had seen it before and his reaction was not fierce.

The little ghost's Taoism is not very good, so how can he resist Zhuang Xiaoya's ghost control technique? It moaned in his mouth, and it was almost impossible to resist it.

At this moment, the mutation suddenly broke out, and the little ghost's huge head suddenly exploded, and a green gas visible to the naked eye suddenly soared out of the room, and immediately filled the room. Miao Dabao's face changed, and he jumped out the window and shouted: "This is the feces that the little ghost swallowed before his death. It is not poisonous, but... it is extremely smelly!"

As soon as Zhuang Xiaoya smelled the stinky smell, she couldn't hold on anymore. She rushed into the bathroom with the desire to vomit. Soon, the sound of water splashes came. It was estimated that Zhuang Xiaoya had turned on the shower head and took a shower.

Yan Ning's face changed, and the smell was extremely irritating. Yan Ning was so smelly that he could hardly open his eyes. The little ghost was still standing in the stinking and laughing, just like a child saw something interesting.

"Damn it, I can't bear it anymore!" Yan Ning roared, picked up Ming Po, who was placed at the head of the bed behind him, grabbed the little ghost with one hand, and recited the spell silently. In the blink of an eye, a man and a ghost disappeared into the hotel room.

Inside the Mingpo Sword and in front of the cliff, Yan Ning pulled the little ghost and fell on the cliff with the stinking smell on the cliff.

"Damn, who the hell farts? It's so smelly! San, aren't you?"

"You're just fucking fart, will the ghost fart?"

"Yes, I haven't farted for a thousand years... Hey, the third master is in!"

The vengeful spirits who were practicing in the forest were awakened one after another. Everyone knew that Yan Ning had come in and thought he had brought warmth to everyone again, so they went one after another to gather towards the cliff, but they didn't expect that it was not a treasure that greeted them, but the stench that soared into the sky.

Yan Ning threw the little ghost out, squatted on the ground and retching twice, shouting: "Where is Jin Yang? Where is the old ghost of Jin Yang? Damn, I'm going to be stinking to death!"

The ghosts covered their noses and said, "He is in seclusion. He is at a critical moment recently. Why don't you wake him up?"

"Then you come out quickly and help me take care of this little devil. I will come in after the poison gas dissipates!" Yan Ning said, and jumped off the cliff directly. A golden light flashed and returned to the real world.

The ghosts looked at the needle-throated ghost in front of the cliff and the green poison gas all over his body, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Fortunately, compared with the resentful spirits in the Mingpo Sword, this ghost is simply a witch, so it took less effort to subdue the ghost by everyone.

After Yan Ning returned to reality, the poisonous gas in the room had not yet dissipated, and Miao Dabao ran away directly, while Zhuang Xiaoya was still in the bathroom. Yan Ning held her breath and knocked on the bathroom door hard: "Xiaoya! Open the door quickly, I'm going to be stinking to death..."

"No! You are not allowed to come in! I am not wearing any clothes!" Zhuang Xiaoya locked the door mercilessly.

Yan Ning felt a moment of despair, so he gritted his teeth cruelly, opened the door of the room, and rushed out.

There were still many guests walking around in the hotel corridor. Suddenly, Yan Ning rushed out of the room with a stinking smell, all of whom showed a disgusting expression.

The most important thing is that Yan Ning didn't like to wear clothes when he was sleeping. At this time, he was only wearing a pair of big shorts and stood outside the door.

Facing the sympathetic gazes of everyone, Yan Ning wanted to commit suicide on the spot. He was embarrassed and covered his face and rushed to the elevator entrance. After finally waiting for the elevator, he quickly went downstairs and kicked open Cao Lu's door, and rushed into the bathroom without stopping.

Cao Lu Hao Jian, who was frightened, thought Kang Rongbin had sent someone over again, but found that it was Yan Ning, and couldn't help but ask: "Boss, what's wrong with this... Damn, what's the point!"
Chapter completed!