This kind of ghost is not a minority.

After Qin Mu saw that the old guy had become like this, he didn't continue to move, but walked around the old guy's soul, and he found that the old guy was very likely to die in this room, so there was no way for it to leave.

"Can you speak?" If this ghost was met in Ningcheng or somewhere, Qin Mu would just let the other party die without saying a word, but this is a psychic town, and seeing a ghost in such a place has to be said to be a more intimate and warm thing.

Because as long as it's a ghost, it's at least very honest, and of course those who already have a certain amount of ghost power don't count. For example, above the ghost general.

Because most of the ghosts under the fierce spirit king will not have complete consciousness, their consciousness only stays in themselves, in that endless resentment, lying is the patent of human beings, but the ghosts are not very good at it.

"Ah...... Yes...... Hurt...... It hurts...... Yes...... Don't kill me...... Don't kill me......" Half of the old lady's body, after making a "ho-ho" sound in mid-air for a long time, finally began to speak like a normal person, but the voice was hoarse and ugly, and even under Qin Mu's thunder and lightning bombardment, a piece of bloodshot and charred black flesh on her face fell down, revealing crooked rotten teeth, and it was even more strange when she spoke.

It's like a leaky bellows.

Qin Mu guessed right, this old guy did die in this house.

The old guy looked quite arrogant at first, ready to tear Qin Mu's throat, and after Qin Mu gave the other party a thunderbolt, this old guy was a lot more honest, no way, most of the ghost qi on his body was directly gone under Qin Mu's blow, can he not be honest?

"How long have you been here?" Qin Mu saw that this thing seemed to have a certain amount of thinking ability, so he interrogated directly, of course, the judge's pen in his hand demonstratively condensed into a thunder talisman in the air, flickering brightly in his hand.

"No...... Know...... "......" the old guy said slowly, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

At first, Qin Mu thought that his injured thunder talisman scared the other party, and immediately took the thunder talisman in his hand farther away, and at this time, the old thing suddenly let out a miserable scream, which startled Qin Mu, and the thunder talisman in his hand was almost thrown directly to the ground.

"Damn, what's it called?" Qin Mu was inexplicable, but what happened next made him puzzled.

I saw that the old lady's body, which was less than half a meter, suddenly began to shrink, as if washing clothes had shrunk, very fast, but between dozens of breaths, it had already become the size of a fist.

The internal organs of the old lady's body had disappeared, as if she had been eaten by something in the air, her whole body shrunk little by little, and a trace of black gas emerged from its body, and like boiling water, it steamed upwards little by little, and when it reached the sky, it all disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The old lady's body was only a quarter of her head, and the half of her cheek, which had not been struck by lightning, had only one eye, one as white as a boiled egg.

The old lady couldn't make a sound, Qin Mu was also at a loss, it was the first time he had seen such a situation, didn't this old guy just let Qin Mu use thunder and lightning to split it, how did it come to this point?

The thunder and lightning just now will not directly make the other party look like this, when Qin Mu released the thunder and lightning, Qin Mu made a certain plan, he already used it slightly, such thunder and lightning, for ordinary souls, will not directly split their souls and scatter them, how can such a powerful ghost level directly shrink.

Qin Mu still has the kung fu to think about it, but the old lady's entire soul has shrunk into a black ball, and at this time, Qin Daguan is really in a hurry, he ignores the death qi that keeps coming out of the ghost's body, and directly goes up to grab the ghost in his hand, tearing it hard.

"You come out for me...... Come out...... You give me ......" Qin Mu tore the small black ball hard, as if tearing like this, the other party would be able to successfully tear out of the black ball.

With a loud "bang", Qin Mu was stunned, the black ball in his hand was still a black ball, and the size of the tennis ball had shrunk from the beginning to the size of a ping pong ball, but the bathroom door was wide open, and the gourd monk fell directly to the ground with a wolf face, and his body was blood-red, as if he had just been soaked in blood water.

"You ......" As soon as Qin Mu said a word, the gourd monk struggled to get up from the ground, and his hand imprinted a blood-red handprint on the edge of the frosted glass bathroom.

Just when Qin Mu was stunned, the small ball the size of a black ping-pong ball in his hand immediately disappeared.

Watching the last trace of black qi rise from his hand, float in mid-air and finally turn into air, Qin Mu was dumbfounded.

"Can you not be so surprised? I'm tired of my brother. "The gourd monk seemed to be really tired, and he walked crookedly, but when this thing walked over, it left behind a shocking blood-colored footprint, which looked extremely terrifying.

"You...... Where did you just come from? This red one can't be your blood, right? Qin Mu couldn't help but ask.

"How is that possible?" The gourd monk smiled self-deprecatingly: "It seems that this hotel is really not clean, it is an old trick, just a bloody shower." The gourd monk said this, hugged the yellow gourd in his hand, patted it and said, "Let my brother clean it up." ”

"Another one in the bathroom?" Qin Mu was amazed, walked to the door of the bathroom and looked around, only to see that the entire bathroom was in a mess, although it was no different from usual, it could be seen from the bloody handprints and bloody footprints all over the ground that there must have been a big battle just now.

"What do you mean there's another one? Did you just meet it? After the gourd monk scrubbed his body with a towel, his face was depressed: "This bath can't be washed, there is a special smell of blood on your body, by the way, don't you know how to draw talismans?" What kind of charm charm do you draw, how about purifying the air? ”

The gourd monk sat on his bed with a sloppy face, and the sheets were covered with blood marks, which looked shocking.

Qin Muleng was stunned, but refused: "No...... Don't. ”

"What? Wouldn't you? "The gourd monk can't understand that Qin Mu obviously has a method once and for all, but it doesn't apply, so he can only guess from the direction where he can't.

"Who wouldn't?" Being questioned like this, Qin Mu's face was a little unbearable: "I just want to use a method to lure out all the ghosts here, it seems that many people have died in this room, aren't you curious?" Qin Mu asked rhetorically.

The gourd monk seemed to feel that Qin Mu's words were very reasonable, and nodded.

"Come on." The gourd monk said this, and a mouthful of yellow gourd was already hugged on his chest, and that posture seemed to be as if Qin Mu was going to fight with the other party immediately once he got it out.