Infinite flow: I have a trick! I have a trick for fighting ghosts

"Mom... I want to go home..." Li Mingjie murmured to himself, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Outside the door, the woman's head was almost completely chopped off, with only a thin layer of skin and flesh connecting it.

Thick tears of blood slowly flowed from the gray eyes on the handsome face, and it seemed as if the blood would never stop flowing.

Almost the moment they saw the woman's face, they realized she wasn't Zhu Sisi at all! If she wasn't Zhu Sisi, who was she?!

Is there anything else in this Qiao residence? ...

The umbrella in the woman's hand suddenly disappeared from her hand, and the next moment, she appeared in the ancestral hall without any warning.

The umbrella hung in the air, emitting starlight like ghost fire, flickering, as if summoning some evil existence.

The woman was crying, her cry was sad and mournful, and she raised her pale and slender hands and knocked on the dark door "bang bang bang".

Every blow was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, making their hearts almost jump out of their throats.

The woman's shaky head was pressed against the opening in the door, and her broken neck revealed white bones and dark red flesh, emitting a disgusting stench of decay and blood.

The woman sounded like she was crying, but she had a creepy smile on her face.

The corners of his mouth stretched to an exaggerated angle.

The white and bloody eyes stared at everyone, and their eyes were full of hatred, resentment and endless madness.

The sturdy door seemed like paper in the woman's hands and was about to collapse.

After the spirit tablet exploded to a person named Qiao Qiancheng, everything suddenly and strangely stopped.

Wang Jiaxue, who was closest to the inside, discovered that blood beads were slowly emerging from the spirit tablet of Qiao Qiancheng.

On the woman's pretty head, tears flowed even more violently like a flood bursting through a dam. The tears of blood seemed endless, flowing freely on her pale face.

The force with which she banged on the door became greater and greater, and the door made a loud rumbling sound, as if it would be completely broken by the woman's violence in the next moment.

"Hurry up, hurry up, what are you doing? Put out the candles." Zhang Jiaqiao reminded anxiously.

Everyone suddenly woke up from their dream and picked up the candles on the table.

However, there were only four candles, but there were five of them.

The three men naturally picked up the candles without hesitation. Among the remaining two girls, Jiali was already holding a candle, and the last one left was naturally Wang Jiaxue.

"Wen Zishang, give your lighter to Wang Jiaxue. Wang Jiaxue, you will be responsible for lighting the extinguished candles. You will light the candle wherever it is extinguished." Zhang Jiaqiao said quickly, his tone hurried and nervous.

"Hello, hello... Who wants to switch with me?" Li Mingjie said tremblingly. Under his candle was written the word "Jian", which happened to be the photo of Qiao Jianwei closest to the door.

"It can't be changed. Old Li wishes you good luck. If you die, we will first understand your next situation, and then wait for the death reversal to resurrect you."

Wen Zishang stood under Qiao Zhen's portrait with a candle in his hand. Although he tried to sound calm, one could still hear the trembling in his voice.

Li Mingjie looked at everyone in despair and found that except for Wang Jiaxue who was holding a lighter in the middle, everyone else was standing under the corresponding portrait on their candles.

Li Mingjie was desperate. If he went to the portrait of Qiao Jianwei, he would be very close to the woman outside the door. Who knew if the woman would go crazy and break the door down.

If he was the first one to die...

"Old Li, go quickly!" Wen Zishang was still watching the fun without thinking about the trouble.

He was not worried about death or anything like that. In his opinion, as long as Shangguan Qingye was there, he could be reborn even if he died.

Li Mingjie stood there, his body trembling slightly, his face as pale as paper.

He looked at Wen Zishang's nonchalant expression, and a feeling of anger and helplessness welled up in his heart.

Li Mingjie swallowed hard, his eyes looking in horror at the rumbling door and the extremely terrifying woman's head behind the door.

He hesitated and moved forward very slowly. Now everyone was waiting for him anxiously, and the door obviously could not hold out for much longer and could break completely at any time under the woman's violent beating.

"Wow, my mom, my dad, my grandpa and grandma..."

Li Mingjie held a candle and muttered to himself, his voice full of despair and pleading.

As he muttered, he quickened his pace and approached Qiao Jianwei's portrait.

The closer he got to the door, the more he felt his hair stand on end. The woman's gray eyeballs moved slightly, and her empty eyes instantly looked at Li Mingjie.

"Zi Tsk, don't do this, I'm scared."

Li Mingjie mumbled to himself, his voice trembling so much that it was almost out of tune.

The woman's crying gradually became louder, and the shrill voice seemed to penetrate people's souls.

Suddenly, a pale and slender hand quickly stretched out from the opening of the door. The hand was like a claw from hell and grabbed Li Mingjie.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Zitze, don't be like that. Let's talk it out."

Li Mingjie was so frightened by the sudden touch that he almost lost his soul. He struggled desperately, his face full of fear and despair.

"Purple, please don't do this. Please."

Li Mingjie placed the candle on the black plate with trembling hands, and then tightly grasped the pale fingers that were holding him.

The woman's head was full of horror and hideousness, and the horrific appearance was terrifying.

The door was still banging, as if it would be knocked open at any time, and the woman's hand had already reached into the door and grabbed Li Mingjie tightly.

"Don't be so purple~"

"Zi Tsk~ I was really wrong, so wrong."

As he spoke, he used all his strength to pry open the woman's wrist that was tightly grasping his wrist, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Zi, a forced melon is not sweet."

Li Mingjie's face was pale and he was still talking nonsense, trying to ease his inner fear.

His voice and the female ghost's crying intertwined, echoing in this gloomy ancestral hall. For some reason, the atmosphere suddenly became a little funny.

"Crack", the sound of bones breaking was heard.

"Oh my god! Wait! Wait! Zitui, why are your hands so fragile?"

Li Mingjie cried out in horror, his eyes full of panic.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Zitie, I was wrong." He kept apologizing, sweating profusely as he pried the female ghost's fingers apart one by one.

After Li Mingjie had taken great pains to completely pry the woman's hands apart, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

However, as soon as he raised his head, he instantly met the female ghost's resentful gaze.

The female ghost looked as if she felt she was being harassed through the door panel...

"Zi Tsk, I was wrong, so wrong."

Li Mingjie avoided the woman's gaze, not daring to meet her gaze, and cold sweat poured down like a waterfall.