Chapter 872

The hanged ghost looked back sadly. There were several ghosts standing in the same row with him. Why did you choose him.

However, no matter how sad it was, he took a step forward with death at home. His voice was as low as a mosquito and a fly: "Lord, what do you want to do?"

Yan Tao glanced at him and waved in disgust: "go and let him touch."

Huh?

Let him touch? This is what a wonderful request.

However, it's not good for him to be scared. The hanged ghost slowly rubbed against Eric, and he squatted down - come on, touch it.

As soon as he approached, Eric subconsciously took a step back.

Eric's fingers trembled. He was a brave child. He slowly stretched out his hand and fell on the right arm of the Hanging Ghost.

It's like touching a fog.

It is invisible, but you can feel its existence.

Eric also saw a very deep mark on the Hanging Ghost's right arm, which was light gold.

He wriggled his lips and didn't dare to ask. The Hanging Ghost seemed to see his doubts. He carelessly extended his arm to Eric's eyes and said with a sad face: "I accidentally broke into Huaqing campus and cut it off by a Taoist."

"Poor me." the hanged ghost's tone was very sad: "I'm just lost." who knows, they circle the lake when they say they circle it in. Are these overbearing people discriminating against ghosts?

Eric touched the pale gold trace and looked a little surprised: "aren't you cut without entities? Why are you still cut?"

The hanged ghost's tone was sad: "children are more likely to get hurt without entities."

Even a fierce ghost who has practiced for thousands of years will be seriously injured when he meets the weapon designed to overcome Yin ghosts.

Speaking of this, the hanged ghost lowered his tone and pointed to the young man standing with his hands on the other side: "you see, like the Taoist priest, he can kill all the Yin ghosts in our whole area at will, even out of his wits."

Eric's eyes widened in disbelief. He grew up in M country and knew little about these metaphysical things.

The little child looked at the young man leaning against the willow tree, and his eyes were full of worship.

It turned out that the things that frightened him over the years were so insignificant in brother Yan's hands.

It can be completely eliminated easily.

The hanged ghost looked at Eric. He curled his mouth: "kid, do you have anything else to ask?"

That's good. He has become a full-time teacher to answer questions and solve doubts tonight.

Eric looked at the Hanging Ghost with clear big eyes and said, "I want to ask you how long you have been a ghost?"

The eyes of the hanged ghost showed a little confusion. He suddenly smiled, his voice was ethereal, like a rootless duckweed, which has been elusive for more than 50 years.

He committed suicide. When he died, he was very angry. He could not enter reincarnation, but he could not reach the level of fierce ghost.

In the world, decades have passed in a twinkling of an eye.

Eric nodded and smiled sweetly, "thank you, I see."

The Hanging Ghost slowly floated back to the back of the tree trunk. He didn't stand firm yet. He glanced at the young man with a smile and hooked him with his little fingers.

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