Chapter 8

Seeing that the shameless ghost was about to rush out, I turned around and ran to the direction of the stairway. The voice control light in the corridor turned on and off, turned off and on again in my disordered footsteps.

Clearly and secretly, that twisted body has broken the bedroom door, quickly toward the direction of my running quickly climbed over.

What should I do? What do I have to do to get rid of this shameless girl! I kept asking myself this question in my mind, but my body instinctively rushed down the stairs and ran downstairs.

"Putong Putong..."

The voice behind me moved to me quickly from far to near. More and more clear voice told me that she was very close to me. Thinking about it, she couldn't help but tighten her heart and quicken her pace.

"Whoosh"

A wisp of hair wiped my side face and flew over. I felt a pain in my cheek. I subconsciously reached out and touched it. Then I found that there was a lot of blood flowing from the cut.

Regardless of the pain, I tried my best to run downstairs. There was only one idea in my heart. If I left the dormitory building, maybe I would have a ray of life!

"Creak - creak -" the ghost baby began to shout uneasily in my arms. Before I could react, he felt that his back sank, so he rushed forward, rolled several steps in a row and hit the ground.

"Ah..." I closed my eyes tightly and couldn't speak because of the pain.

"Whoosh... Whoosh..."

A strange voice from the deep of my throat sounded on my head. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the twisted body of the faceless female ghost was pressing on me, and the whiteboard like face was gradually getting closer to my face. Such a close distance magnified the smell of her body infinitely, and the blood was dripping on my face along the thick hair, drop by drop.

"Give me your face... Give me your face... Give me... Face... Give me..."

The faceless ghost lowered her head and kept moaning from the bottom of her throat.

Time seems to be static at this moment, I even forget to breathe, open eyes staring at her, the atmosphere dare not out.

"Give me your face..."

The faceless female ghost has been repeating this sentence, and soon I saw that the face that was originally like a whiteboard gradually emerged with fuzzy facial features. As the facial features became more and more clear and three-dimensional, I was shocked to find that it was actually my own face.

"No!"

I yelled and instinctively reached out to push the faceless female ghost. When my bloody hand touched the body of the faceless female ghost, the female ghost made a strange scream and jumped away from my body. The place where my hand touched was still burning white smoke. The face that had already appeared facial features was white again.

I looked at my hand by accident. Is she afraid of my blood? Thinking of this, I bravely drew the bloody hand toward the shameless Ghost a few times. Sure enough, she reacted violently and stepped back a few strides.

"Miller... Didn't you say you met a baby spirit? How could she be a shameless woman A sudden female voice broke the silence.

Hearing Zuo Xintong's voice, I was inexplicably relieved. It was like a boat floating on the sea had finally found a harbor to rely on.

However, there seems to be something wrong!

"Zuo Xintong, you can see ghosts!" I stare at Zuo Xintong who is walking towards me in surprise.

"Because I grew up with Yin and Yang eyes." Zuo Xintong said that he had come to me, and then he took down a delicate brocade bag from his neck and made a gesture to the shameless female ghost.

Seeing the brocade bag, the shameless ghost turned and ran without any stop.

"The talisman of master chiwu's painting is really easy to use." Zuo Xintong said, wearing the brocade bag back to his neck, then reached out and poked the ghost baby in my arms, "is this the baby spirit you picked up?"

"Zhizhi --" the baby kid who was poked in the forehead bared his teeth to Zuo Xintong.

"He's got a big temper." Zuo Xintong snorted coldly, then looked at the surrounding environment, looked at me with rare admiration, and said: "I say you are brave, and dare to live in the dormitory building alone."

"Ah, it's a long story. Let's go back to the dormitory. I'll tell you slowly." I struggled to get up from the ground. I just rolled down the stairs and fell all over my body. This elder sister didn't even help me. Are we really friends?