Chapter 212：

It was the nightmare painter in the corridor on the fourth floor just now!

On the ghost of the painted ghost, the rich ghost still hides his face.

The voice of resentment sounded.

"Dare to enter here to spoil my good deeds, and you must be ready to die without a burial place!"

"Humph!"

Ye Fan listened to the immature voice of Painted Skin Ghost.

His eyes sharpened.

Could it be that this nightmare-level painter was also a failure from a student? !

Ghostly riots on the Painted Skin Ghost.

Ye Fan didn't think about it anymore, the underworld tumbling, and the sword light cut off!

bass--

A pair of swords that are the same as practiced, in the air!

Seeing this sharp underworld sword light, the painter roared angrily: "You forced me!"

"Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, Ten Thousand Demons Hengkong!"

"The ancient book of human skin, scattered--"

Following the roar and hiss of the ghost painting, Ye Fan suddenly felt shocked that the air on the entire rooftop seemed to tremble at the same time.

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Chapter 121

"You forced me!"

"Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, Ten Thousand Demons Hengkong!"

The Painted Skin Ghost suddenly roared when he saw the Mingqi Daomang shot from Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's powerful mental power immediately sensed that the air on the top floor of the rooftop trembled slightly.

Shuttle through the void, splitting the dark purple underworld sword light towards the Painted Ghost, as if sunk in the mud.

The momentum of breaking through the sky has become sluggish!

"The ancient book of human skin, scattered--"

The painter yelled again.

I saw that the faintly yellowed human Pigu book in his hand was flipping up and down.

The harder you turn, the more viscous and solidified the surrounding air becomes.

The ghostly spirit like ink on the painted ghost's body is all poured into the ancient book of human skin.

Bang--

Suddenly the man Pi Gushu burst open.

The pages of the yellowed human leather booklet, like a streamer in jet black, swish lasing out!

The blade of Ye Fan was cut to pieces!

At the same time, on each page of these human skin books, there was a roar of different monsters and ghosts.

Under the dark ghost light, every human skin has a hideous and terrifying head of a demon, or a ghost of evil spirits, constantly drilling around!

"Roar--"

"Injustice, I'm so injustice!"

"Living people, there are living people's flesh, I want to eat meat—"

"..."

The noisy, deafening demons and ghosts roared out of the human skin book!

Ye Fan condensed his eyes and looked intently.

I can see that every page of the human skin book contains the monsters and ghosts of the monsters and ghosts.

quickly.

Amidst the endless roars of demons and the howls of ghosts and ghosts, even more shocking changes appeared on these people's leather books.

Half of them fell to the ground and turned into a hundred evil spirits.

There was a fourth-order restricted water ghost with swollen skin and black water in his mouth.

On the pale ghost, there are thorny black tough water plants entwined with each other!

There is a tombstone with a tombstone on his back, his eyes are burning with miserable green ghost fire, and his face is old and shriveled and looks like an old tree bark. The fourth-order restricted tomb ghost!

And there is a sallow and blue color all over the face.

Deep sunken eye sockets.

The ghost pupil is cloudy and yellow.

The skin is like fur and bones, sticking to the body thinly.

The whole body was exuding a yellowish smell of disease and plague.

This is the fourth-order limited-level plague ghost!

...

The rest are all sorts of third-order containment-level evil spirits.

Hundreds of ghosts, headed by these three restricted ghosts, instantly flooded the top floor of the girls' dormitory.

A pair of ghost pupils were firmly locked on Ye Fan, with a look of resentment and disgust towards the living in his eyes.

The other half of the people, Pi Gushu, floated into the air.

The pages of the human leather book shone in black.