Chapter 155, Stitched Ghost Yang Jian shook his head. The ghost in his body did not feel any terrible restlessness. This room was Room 13, Xiong Wenwen was trembling all over, fearing that a ghost would emerge from the darkness and eat him alive. Inside the room, there were stiff people lying on the bed, on the floor, or on the cabinet. They were scattered all over the place, like garbage, piled up here. They are of different sizes and genders. But the only thing in common is that their faces are flat. They have no faces, no eyes, no noses, no mouths, not even one. Their faces were taken away. Seeing this scene, Xiong Wenwen's expression was distorted with fear. The smell of decay spread in the air. These bodies were already dead, and the dead bodies began to swell and stink. Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes and looked at the corpses piled up all around him. Yunming glanced around. Suddenly, countless hands stretched out from the door that had not yet been closed. The speed was so fast that before anyone could react, countless hands had already grabbed Yun Ming.
These hands are put together and spread out in all directions, layer after layer, like blooming flowers. Each layer of flowers is so weird and terrifying. When someone falls in the center of the flower, the flower will close instantly, just like a carnivorous plant. Yun Ming did not struggle. He was buried by countless hands. His nose was covered by hands, his eyes were covered by hands, and countless hands tried to pry open Yun Ming's mouth and get in. Two more fingers were inserted into Yunming's nostrils. "It's too much!" Yun Ming felt that these densely packed ghost hands were quite excessive, and suddenly his second brother felt uncomfortable. "Oh my god, where are you touching?" Yun Ming has a golden body, and these ghost hands can only use physical attacks. The supernatural power cannot penetrate the golden film covering Yun Ming's body. However, for convenience, Yun Ming usually softens the golden film to make it elastic. In other words, the feeling transmitted by touching the golden film is like touching Yunming's body, and Yunming can also clearly feel the touch. Now countless hands are caressing his body, but they cannot tear off the golden film on his body. The dense ghost hands holding Yun Ming gradually disappeared, trying to enter the deeper ghost realm. Among the evil ghosts, the real bodies of some ghosts are in the deep ghost realm and will only appear in the real world when attacking. This densely packed ghost hand is just such a ghost. Once it catches its prey, it will drag it into its own ghost domain, then trap it to death and eat it. "Ugh, goose goose goose!!!" Countless faces emerged from the center of the ghost-hand-shaped flower. They surged forward to form heads, and densely packed heads were embedded in the pistil. Yun Ming turned around and saw this scene, and then the corners of his mouth twitched. "This is really challenging your physical limits! It's so ugly." Yun Ming's figure began to disappear strangely, and the arm that was holding him went straight through his body. Weird and incomprehensible, Yun Ming's body entered a state of non-existence, and then reappeared next to the densely packed ghost hands.
At this time, Yun Ming had already arrived at the corridor, and the ghost hand had just dragged it out of the house. After seeing the appearance of the ghost hand clearly, Yun Ming said with some disgust. "Where did this stitched monster come from?" This is a stitched ghost, with countless bodies stitched together in a haphazard manner, and hands or legs growing on each part. Most of the hands are on the upper body, and these hands are densely packed together to form a flower with a human head growing in the middle of the flower. This appearance greatly challenges people's physiological limits and cognition. It's like a monster made up of countless body parts. Every time this stitched ghost moves, it leaves dense handprints and footprints on the ground. This should be a ghost that escaped from the ghost cage. Yang Jian poked his head out from the door. He looked at the stitched ghost with a very cold expression, and a faint red light emanated from his eyes. "Yunming, are you okay?" "It's okay. This kind of direct harm ghost can't hurt me. It's just that being touched by so many hands makes me feel unclean." Yunming's tone was relaxed and he was in the mood to joke. Xiong Wenwen covered his eyes and dared not look at the stitched ghost. As a child whose hair had not yet fully grown, he could not afford to see anything too bloody. "Xiao Yang, do you need me to use the power of ghosts?" Yang Jian shook his head. "Not for now, Yunming should be able to handle it." The ghost did not stay for too long. It had no emotions, only a pattern of killing. It wandered around and killed people, and would kill whoever triggered the pattern. Yun Ming didn't know why he was attacked. It was most likely that he violated the killing pattern. The killing patterns of ghosts were strange and varied. Yun Ming was too lazy to analyze the killing pattern of this stitched ghost. "Take a shot from me!" Let’s take a shot first. Yun Ming clenched his right hand, and a pitch-black ghost spear appeared. Then, without saying a word, he threw it out. The powerful force pushed the ghost gun forward like a cannonball. A dark shadow flashed by! The ghost gun is too fast. The Stitched Ghost had no time to dodge. boom! The ghost gun directly penetrated the stitched ghost. All kinds of human tissues on the stitched ghost's body exploded instantly, and countless black corpse fluids sprayed out in all directions. It burst. "Oops! I think I used too much force." The ghost gun kept rushing forward and disappeared when it was about to touch the ghost wall of the haunted land of Caesar Hotel.
"It was a close call. We almost exposed the mysterious place in Caesar Hotel." The ghost gun appeared in Yun Ming's hand again, with a few drops of unknown black liquid dripping from the tip of the gun. Not far away, the body of the Stitched Ghost, which had been blown into pieces, gradually disappeared. Ghosts never die. "Ghost slave?" Yun Ming said softly that the previous attack made him see through the true nature of the Stitched Ghost. The Stitched Ghost should be just a normal ghost at first, and then every time it kills someone it will sew the person it kills onto its own body. Every time it kills a person the Stitched Ghost will become more terrifying. The more people it kills, the more it will sew, and the more terrifying it will be. Now that the Stitched Ghost has been punctured, the terror level has plummeted. "He ran away. No, he should have entered the deep ghost realm." A bloody handprint suddenly appeared on the wall, followed by dense bloody handprints, as well as bloody faces and footprints. Dense red marks rushed towards Yunming along the wall, and the stitched ghost was ready to attack Yunming again. "This ghost is now in the deep ghost realm, not in the real world. Unless I also enter the deep ghost realm, I can't pin it down." Yun Ming looked at the red mark that was getting closer and closer, without any panic on his face. "Do you think I can't hit you just because we're not in the real world?" (End of this chapter)
