C4 Headless ghost

Bald man grabbed my collar and pressed me to the ground with his butt. Very quickly, three burly men walked over.

The Bald man who was pressing down on him said loudly, "Brat, you're quite bold, even daring to cause trouble on my, Wang Meng's, territory."

"There's a ghost in your store. I'm here to catch a ghost, not to cause trouble." I explained.

When Wang Meng heard this, he became even angrier. He turned me over and slapped me again and again, until golden stars appeared in my eyes.

Wang Meng said sinisterly: "You still dare to speak such nonsense, I think you're the real ghost!" He hammered me in the stomach again.

My stomach ached and I almost vomited for dinner.

Wang Meng pulled the backpack on my back and took out the flashlight, talisman paper, yellow cloth and three black jars.

"What is this?" Wang Meng pulled at my hair and asked.

"If I said it was filled with ghosts, would you believe me?" I knew that no matter what I said, a beating was inevitable.

Sure enough, after Wang Meng finished listening, he grabbed my hair and smashed my head onto the ground, "Bang!" The pain was secondary, the dizziness was really severe.

Wang Meng cursed out loud, smashing the black jars one by one, "Kid, in the future, you won't be able to do it anymore."

I did not say anything, because just as the jar was about to shatter, I saw the headless man transform into a cloud of black Qi and enter Wang Meng's body.

Suddenly, Wang Meng took out a machete that was wrapped in newspaper and stared at me blankly.

My heart went numb. Could this Wang Meng have suddenly gone crazy and killed me with one slash?

I crawled on the ground, fighting the pain, trying to stay away from him.

"You still dare to move?" Wang Meng's little brother walked over and stepped on my body.

Just then, Wang Meng's eyes became dull, he placed the blade on his own neck, and started to cut like he was sawing wood.

"Brother Wang, what are you doing?" Wang Meng's little brother ran over from my side, trying to snatch the blade from Wang Meng's hands.

Until the blood flowed out, Wang Meng's group of three were still unable to snatch the blade from Wang Meng's hands, and could only watch as he cut open the throat, causing large amounts of blood to spurt out.

"Second fool, hurry up and put down Brother Wang." Wang Meng s little brother said anxiously.

Just as Second Idiot used his hands to break Wang Meng's legs, Wang Meng's head fell right in front of him.

Even though they had experienced many bloody battles, they were still frightened to the point of squatting on the ground when they encountered such a strange event, and their faces were completely devoid of color.

Wang Meng stood on the street without a head, a large amount of blood trickling down his neck, his body dyed red.

At this time, I had also recovered some of my strength. Seeing Wang Meng's body facing me, I picked up the yellow cloth from the ground in front of me to protect myself.

If I let that headless ghost get into my body, I would lose my life here.

My guess was quickly verified as a black shadow flashed, and the headless ghost came out of Wang Meng's body and rushed towards my chest.

But my chest was protected by a yellow cloth, and the headless ghost did not penetrate me, as if it had hit a steel wall.

I took the opportunity to retract the yellow cloth. I squeezed the headless ghost into a ball of air and wrapped it around the yellow cloth.

Seeing that Wang Meng's attention was not on me, I picked up my backpack and ran.

Along the way, the yellow cloth in my hands continuously struggled. I couldn't help but tighten my grip to prevent the headless ghost from escaping.

Inside the coffin shop, Old Man Sun looked at my colorful face carefully. "Doesn't this look like I was beaten up by some dirty stuff?"

I pointed to the right hand holding the yellow cloth and said, "Get the jar over here. It feels like it's about to come out."

Only after Old Man Sun took the yellow cloth and headed to the back of the house did I calm down.

Holding it in his hand was like holding a ticking time bomb.

Not long later, the Old Man Sun looked at me and asked, "What happened?"

I told him everything that had happened in Linnaeus Street.

"This headless ghost is definitely a vile soul. Good job, Qin Yun, the money you should have was not the least bit less." Old Man Sun was more happy, but he did not care about my injuries.