I, the creator of malicious ghosts
18 Disgusting Specter

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In the dark bathroom, Su Yang pooped for a while before he felt his stomach feel better!

Just as Su Yang threw the toilet paper in his hand aside and was about to get up, a man's voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Brother, do you have paper?"

His voice was low and sinister, causing a chill to rise from the soles of one's feet.

In this hospital that had been abandoned for so many years, how could there be a living person other than him?

Then, a dry and pale hand slowly reached out from the bathroom cubicle next door.

"Brother, do you have paper?"

Then, a deep and sinister voice came from the cubicle next to him.

"Yes!"

Su Yang nodded and placed the paper he had just used in his outstretched hand.

"Thank you!"

His withered and pale hand slowly retracted!

"Young man, do you have paper?"

A deep voice came from the cubicle next to him again. The hand from before reached out from the cubicle again.

"No more!"

Su Yang looked at the outstretched hand and frowned slightly.

"No more…no more paper, why don't you have any more paper…why don't you have any more paper…!”

As soon as Su Yang finished speaking, a hurried and sinister roar came from the cubicle next to him.

After that!

From the gap under his feet, the malicious ghost's other hand reached over and grabbed the toilet partition!

She crawled into Su Yang's cubicle.

A shriveled and emaciated head was stuffed into the cubicle next door.

His skin was sallow and his eyes were sunken. He looked like he was all skin and bones. His facial features were ferocious as he roared at Su Yang.

" Why don't you have paper…!"

"Is the paper in your stomach…?”

"Let me open your stomach to take a look. The paper must be hidden in your stomach…!”

The yellow-faced ghost's voice became louder and louder. It waved its sharp claws and clawed at Su Yang.

"F * ck!"

Su Yang felt a wave of disgust and stepped on the malicious ghost on the ground.

"Kacha!"

With the addition of 500 streaks of Nine Suns True Qi, it was like a hammer smashing a watermelon.

The head of the malicious ghost on the ground was directly crushed by Su Yang's foot.

A wisp of Yin Qi floated into Su Yang's body and was absorbed by the system.

On the ground, there was a blue cultivation technique.

After picking up the blue cultivation technique, he threw it into the system with a face full of disdain.

He felt that this cultivation technique was a little interesting.

After walking out of the room, the surroundings finally returned to silence. Only the cries of the grasshoppers could be heard from the grass outside from time to time.

Two minutes later, Su Yang found that there seemed to be light in the opposite building.

Hunan's yellow lights and a few figures were moving.

Immediately, Su Yang quickly ran towards the opposite building.

There were two reasons why he came here.

Killing ghosts, exploding cultivation techniques and Yin Qi, as well as finding suitable Specters to subdue, to edit and synthesize with the materials.

There was a bridge between the two buildings. Coupled with Su Yang's fast speed, he quickly arrived at the bright place on the opposite side.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang!

The wooden door in front of him was kicked open by Su Yang, and he rushed into the spacious room with a fighting spirit.

However, in the next second, the scene in front of him made Su Yang freeze slightly, and his body froze on the spot.

This should be the old conference room, so the room was very big.

There were six people inside.

A sweet-looking streamer holding a phone.

The other two were a young couple who were currently lovey-dovey together.

The other three people were wearing black clothes with the words " University Club, Supernatural Society " written on them!

In the middle, there was a bonfire!

Under the light of the fire, the door fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust!!!

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