As the dean said, the temperature in the intensive care unit gradually dropped, and he didn't even realize that his breathing began to condense into white mist.

The disappearing old man ghost appeared silently behind the dean. Yu Xing didn't know that it could appear in the form of a spirit body, but why was it really blown away by him just now?

After flying out, he even climbed out of the quilt with great moral character and then disappeared on the spot.

...It doesn't matter. Now, the old man ghost is right behind the dean, floating with resentment on his face. Every time the dean says something bad about his father, his face becomes even more distorted.

From its current perspective, it is naturally in a face-to-face state with Yu Xing. When he saw Yu Xing lying, he trapped the dean here and pretended to be the doctor to hurt the dean. He felt that Yu Xing should be his own person, so he didn't care about what happened just now and stared at the dean attentively.

It raised its hands-

Snatch the dean's neck!

The dean's long grievance and anger had not been expressed yet, and it seemed as if it had come to an abrupt end. He could not see the scene behind him, and could only feel a pair of cold and dry hands pinching him hard, making him unable to breathe.

The touch of the hands was very similar to when my father held him on the hospital bed and forced him to swear to see him die. The dean struggled with horror and used his hands to break the ghost hands, but he felt that the hands were getting tighter and tighter. His feet gradually hung in the air, futilely fluttering in the air.

The dean's expression was very painful. He seemed to suddenly wake up. He looked at Yu Xing in front of him with help. His face gradually turned red and then began to turn purple...

Yu Xing just looked at him quietly, observing the dean's eyes.

It was not until the dean's pupils began to dissipate that Yu Xing said: "It should be enough."

The last word had not fallen yet, a black blade passed by the old man's wrist. The first thing he realized was gravity. The dean fell to the ground with a pounce, looking unknown.

The next one to react was the old man ghost.

The old man looked at his wrist so smoothly, and then let out a heart-wrenching scream with a hoarse voice. It was hard for him to be an old man, and he made a shocking high notes.

Zhao Yijiu didn't want to hold back the knife in his hand, and slashed it out again, cutting off the old ghost's spiritual head without any error.

At this moment, Yu Xing felt a sense of silence, so quiet that even his breathing seemed to stop.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the Jikhao in Zhao Yijiu's hand. After a while, Jikhao followed Zhao Yijiu and seemed to be stranger again.

Very fun.

The old ghost's spirit turned into black smoke and dissipated. Zhao Yijiu found that Yu Xing was "coveting" his knife, and put it back and said coldly: "Please carry him and go back."

"Why do you look alert? Isn't this the [heartbreaking] handed your brother to you?" Yu Xing curled his lips and recited the principal who had only breathed a sigh of relief. "I won't rob you. You voluntarily showed me that you voluntarily. It turns out that the more you get, the more you get, the less conscience-"

"You are no longer the cold-hearted person at that time-"

"Take it and see, shut up." Zhao Yijiu rudely snatched the dean from Yu Xing's back, and stuffed it into Yu Xing's hand like a hot potato. Then the cold air maker, who could not hear his cold face, released a certain amount of cold air, kicked out of the door, leaving only Yu Xing's back.
Chapter completed!