"What's wrong?" Fatty suddenly became nervous.
Could it be that the ghost's head is turning again now?
Thinking of this, he cautiously touched his own head and found that it hadn't started moving yet.
"If you turn around, your neck will be twisted off," Xu Xingcheng said.
Turn around and your neck will be twisted off?
Does that mean turning around will trigger the ghost's killing rule?
Fatty clutched his head tightly: "How do you know the ghost's killing rule?"
At this moment, Xu Xingcheng had already withdrawn his hand from Fatty's face and reached for his own head. This time, he finally managed to hold his head, which had been twisted 180 degrees.
Then, he pointed to his neck with difficulty: "Speaking from experience."
Only then did Fatty notice that Xu Xingcheng's neck wasn't just twisted once.
At first glance, Fatty thought Xu Xingcheng's neck looked like a pretzel.
