In view of the fact that the passages in the living room have been surrounded by plants, the tables, chairs and furniture have also been reimbursed. The three of them could only sit on the ground in the center of the living room, next to "Deep Sea Coccus rich in DHR emollient factor", "Pure Natural Macromolecular Water Supply Alpine Snow Lotus" and "Royal Beauty Hosta Flower", looking at each other through the paper lantern.

Although the paper lantern is quite old and dull, the white paper shade is yellow and black, and the red rope at the top is tattered, you can still see how delicate it once was. I couldn't tell the weird spells that lay beneath it.

Now, three pairs of eyes stared at the paper lantern without blinking, like three high-powered searchlights. The three of them were silent, and the living room was silent.

After a long time, Lin Jian spoke, his expression was very solemn.

"This lantern is very delicate."

Xiao Zhenyi nodded sternly: "Very exquisite." ”

"The man who made this lantern must be extraordinary."

"It's really extraordinary."

"This spell is also rare."

"It's really uncommon."

After a few words of nonsense, the two continued to look at each other.

They have nothing to say, and in these few nonsense sentences, they have fully exchanged opinions:

"Do you have a clue?"

"No, what about you?"

"Nope."

Of course, their confusion cannot be attributed to ignorance and shallow insight (although they are indeed ignorant and shallow), but the real reason for their ignorance and lack of insight lies in the peculiarities of Nightmare Technique. The principle of the art of Nightmare Town is the so-called "qi machine induction" of the so-called mysterious, which is an ethereal "induction", of course, there is no way to track or investigate, and even who did the black hand can only guess randomly by divination, and the accuracy can basically be ignored...... Over the ages, there have been many unjust cases in the art of witchcraft in Nightmare Town, and the reason is this: the emperor was hit by Nightmare Town, and the murderer could not be found below, so in order to shirk responsibility, he had to be framed by torture.

Now you can neither frame nor frame, of course, you can only be in a daze at the paper lantern.

But it was impossible to get through the trick after all, Xia Wei waited for a moment and then asked like a cannon: "What else did the two of you find?" Is this really the reason for my mother's illness? Is there anything else like this in this house? ”

At this time, you must not show timidity, Lin Jian smiled slightly, and asked rhetorically: "Miss Xia, is this really your uncle's arrangement?" Does he have such a deep hatred with you? ”

Xia Wei was silent for a moment, and her expression gradually turned gloomy: "I can only say that I know people and faces, but I don't know my heart." My mother used to treat him as a close relative, but I didn't expect him to reciprocate like this......"

"This kind of spell called 'Nightmare Town' is very rare," Lin Jian asked, "How did your uncle learn it?" He doesn't usually show any disappearance? ”

"Out-of-phase?" A wry smile appeared on Xia Wei's lips, "When I was in college, I thought he was a good uncle of Tianzi No. 1." Although he is a good drinker and gambler, he is very good to us, and he is also very bold in his life......"

After hearing these words, Xiao Zhenyi frowned: "Miss Xia, with all due respect." The celebrity files I read on the Internet all said that you were from a poor family when you were young, and you worked hard to start a business from scratch. Why does it sound like your uncle is having a good time? ”

This sentence is really a little polite, but Xia Wei doesn't think it's sad: "My mother can't work separately to take care of me, and life is sad." At that time, he was a doctor in a large hospital, with a good salary and a lot of oil and water after work. Since getting acquainted with him, our family has been able to get free medical check-ups several times a year. ”

Hearing the words "free physical examination", Lin Jian's heart couldn't help but move slightly, but she didn't know the essentials. He was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard Xiao Zhenyi say in surprise: "Huh? ”

Lin Jian followed the prestige, but saw that the white paper lantern placed in the center was actually floating staggeringly.

The eyes of all three were fixed on the white lantern, and they watched it rise little by little, as they watched it float in the air, and watched it fly out of the window......

Lin Jian stretched out his hand and gently pinched the red rope tied to the top of the lantern.

The lantern was so worn out that he didn't dare to use any force for fear of tearing it apart. Fortunately, the lantern does not have much force to levitate and drift, and two fingers can be clamped. Lin Jian grabbed the red rope and slowly pulled the paper lantern back,

Suddenly, his hand loosened, and the upward force suddenly disappeared. The white lantern drooped and swirled at the end of the red rope. Lin Jian lifted the paper lantern that had turned into a dead thing again, squinting his eyes and looking at it carefully: "What's the matter-"

His mouth was still opening and closing, but he couldn't make a sound!

No, it's not just the mouth. In an instant, Lin Jian wanted to lower his head and raise his hand, touch his throat, and want to turn his head and cough, but his body and hands only trembled slightly, his brain was still spinning wildly, but his body couldn't move at all - like a sudden stroke!

But it soon dawned on him that there was no stroke in the world that could make all three people stiff and still, and there was no stroke that could make people unable to move their eyelids.

It's not a stroke, it's a ghost press.

But how is that possible? It's noon, and the sun is blazing. Sitting in the room were three young people with good health and sufficient yang energy, and there was no condition for ghost pressing the bed at all. Could it be this paper lantern -

He was still thinking when he suddenly heard a rustling sound in the living room. In a moment, the sound grew louder and louder, gradually mixed with the snort of the fabric cracking. Lin Jian tried his best to roll his eyes, trying to find the source of the strange sound. Then, he saw that behind Xiao Zhenyi, on the back of a couch that was so tattered with vines and thorns, there was a leather cushion embroidered with flowers raised high, constantly squirming and undulating, as if some living creature was struggling in it, and was about to break out of the sofa.

He unconsciously held his breath.

The bulge struggled more and more, the snorting sound became louder and louder, and the expressions of the three people became more and more ugly. At last, the flower cracked with a snort, and a small, wrinkled, transparent paper-like skin crept out of the crack and swayed in the wind.

A skin?! Lin Jian and Xia Wei, who were fortunate enough to witness the whole process, both widened their eyes in disbelief—how could a piece of skin have so much power? Xiao Zhenyi couldn't move with his back to the sofa, looking at the two people in front of him with strange and frightened eyes, he could only be anxious and panicked, and his eyes were rolling around.

But no matter how anxious they were, the thin crust finally came out slowly. It paused for a moment beside the large hole, then slowly unfolded. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, probably none of you would have believed that such a small lump of skin could stretch so wide and so big, fluttering in the wind, like a worn shirt—

Lin Jian's scalp suddenly tingled: he knew what this thing was!

"Plus official", it's actually "plus official"!

The so-called "plus official" is a general term for a certain kind of soul-conjuring magic. This kind of evil magic nails the souls of humans and animals into the body, so that the souls of humans and animals are inseparable from the unity of **, and then peel off the skin alive. Since the soul has been closely mixed with **, tearing the skin is equivalent to tearing the soul, and there will naturally be broken souls in the peeled skin. Scattered souls are ignorant and do not produce resentment, and the skin peeled off is no different from ordinary fur. But if these scattered remnant souls suddenly encounter the remaining souls, when they meet in a hurry, they will erupt into extremely terrible resentment. The soul that has returned to its entirety will subconsciously look for a complete **, and if it can't be found, the living creatures around it will probably be "washed" by it.

This secret technique is cruel, but it is also secretive...... A broken soul has no self-consciousness at all, and it will never produce resentment and evil spirits, and even the most careful person cannot guard against it. The way to trigger this spell can also be so strange that it is impossible to prevent it. Like what...... A paper lantern?

Suddenly comprehending this section, Lin Jian's heart was cold: the person who buried the lantern must have already made a plan, such a step-by-step series of strategies, it is simply no way back, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots!

He stared at the slowly floating thin skin, his heart beating faster and faster, and his mind was rumbling with a blank - when the thin skin covered their heads, and when the souls attached to the thin skin burrowed into their bodies along the seven orifices, their souls would be disrupted and withdrawn, and they would be absorbed out by this paper lantern, and they would never be reborn......

The sinister skin had already stretched, and it floated in the wind, slowly flying towards them, the edge of the skin hunting and flying, like the robe agitated by death......

Then, it was hung by hairy vines.

…… With such a big piece of skin, it is indeed impossible to get through.

Of course, there is no concept of a detour (in fact, the couch is full of thorns, and there is no way to go around), it will only rush forward, rushing forward in one breath, and finally the thorn vines are brought up by it, dragging up a lot of roots and leaves. Then the vine net hula-la-la, wrapping it in an airtight airtight air.

However, this does not mean that the "plus official" will capsize in the gutter - the so-called soul and soul miss each other, the qi and the machine are mixed, and the soul that is forcibly separated is like a tense rubber band, once they induce each other, the suction force that bursts out is really immeasurable...... At the very least, it can tear off these soft and brittle rattans.

Sure enough, those miscellaneous thorn vines only supported for dozens of seconds - after dozens of seconds, there was a sound of snorting and snorting, the green rattans were tangled and tensed one by one, and they broke one after another, and the green juice splattered out, and the dark yellow skin that came out of the cracks writhed and writhed, stained with a strange black and green liquid, but it was unharmed......

The last vine broke as well, this time spewing out a reddish liquid that stained the wrinkled skin like a bloody coat. The levitating, yellowish, bloodstained, slippery skin wrenched from the twisted and broken rattan that was entwined like a dead snake, floated in mid-air, picked up speed, and slashed its head and face at them—

Then it was planted in the ground.

As soon as the "additional official" fell, Lin Jian suddenly heard the sound of the wind - he was slightly numb, and he couldn't help but let out an "ah"!

The ghost press is gone!

His sentence was like a signal, and the remaining two of them all screamed, Xiao Zhenyi fell to the ground on his back, and he had a weak □□ - after the ghost pressed the bed, the yin and yang reversed the body and numbness, and none of the three of them could get up.

"What the hell is going on?" Xiao Zhenyi rolled □□, "What the hell is going on?" ”

No one answered him.

Xia Wei fell to the ground panting, but a pair of eyes were staring at the front, and her eyes were terrifyingly bright.

After half a ring, Xia Wei spoke, her expression was in a trance, her voice was also in a trance, but what she said was clear and clear.

"Whitlana Hills specialty thorn vine, rich in NRPC natural acidic factors, can effectively soften the stratum corneum of the skin, remove dead skin, and do not hurt the skin ......"

Xia Wei's gaze swept over the sofa, over the thorny vines that were still bubbling with red water on the floor, over the dark yellow skin stained with red liquid, and over the large corroded holes in the skin.

"I'm going to sue them to death." She said.