Z Mountain City, Lihua Community.

"Stal, stompe!"

The entire community was shrouded in a cyan ghost domain, and dull footsteps sounded in the community.

In the community, there are many people.

Figures with cyan skin, dull eyes, and strange expressions on their faces wandered around the community.

Seems to be looking for something.

"The terror level of that blue-faced fangs is definitely more than A-level, I am not his opponent at all, but fortunately, I lit the ghost candle at a critical moment."

In Building 2 of Lihua Community, Room 603, a man and a woman are hiding in the room, and the doors and windows are closed.

It was Xia Yu and Tong Qian, but both of them were embarrassed at this time.

On Tong Qian's head, the weird smiling face was almost moved to her own face.

At this time, Tong Qian is very dangerous, and there is a possibility of revival at any time.

On Tong Qian's side, Xia Yu's appearance at this time was even more terrifying.

Xia Yu's body was all cracked, and there was no intact skin on his body, like a spider's web.

The cracks on Xia Yu's body were constantly oozing black liquid, and the sofa under Xia Yu was already wet with black liquid.

This is the ability of the ghost bone, and the ghost bone is trying to repair Xia Yu's injured body.

But Xia Yu's injuries were too serious, if it weren't for the ability of the ghost bones to support him, his body would have been directly shattered into pieces of minced meat.

"Let's ask for help from the headquarters, it's not a way for us to go on like this, now we are in that ghost's ghost domain, and we may be found at any time."

Xia Yu sat down on the sofa and said weakly.

"If we die here, then the incident will get completely out of control, and then the situation will become more inexplicable and dangerous,"

Hearing this, Tong Qian was silent for a while, and then took out the satellite positioning mobile phone distributed by the headquarters from her arms.

I found the operator's phone and dialed it.

"Hello?" Soon, the operator's voice came out of the phone.

The speed of the other party's answer is very fast, and for people like Tong Qian, the headquarters of the ghost hunter will specially arrange for the operator to be online 24 hours a day.

"I'm Tong Qian, I'm ......... now"

Tong Qian didn't talk nonsense to the other party, she directly explained the matter simply and clearly, and then explained her intentions.

Xia Yu was not sent by the headquarters for support, but Xia Yu came to Zshan City on a business trip before, and then Tong Qian did his best as a landlord.

Who would have thought that there was a supernatural event in Zshan City, so Xia Yu followed Tong Qian to take a look.

When I looked at it, I saw what was going on.

……………

"The curse of the firewood knife needs a medium to trigger, and stepping on footprints is only one of the mediums, which does not mean that the medium of the firewood knife is only stepping on footprints."

"In fact, there are several mediums that trigger the chai knife, and even if you don't need to step on the footprints, you can trigger the killing law of the chai knife."

Huang Quan looked at the blood-colored palm prints on the wall of the corridor that were getting closer and closer to him, his expression moved slightly, and his eyes became colder and colder.

When the bloody handprints spread not far from Huang Quan's side.

Huang Quan reached out and let his palm cover the blood-colored palm print on the wall next to him.

"Actually, covering footprints is the same as covering palm prints, and this method can also exist as a medium."

When Huang Quan held a rusty wood knife in one hand and covered the blood-colored palm print on the wall with the other, the medium was triggered.

The scene in front of Huang Quan's eyes changed terribly.

It was as if it was a hallucination, or that Huang Quan had seen the source of the palm print through the medium.

In the originally empty passage, countless "people" emerged in the blink of an eye.

These people can no longer be called human beings at all, they are men and women, of all ages, and they exude the smell of decay all over their bodies.

Some of them were blue, like corpses that had been lying for a long time, and some of them were black, as if they were rotting, and their skin was falling off.

In addition, the clothes and costumes of these people are not the same, some are modern, some are ten years ago, and some are from the Republic of China.

But all these people have one thing in common, they don't have eyes.

The eyeballs in the sockets seemed to have rotted, leaving only a hollow and blackened outline, and it was impossible to see the road ahead.

So each of them stretched out a palm and stuck it against the wall, and the palm was dripping with blood, leaving a clear palm print.

That's where the blood-colored palm prints on the walls come from.

And at this moment, Huang Quan saw that his hand on the wall was pressed on one of the bloody palms, cold to the bone, and extremely terrifying.

What made him feel even more terrifying.

It seemed that because Huang Quan had come into contact with the blood-colored palm print, the countless people in the passage raised their heads and looked at Huang Quan with their empty eyes.

Then they all stretched out another blood-stained palm, as if to grab Huang Quan and turn Huang Quan into one of them.

It is a terrifying ghostly curse that transforms other beings into part of the curse and increases the number of blood-colored palm prints.

Huang Quan's face was calm, and he was not frightened by this scene.

You must know that Huangquan is a ghost, and if you want to expect the ghost to be scared by a ghost, it is simply a joke.

Maybe there are ghosts in this world that Huangquan can't deal with at the moment, but it definitely doesn't include this bloody handprint.

"The suppression that belongs to the ghost has failed? No, it didn't fail, and the reason why I didn't suppress this mudra was because I didn't capture the real source of the ghost. ”

Huang Quan frowned, and figured out why he hadn't suppressed this bloody handprint with up to a dozen suppression quotas.

It's not that Huang Quan's suppression can't work, but because Huang Quan's current suppression is only a ghost slave-like existence.

It's not really the source of the ghosts.

"The real source of the ghost is still in the hallway, in the room 82."

Huang Quan turned his head, ignoring the seemingly terrifying figures, and looked into the depths of the dark corridor, room 82.

"In that case........."

Huang Quan's other hand holding a firewood knife raised and slashed at the arm closest to him.

In Huang Quan's hand, the rusty firewood knife was a little sharp at this moment.

Just casually slashed through the air, and the blood-stained arm that stretched out to his palm in front of him was directly broken.

In addition, the other "people" in the aisle also seemed to have been attacked, and their arms were also broken at the same time.

The dense blood-stained palm prints on the walls began to dissipate rapidly.

This dissipation was rapid, leading deeper into the passage and all the way to Room 82.

Soon.

All the ghosts in the hallway were gone, and the bloody handprints on the walls had all dissipated as if they had never existed.

The ghost retreated at this moment, retreating into room 82 and showing no signs of reappearing.