"Ahh Don't ......"

"I don't want to die, please let me go!"

The second floor of the ghost post office was dark, and the lights on the second floor were disturbed by a supernatural force, and they were all extinguished.

In the dark environment, desperate screams and frightened begs for mercy were intertwined, as if the corridor on the second floor had turned into a purgatory on earth.

"Why is my brother dead, you are still alive, why don't you die?"

"Die! All to die! ”

"I want all of you to bury your brother!"

In the darkness, Qin Yao's crazy and vicious words came out.

At this time, her voice did not have the slightest ethereal sound, but was extremely poignant and sharp, as if it was not a person who spoke, but a ghost.

As her words fell, the frequency of panicked screams in the darkness became faster and faster, as if she had been attacked more ferociously by the ghost.

As time passed, the screams began to gradually subside, and in the end, only Qin Yao's own voice remained.

In her mouth, she kept muttering words such as "Why aren't you dead yet" and "I want all of you to bury my brother", which seems to be in a very abnormal mental state.

"Zizi~"

After about ten minutes or so, the lights in the second-floor hallway flickered a few times before they came back on, and the dim light dispelled the darkness.

As the lights came on, the environment of the second-floor walkway began to return to normal.

But in the corridor on the second floor, there were more than a dozen corpses, both men and women, their necks in a strange twisted shape.

It seems that someone has broken his neck.

Qin Yao stood quietly among the many corpses, and her appearance at this time was also extremely terrifying.

The clothes on his body were stained with black bruises, and the original small cherry mouth had turned into a big black and purple mouth.

This mouth is very large, the corners of the mouth are almost to the root of the ear, and the mouth is still dripping black bruises, and the overall look is extremely weird and terrifying.

………………

Wang Xiaoming...... It's really dead. ”

On the top floor of the Ping An Building, in an office, Fang Shiming couldn't help frowning as he looked at the content displayed on the mobile phone screen in his hand.

The mobile phone screen shows an information page, and the message is sent by Jiang Shangbai, and the content is roughly to confirm Wang Xiaoming's death.

Throwing his phone on the desk, Fang Shiming stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked towards the north of Big J City.

Ping An Building has more than 100 floors, which can be regarded as one of the tallest buildings in Da J City.

Standing on the top floor of the Ping An Building and looking down, you can almost take in half of the urban area.

At this time, it was noon, and the sun was shining, but in the north of Big J City, a large area was shrouded in a ghost domain as dark as ink.

"Is that the ghost who killed Wang Xiaoming, I heard that several ghost fighters sent out by the headquarters to solve it were all killed......

Fang Shiming's eyes flickered, and he thought of something else.

"This ghost seems to be the product of Wang Xiaoming's research, but I didn't expect it to get out of control and kill Wang Xiaoming, and Li Jun seems to have planted it."

"The power of the fog capital, the photo studio seems to have always had a soft spot for Li Jun, from the beginning of the solicitation, to the failure of the solicitation to try to kill Li Jun, what secret is hidden here?"

Fang Shiming seemed to know a lot of things, but he obviously didn't understand the purpose of the studio.

"Even the boss of the photo studio, the madman surnamed Ye directly entered the headquarters of the ghost master, if it wasn't for the old immortal at the headquarters, maybe he really succeeded in killing Li Jun that time."

Fang Shiming thought of the conversation between Ye Liangchen, the boss of the photo studio, when he asked him to cooperate.

Ye Liangchen wanted Fang Shiming's help to kill Li Jun together, there was only one reason.

In a sense, Li Jun is the real maker of the ghost candle, because the raw material of the ghost candle is the ghost fire in his body!

At the beginning, Fang Shiming was also shocked by this news, in his cognition, wasn't the ghost candle made by Wang Xiaoming?

But when I thought about it in hindsight, I realized that it was really possible.

As we all know, the only one who can fight against the supernatural is the supernatural!

Wang Xiaoming is just an ordinary person, although his IQ is against the sky, it can't change the fact that he is an ordinary person.

Even the gold can imprison powerful ghosts, everyone generally believes that Wang Xiaoming was the first to discover it, but in fact it is not, but he has published it widely.

Gold imprisons powerful ghosts, it has been popularized for a long time, and even as far as Fang Shiming knows, there are some people in the world who have survived the Republic of China period......

"Huh?"

"That's ......"

Suddenly, in Fang Shiming's line of sight, a black ghost realm light flashed, heading towards the north of Big J City, at an extremely fast speed.

"Is it the Ghost Protector from the headquarters, or is it from somewhere else?" Fang Shiming was thinking.

"I don't know if it's really powerful, or if it's a stunned young man."

………………

The northern area of Big J is very large, but the most prosperous area is Fengyang District.

But at this time, the entire Fengyang District was shrouded in ink-like darkness, and the whole area was silent, as if there were no living people inside.

Tread, stomp!

The strength of this ghost domain is not very high, it is only four and a half layers, so it is easy to invade.

Walking on the streets of Fengyang District, Huang Quan's eyes scanned around, trying to find the source of this ghost domain.

The second ghost that was bred from that ghost coffin!

Huang Quan's expression was relaxed, and he didn't seem to pay attention to the ghost at all.

But that's right.

Huang Quan looked at his body, he was holding an old wood knife in his right hand, and a jet-black chain was wrapped around his arm under his clothes.

In the left pocket of his coat was a rusty coffin nail, and in the right pocket was a folded old blood-stained newspaper.

Inside this casual coat is a black ghost shroud.

Coupled with his own dozen suppression places, the sixth-layer ghost domain, and the infinite restart in his own ghost domain, Huang Quan really didn't know what else could make him cautious.

Coupled with the characteristics of the skull, it directly allows his ghost domain to ignore the suppression of the strength below the eighth-layer ghost domain.

Huang Quan felt that at this time, he didn't say that it was this incomplete ghost, even if it was a ghost painting, he dared to make a wave, and hit the other party to call him father.

"Are you here......

Suddenly, Huang Quan's footsteps stopped, and his gaze looked at the corner of the street, where the environment had noticeably changed, and the darkness had become more intense.

Stompe!

Stompe!

A dull sound of footsteps came, all at once, and it seemed very stiff, and it was obvious that this was not the footsteps of ordinary people.

Then, a figure appeared in Huang Quan's sight.........

PS: Once again, I highly recommend the new book "Crossing the Heavens from the Immortal Realm!!