The first result is nothing more than Ding Xuan's death from the revival of ghosts, and the ghosts in her body escaped!

Li Jianguo has some understanding of Ding Xuan's strength, although the ghost in her body is not strong, it is very weird.

But this is not what he is worried about, what he is more worried about is that if it is the second type, then what level of ghost will affect the ghost in Ding Xuan's body will forcibly revive and want to escape from here!

Rustling... Rustling...

Footsteps sounded from all directions, Li Jianguo turned his head and looked around at the surrounding budding rice fields, the sky was already dark, and with his eyesight, he couldn't determine whether there was anything hidden in those years.

There was only a rustling sound in his ears, like something moving, like the wind blowing the branches and leaves, but he didn't feel a breeze at all.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, almost close at hand, and the sweat on Li Jianguo's face dripped down his breath to the ground, and his head turned faster and faster.

Even the ghost creature in his body actually showed some signs of recovery, which was not a good sign.

But nothing was found in front of him, there was silence all around, only the unique rustling sound remained, and Ding Xuan beside him suddenly let out a miserable scream.

Li Jianguo hurriedly turned his head to look, and almost jumped up without frightening him for a moment, a ghost in a blood-colored red dress was sitting on Ding Xuan's shoulder, and his blue palm had already clasped Ding Xuan's eyes!

There was no expression on its face, and its facial features were complete like a man, but when its gaze fell on Li Jianguo's body, Li Jianguo suddenly shuddered, and a deep malice surrounded him.

Ding Xuan's body knelt on the ground and was silent, her hand naturally lowered downward, and the ghost eyes in her palm had become dim.

The broken bowl in his hand began to swell again, and blood was dripping out, and the scene was extremely strange... The blood converged to form a humanoid ghost with no facial features.

It's just that as soon as it appeared, the next moment it was firmly pinched by a cyan palm.

This bloody ghost who had devoured the chain ghost before was actually able to resist without any resistance, and was subdued by the ghost in the blood-colored red dress.

Li Jianguo's old face trembled, and his eyes bulged.

He felt that the connection with the underworld was directly severed, and although he didn't suffer any backlash damage, this was the first time he had seen this happen.

This is a fully revived and terrifying ghost!

One last glance at the bloody ghost who was firmly pinched by the neck, he turned and fled with an unbearable look of pain on his face.

It did not chase Li Jianguo, who escaped, but still sat on Ding Xuan's shoulder.

The next scene is enough to scare ordinary people crazy.

Ding Xuan's ghost eyes were taken off by it and stuffed into its own eyes, and the blood ghost who was pinched by the neck had no power to resist.

It opened its mouth, revealing its terrifyingly jagged teeth, and its upper and lower jaws parted at an exaggerated angle, swallowing the bloody......

............

Wang Ting didn't know where this was, and the sound of every footstep falling on the dead branches and leaves would make him tremble.

The situation was far beyond his imagination.

The horror of Linmen Village is not something he can solve at all, and he has no intention of investigating Tianluo's another intelligence mistake now, after all, if he can't get out alive, this account will be rotten in his stomach.

But he had already thought about it, as long as he could escape this time, if Tianluo didn't fight this time to satisfy himself, then don't blame himself for picking on his son!

The moon was obscured by thick dark clouds, and the sky was overcast, and the whole Linmen village was dark.

From time to time there is a rumbling sound, which is... It's going to rain.

The hazy moonlight stretched his shadow into the darkness in the distance.

He had to stop and look around without taking a step, after all, the night was already dark and this line of sight could not allow him to be careless.

The imagination that had once made him proud was now torture, and the buds that grew unbridled on either side of the towering trees on the road were like terrifying evil spirits waiting for him to approach.

There's also a terrifying one hidden in the shadows... Ghost.

I didn't figure it out until now, and it turned out that the people here had been targeted by it from the beginning.

In fact, those who don't make a sound do have a chance to escape the Chained Ghost, but what they don't know is... The Chainghost is just a pawn.

What happened to Ding Xuan and Li Jianguo, did they escape?

Both of them are ghost hunters, so they can fight even if they hit a ghost, right?

An unusual rustling sound suddenly appeared in the direction behind him and reached his ears.

Wang Ting's heart stopped as soon as he clenched, and immediately turned around and looked back...

Except for darkness, it's darkness...

His vision could only see a distance of about ten meters, and he didn't notice anything unusual in this distance.

But the rustling of footsteps still sounded.

Wang Ting's face showed a trace of fear, audible footsteps, invisible 'people'!

Tick.

A drop of water fell from the sky and smashed on his face, and a hint of moist coolness woke him up.

The scene was familiar, and suddenly a ghost appeared in his mind looking at him from above, and the blood on his body was splashing on his face, and he took a deep breath and suddenly looked up... Nothing.

Immediately after, more raindrops fell on his face, on the ground, and on the nearby branches and grass.

It's raining.

As soon as the raindrops appeared, a few silver lines lit up in mid-air.

Thundered... Click... A roar of thunder exploded throughout the wilderness, the sound was deafening, and the sound exploded and echoed in the ears, and the exit of Linmen Village was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the exit of Linmen Village was missing, and the thunder was heard for a long time.

A loud bang pierced the cloudy sky, and torrential rain poured in the wilderness. The sky is dark, the thunder roars, the canopy seems to have been poked into a hole, the water is pouring downward, the lightning is frequently bright and extinguished, and the four wild places are flickering and dark.

By the light of lightning, Wang Ting identified a path and immediately walked forward, he wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain.

His speed was fast, and the sound left behind was completely muffled by the torrential rain, and suddenly a complex of buildings appeared in front of him, and his face showed joy, and he immediately rushed forward.

The trail is deep and the road is winding.

The roads in the village had already become muddy under the torrential rain, and every step he took left a click on the ground.

In addition, the gloom and darkness around are even more frightening, although Wang Ting's courage is not too small, and after a while, he can't help but feel a little frightened, but in this case, he can't tolerate hesitation and can only walk forward slowly.

It was pitch black, and only the buildings shrouded in night could be seen.

Suddenly, he felt his heart throb, and then his leg was grabbed, it was a half-amputated right hand, the fingers were soaked in the water, rotting and white, and the white bones of Sensen could be seen at the end of the flesh of the arm.

The water had already reached his calves, and the low-lying area had long since been filled with pouring rainwater.

He was startled by this scene, and the ghost hand grabbed like the half of the arm in an instant.

No ghosts?

This is the arm of a dead corpse, and there is nothing unusual about it.

But his face had become very ugly, for he found himself stepping into the ghost.

The complex that had been not far in front of him was completely shrouded in darkness.

He walked forward, only the sound of his own footsteps remained, and the previous sound of lightning and thunder and rain ticked behind him from time to time into daylight, but in front of him was a deep darkness that seemed to be cut by a dividing line.

One step, two worlds.

Before he could walk ten meters, a slight grinding sound suddenly sounded, fast, extremely fast, and was approaching here.

He stood there with a stunned face, and forgot in the direction of the sound, which was already ten meters away, and his vision was hazy and he couldn't see clearly.

A figure appeared from the front, Wang Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, and the rain here became a little less.

Is it Ding Xuan?

It's just that before he could show his joy, he suddenly found that the back of Ding Xuan's neck was being choked by a cyan hand.

The blood-colored red dress was watered by the rain, and soon a red stream appeared at its feet, which continued to spread.

Several corpses were thrown from some direction and smashed at his feet.

Be... Ma Li, Peng Qiang! His pupils contracted for a moment, and then he was engulfed in a thick sense of fear.

His speed was fast, there was almost no hesitation, and the ghost qi flowed to his legs at a speed of almost three or five meters per second.

But when he looked behind him, he was almost attached to a face that was a little blue.

The next moment, a heavy feeling of carrying almost crushed him to the ground, it... Crawled on top of himself.

A pair of cold hands covered Wang Ting's face with a cold winter moon-like coldness.

"Ahhhh

"Get out of the way!"

Wang Ting let out a loud roar, the desire to survive overshadowed his fear, and his hands reached up to grab its legs and pick it up directly.

Although he had known for a long time that there might be a ghost here, Wang Ting never expected it to be so terrifying!

The three seconds of hot blood were already cold, followed by fear from the heart. The appearance of this ghost creature is not very hideous, but it is intimidating, and the cool air rushes straight to it.

At the moment when he pulled it out, Wang Ting did not hesitate to turn around in the opposite direction and rushed out towards the road he came from.

On both sides of the road were grass and fields, half a man's height, and bean-sized raindrops fell on him.

looked at the direction behind him, and vaguely saw a touch of blood chasing in his direction, Wang Ting gritted his teeth fiercely, untied his backpack, took out the shroud, and went directly to the grass on his right hand to lie down and cover himself.

As soon as he covered the shroud, an astonishing chill almost froze his body.

The origin of this shroud is mysterious, and I don't know how many years it has existed!

PS: Happy National Day!