This is a deserted cemetery, and since cremation has not yet been carried out, all the coffins buried behind this tombstone are coffins.

There may have been an earthquake, some of the tombs had collapsed, revealing decaying coffins and a foul smell in the air.

Because no one took care of the weeds around, they grew wildly, almost to the waist.

Yinsheng stood at the top of the cemetery, and at a glance it was full of dense tombstones.

If you want to get out, you have to go past those tombstones.

Ghosts are not scary.

Even more terrible than ghosts is the human heart.

Yinsheng casually put his legs on the half-human-high stone, bent down and took out a few parts from his boots, and quickly assembled them.

It's so troublesome, I would have brought a knife if I knew it!

A knife goes straight to the soul.

That's so troublesome.

After assembling the pistol, she raised her wrist and glanced at it, twenty-thirty-fifty-eight, and twelve in two minutes.

Yinsheng looked at the half-human-tall weed, and thought about it and rubbed against her body.

Her delicate brow furrowed imperceptibly, and she turned to climb the fallen rock, walking steadily and lightly forward.

Her waist-length hair was draped casually over her shoulders, blowing up her hair in the breeze that she was walking around.

The dark aura around her makes her like the king of the night, and her every move carries a noble-like ritual, which is extremely noble.

Every twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, it is the time when the yin qi is the heaviest, and now it is July, the ghost door is wide open, all ghosts are carnival, and the evil spirits imprisoned by the underworld will also take the opportunity to escape.

Soul controllers are also gradually coming to the surface, which is an evil technique used by some unscrupulous people to consume their lives to control evil spirits for their own use.

The stronger the evil magic ability, the more evil spirits he controls, and when he reaches a certain realm, he can summon the evil spirits of the eighteen layers of hell at any time, and even the Ghost Hunter is not his opponent.

As the hour hand turned to twelve o'clock, the fog slowly rose from the cemetery, and a cold aura continued to emanate from the ground.

There seemed to be a light floating in front of the mist, and the fluorescent green light made people's hearts tremble, but they couldn't help but follow it, stepping on the road of death step by step.

Yinsheng's white fingers slightly clasped the silver pistol, his slender and straight legs walked unhurriedly past the rows of tombstones, and his dark eyes swept the photos on the tombstones without any emotion.

Some of the photos were already oozing dark red blood, and their eyes were fixed on Yinsheng.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was full of weirdness, and he saw that the face of the person in the photo suddenly rotted, and his eyes slid on the rotten face, which was creepy.

Seeing this scene, Yinsheng's eyelids jumped, and he shot him directly.

It's not scared, it's ugly.

Are ghosts so image-conscious?

Because of the rush of time, she only made a pistol, specifically for ghosts, but she didn't even try to get to this ghost place.

The bullet pierced the tombstone, and a terrible scream instantly sounded on the photo, and after two or three seconds, the photo returned to its original state.

Yinsheng lowered his pistol and raised his eyes, and the ghosts quickly retracted into the coffin, staring at the woman with fearful eyes.

……

At this time, approaching a forest garden in Qingling City, Fu Jue stood there quietly holding his sword.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked out of Lin Yuan, and he looked at Fu Du with a grateful face, "This time it's really thanks to the master, I didn't expect that after living for decades, I would be entangled by this thing." ”

The corners of Fu Jie's lips raised slightly, and his expression was calm, "You're welcome, just remember to pay." ”

He wasted a lot of effort trying to catch this ghost.

Money must be added.