The whole factory doesn't know how many ghosts are in action, and each of them has a doll in their hands, and corpses scattered all over the place, and each corpse has a characteristic, that is, the skin has been stripped naked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The corpses are piled up, almost all of them are women, and each of them disappears in the process of searching for the Heavenly Soul Doll, leading them to a place, bringing them here, and then taking the human skin doll, re-adding it, and recycling it.

The factory was filled with the smell of blood, except for the sound of sewing cloth, the silence was terrible, there was no light in the factory, and all the ghosts were like machines making dolls.

Zhang Heng hid behind Song Ying and Gu Chenchen, and when he saw so many ghosts and bloody pictures, he unconsciously took a step back and hid behind others.

"As long as this factory is destroyed, including the ghosts who make the dolls, all the women can come to their senses, and in this way, there will be another killing, and these ghosts must also be scattered, even though they are controlled" Death looked at the form in front of him, and this was the only way.

"Is that all there is to it?" Song Ying frowned and asked, how many ghosts are damn like this, and they themselves are controlled.

The Grim Reaper nodded and didn't speak again, they stood in the corner, not knowing what to do next, to kill all the ghosts here? Or do you still can't get rid of the confusion after watching so many humans?

Moreover, there are so many ghosts here, and the reason why the yin and yang angels and dolls are mutually exclusive is because the dolls are all made by resentful ghosts, and the resentment in them is unimaginable.

And it's night, and with so many restrictions, the power of the yin and yang angels themselves will be weakened.

Looking at their embarrassed expressions, Zhang Heng took a deep breath as if he had made a decision.

"Song Ying, Gu Chenchen, and the Grim Reaper, the Angel of Yin and Yang, you guys go out first, and come in half an hour later" Zhang Heng took a few steps and stood in front of them, his eyes staring at the mechanical ghost.

"Zhang Heng, we can think of another way" Song Ying grabbed Zhang Heng's sleeve and tugged at it weakly, because he knew that there was no other choice but this method, and Zhang Heng just didn't want to embarrass them.

"Didn't you just listen? This is the only way, believe me, you get out of here first, this time, please believe me" Zhang Heng is actually not very sure in his heart, after all, there are so many ghosts here, and they are all resentful ghosts, and the resentful ghosts themselves are much more ferocious than ordinary ghosts, but in order not to embarrass his brother, Zhang Heng has no choice.

"It's too dangerous, let's go back first, if these ghosts are not controlled by others, it's easy to solve" Yin Yang Angel Gu Xiaohang looked at the problem from the perspective of the underworld, the ghosts themselves belong to the underworld, and it stands to reason that the people of the underworld can command these ghosts, but the difficulty of the matter is that these ghosts are controlled by the other party's forces.

"I am a guardian angel, you are a person from the Yang Realm, it is my duty to protect you" Zhang Heng blocked Gu Xiaohang's words back with one sentence, he was right, Zhang Heng's vocation is to guard.

Zhang Heng insisted on this, and the others couldn't say anything, so they could only leave reluctantly, and now all they could do was to believe in Zhang Heng and wait for his return.

Again, is this the second abandonment? I hope there won't be a second parting" After returning to the gate of the factory, Song Ying muttered to herself.

In the factory, there were still no ghosts who noticed Zhang Heng in the corner, but they didn't notice it, which didn't mean that Zhang Heng wouldn't let them notice.

After looking around, Zhang Heng walked over and approached the ghost, surrounded by a powerful resentment, squeezing his outburst, his eyes began to become blood-red, as if everything in the world was going to surrender to this.

At this most helpless time, Zhang Heng's body seemed to have changed, a trace of silver light surrounded him, and every step Zhang Heng took, a little silver light would be left under his feet.

Subsequently, from top to bottom, his hair and clothing changed dramatically.

The long hair was gently blown up by the yin wind, a blue robe, and the blue hairband tied to the long hair floated behind him, the whole person's temperament was different, or was Zhang Heng himself born for ancient costumes?

The sudden kingly aura and sense of justice are very similar to the blue-clothed young man in his dream.

Or is it all a coincidence? Even the sword in his hand was exactly the same as that of the young man, but he didn't expect that even his appearance had become his appearance now.

Zhang Heng didn't know what that young man looked like, he only knew his clothes and dress, but Zhang Heng himself was not bad, and now he showed a handsome appearance with ancient costumes.

But Zhang Heng not only didn't doubt this dress, but also recognized the sword in his hand, the Blood Ling Sword!

The process of crafting this sword is very complicated, success and failure are only a matter of one thought, and not only that, but it is absolutely impossible for this sword to make a second one.

The necessary requirement for this sword is that it requires a lot of blood to polish, and it can only be built on time at one o'clock in the morning.

The blood-red lines made the Blood Ling Sword murderous, and there was a faint red light on the sword body.

All the ghosts who bowed their heads to make dolls raised their heads and looked at Zhang Heng with evil eyes.

Finding the appearance of human beings, they all rushed to Zhang Heng frantically, wanting to peel off his skin and make it into dolls, these ghosts are now irrational.

Stepping over the skinless corpses all over the ground, the blood was squeezed out again after being trampled, and they shook quickly towards Zhang Heng as if they had no bones, and some even crawled directly towards Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng glanced at the Blood Ling Sword, his eyes were full of the feeling of reunion after a long absence, as if he was intoxicated with his own world, and he was not nervous at all with the danger in front of him.

After a distance of one meter remained, Zhang Heng suddenly looked at them, and with a sword slash, the blood-red light slashed horizontally, separating the ghost's stomach from the upper body, and then turned into smoke, and the soul flew away.

Other ghosts also rushed towards him in all directions, and after one turned and flew up a meter, a circle of blood-red light spread in a circle under his feet, and the ghost's neck was split in two wherever the red light passed.

After landing, all the ghosts that came up could not escape the sword shadow, so that the souls flew away.

Whether it is swordsmanship or pace, or fighting style and combat experience, it can be seen that it is not done by ordinary people.

Now not only Song Ying and Gu Chenchen's identities are a mystery, but even his own identities are also a mystery.

He shuttled through the ghosts, so fast that he could only see his remnants and the shadow of the sword that had not yet disappeared.

The bright red blood swayed freely, and the entire factory became hell, and Zhang Heng was the Hell Shura.