On the bluestone streets, a group of children with white faces as if they had been smeared with flour, painted with exaggerated blush, and dressed in red and black clothes, sang obscure songs in a strange tone.

They dance a strange dance, opening the way in front of them, their movements are stiff and strange, like a marionette, which makes people feel an inexplicable sense of discomfort in their hearts when they see it, as if they are not far from death as long as they see these children dance and listen to their songs.

"What the hell is this? Why is it that after watching it for a long time, the ghosts in my body are afraid. Zhang Nong wondered.

"This is a mourned boy!" The leading female grandmaster seemed to know something about this, and she spoke: "They will haunt the streets in the middle of the night, and those who see the Sang boy will die tragically within three days, and it is said that this thing is specially for the funeral of the dying!" ”

"A group of mulberry boys appeared at the same time, and even the bloody clothes had to be avoided!"

Hearing this, everyone's brows tightened, and their eyes were a little more solemn.

At the same time, they also saw a group of mulberry boys behind them, followed by a strange person, if you don't look carefully, you will think that this is a person, and if you look closely, you will be shocked to find that these people have no face, not even a body, this is actually a piece of walking clothes!

"This is the shroud, the clothes that people wear after death, if they are not properly disposed of, will be contaminated with the resentment of life, become this kind of monster, and once wrapped in them, people will be manipulated." The Female Grandmaster continued to explain.

"And then there, the heads of those lanterns, those who died in an accident at night, who died in an accident at night, who died without light, and who died determined to illuminate others, but those who have received their favor will pay a terrible price!"

"As for the coffin-carrying ghosts with their heads down, in normal funerals, they will carry an empty coffin and put the living people passing by in it, and when the funeral is over, the living will become ghosts."

"But tonight's events are terrible, and when we encounter this gloom, there is already something in it!"

In the eyes of the female grandmaster, there was a hint of fear: "The funeral in this town seems to be particularly terrifying, and in the coffin being carried, there is actually a bloody cloth, covered in bright red, at least a high-grade bloody cloth!" ”

After she finished speaking, she looked at the figure that was rushing away again, and couldn't help but tug at the corners of her mouth: "None of this is important, the key is.... You grandmaster, is it really dead? ”

"This is a yin funeral, it is listed as a threat equivalent to a top-level bloody cloth, and it is a yin funeral with a bloody cloth, I am afraid that even the deputy director is here, and he will not dare to act rashly."

"He.... It's over, it's time to bump into the mourning team! "Female Grandmaster, her face changed abruptly.

The rest of the people present also had a trace of worry and regret in their expressions, after all, no one wanted to see a ghost exorcism master fall.

Only the people here in Central China are extremely calm.

"Don't worry, Sect Master Zhang's actions seem reckless, but he still has a number in his heart, he dares to make a move, he must be completely sure!" Guo Xue said.

She still remembered how Zhang Zichen rescued her from the Western Suburbs Hospital, there were more ghosts there than the mourning team in front of her, and there was more than one bloody clothes at the beginning.

The only thing that is more risky is that when encountering a mourning team, dozens of ghosts need to be hardened at the same time.

On the streets, there are ghosts crying and howling wolves everywhere, and in the gray-white haze, there are mysterious, terrifying figures, strange behaviors, and mysterious behaviors.

"What to do? Do you want to go on the ..... together?"

"The Grandmaster has made a move, attracting the most firepower, should we also shoot?"

"Let's fight with the Grandmaster!"

"Life and death have their own ......"

Although a group of exorcists were all afraid, they still expressed their stance one after another.

Just when the entire team was about to rush forward, Zhang Zichen in front of him was already less than three meters away from the mourning team, and he could even hear the sharp howl coming from the black coffin.

"It's miserable.... It's so miserable, we've all died so miserably...."

Hearing this voice, the corners of Zhang Zichen's mouth curled, and he smiled: "You are so right, you really will.... Died a terrible death! ”

On the way forward, his body changed, his muscles expanded, his bones made a thunderous sound, blood surged, and his muscles jumped violently.

"Puff..."

At the forefront, two mourning boys were hacked to death with knives, and on the left-hand side, four mourning boys were crushed by the protégés of the Netherworld Mountain, and blood was everywhere.

Almost instantly, the six mourning boys disappeared directly, and two of them had half of their bodies dyed red.

See this scene.

All the exorcists, ghosts, were dumbfounded.

Are you so fierce?

It's so cruel that it doesn't look like a human being!

On the street, there was a terrifying giant pit, Zhang Zichen, who was like a humanoid giant beast, slowly raised his head, his hideous face was full of tyranny, and he couldn't help but stop when he saw a group of ghosts in front of him.

“.... Hehehe, it's so miserable, you guys.... They all died so miserably! ”

Zhang Zichen's infiltrating voice continued to sound in the street, he lifted the Netherworld Mountain Gate, and rushed towards a group of people beating gongs and drums, each wearing a high pointed hat, hanging their heads, and looking weird.

"A living person? Look for death, kill him. At this time, the contents of the coffin finally could not sit still, and the terrifying man's voice rang out.

There were nine miserable white heads floating in the air, holding a lamp in their mouths, flying towards Zhang Zichen, under the light, it made people feel very comfortable, but after being illuminated for a long time, even if they were exorcists, they would be soft and lose their strength.

Then I watched as my head was cut off and made into an identical lantern.

"It's not good, the nine lamps shine down, and the ghost exorcism grandmaster can't bear it!" The leading female grandmaster, Chen Zhirou, couldn't help but shout, her team had suffered a big loss because of these headlights before, and lost two teammates.

At this time, Zhang Zichen's action of smashing at the tall hat man did not stop, facing the nine headlights, he just glanced up, and his pupils were dark at this time.

The next moment, something strange happened.

The eyes of the human headlamps turned black.

They all stopped in mid-air, and then suddenly turned their heads and flew towards the black coffin.

"What? You're crazy...."The voice in the coffin, with a hint of anger, endless blood gushed out, and the man's cold voice sounded: "One more step closer, die." ”

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