The ghost call is striking again!

Ignoring the corner of the shade cloth that had been lifted, I sped up the speed at which I applied it, and as the area covered by the grave enlarged, the shade cloth was lifted more and more slowly.

The grave covered the entire shade cloth, and the corner that had been lifted up slowly calmed down, covering He Meng's body again.

The grave temporarily blocked the ghost call's movement.

I didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and I didn't stop until I used up all the grave soil.

At this time, He Meng only had one head left outside the shade cloth, because of the weight of the grave, it was a little difficult to breathe, and his originally normal face became a little pale.

While the grave blocked the ghost's call, it also blocked its control over He Meng, and I could even see He Meng's eyelids trembling, as if he would wake up at any time.

A few seconds passed, and the ghost call finally struck.

A palm print was suddenly pressed out of the grave on one side, and under the palm, the wet grave soil began to dry and crack, cracking out one after another, and the range continued to expand.

The shade cloth began to protrude, and the dry grave soil turned into dust and fell down.

The Hundred Ghost Solid Grave Method cannot stop the erosion of ghost phones.

I'm not in a hurry, the current Hundred Ghost Solid Grave Method has not yet been completed.

I lit the incense again, and sprinkled the paper money into the brazier that I had prepared earlier, and the flames rose, and countless paper ashes swirled in the air and floated throughout the space.

If there are no hundred ghosts, how can it be called a hundred ghosts and solid graves.

The opening window began to blow in gusts of cold wind, and the lights in the room began to flicker.

A vague stench permeated the room.

Faintly audible, subtle footsteps could be heard all over the room.

The faucet in the bathroom was suddenly turned on, and the sound of rushing water seemed to be mixed with sighs.

As time passed, in the smoke that was rising, figures loomed.

The paper ashes in the scattered room disappeared strangely, and the figures that suddenly appeared in the room became clearer, and they continued to approach the grave while devouring the green smoke paper ashes.

These are either lonely spirits or owners of the grave who have been attracted by their own grave, and they enjoy the incense I offer, and under the traction of the grave, they gradually merge with the grave.

After each figure merges, the wet grave soil will become dry, unlike the grave touched by the ghost phone, this dryness is more like the existence of turning the grave soil from dirt to steel.

More and more ghosts melt into the grave, which becomes more solid, expands, and is directly connected to the ghost phone.

Traces of black smoke rose from the grave that had been cracked by ghost calls, and it gradually condensed. Until the mudra disappears completely.

The ghost call was repulsed.

"Take advantage of this opportunity to move on to the next experiment."

I smiled and looked at Chen Ge, who had tried to get close to He Meng several times.

"I don't know if this ghost call will resurrect you if I kill you again?"

I picked up the white candle lit on the ground, walked directly to Chen Ge, and stabbed the flame of the white candle directly on Chen Ge's body.

Chen Ge, who was just an ordinary ghost, was powerless to resist the yang fire on the white candle, and his whole body burned violently.

I didn't stay where I was, I took two steps back, observing the changes in Chen Ge.

Strangely, the ghost call did not come to help Chen Ge. Chen Ge didn't have any reaction, as if it wasn't him who was burning, and he still kept approaching He Meng at the same frequency just now.

Once, twice, when Chen Ge approached for the third time, it became transparent, like a phantom figure finally couldn't bear it anymore and was burned by the yang fire.

As Chen Ge disappeared, the sound of the impact that had been coming from the grave came to an abrupt end.

Everything in the room is back to normal.

I waited for a few seconds, and I couldn't help but look surprised: "That's it?" ”

As if in response to my words, the next moment, a strange wave appeared in the room.

In the fluctuations, a blurred figure began to appear where Chen Ge disappeared, and Chen Ge was resurrected again.

It's just that this time the resurrected Chen Ge is even weaker, and he can't even stabilize his soul body, and he keeps swaying with fluctuations.

"Resurrected again?"

Glancing at the time, there were still 10 minutes left, and I took out the white candle again.

I didn't rush forward, until the fluctuations disappeared and Chen Ge's slightly transparent body completely appeared in front of me, and then I poked the white candle through.

Chen Ge, who became even weaker, was directly like a snowflake of flames when he touched the white candle, and it melted quickly.

Seeing that Chen Ge was about to dissipate again, the phone rang suddenly in the room.

I turned my head to look, and I saw that the landline phone on the bedside table had changed its appearance at some point, and it had become a ghost phone.

The phone kept ringing, and Chen Ge, who had been sluggish, suddenly gave up He Meng and walked towards the phone.

"The ghost call wants to help Chen Ge!"

I didn't dare to let Chen Ge pick up the phone, my hand shook, and the wax oil on the white candle in my hand was directly pulled into a line and fell in front of Chen Ge.

When the wax oil was in the air, it had already solidified, like a thin white line, which happened to collide with Chen Ge's advancing body.

The moment the wax oil touched Chen Ge's body, the solidified wax oil turned into liquid again and wrapped towards Chen Ge.

Chen Ge's transparent body became clearer, and his whole body exuded the luster of a wax figure, and the whole person froze motionlessly in place.

The phone rang suddenly, and it shook people's eardrums.

The wax oil that wrapped Chen Ge was constantly shaken off in the huge ringtone.

But my wax oil is not simple, for ordinary people, it will not do any harm except for increasing taste, but for the soul body, it is boiling hot oil.

At this time, it was not only the dried wax oil that was shaken down in the ringing, but also the pieces that were constantly overflowing with black gas.

When the entire wax oil fell to the ground, Chen Ge also turned into countless pieces, scattered on the ground, and the black gas kept coming out, and the whole person dissipated into the void again.

Chen Ge was killed again.

There was a momentary pause in the ringing of the phone, followed by a louder ringing.

The soil began to shake with the bell, and the soil that looked extremely solid continued to crack and fall in the vibration, and blood flowed out of the cracks, and screams and wails came from the grave.

The ringing of the telephone not only shook the grave, but also shook the ghosts that melted into the grave.

My face was ugly, as if an old man with a bad heart and high blood pressure came to the night club, and in the deafening music, I only felt that my blood pressure was rising, my heart was overwhelmed, and I was at risk of sudden death at any time.

"This is the second stage, when you can't complete the mission, you attack indiscriminately?"

There were only five minutes left, and I was a little hesitant to put it all together.

"Damn, fight it!"

Chen Ge was resurrected again at the huge phone ringing, but what I didn't expect was that Chen Ge's resurrection did not appear in the previous position this time, but appeared directly on the phone.

I was shocked and hurriedly adjusted the direction, but unfortunately it was still a step too late, and Chen Ge's hand was already holding the microphone.

It doesn't matter if it's unpleasant, but at the moment when Chen Ge was scattered, the microphone driven by his hand still fell to the side, and a voice came out of the microphone.