This pitch-black world was shrouded in a terrible black fog, and the heavens and the earth were darkened, losing their color, and they were completely black and white.

Above the nine heavens, a round of blood-colored sun, hanging overhead, revealing an indescribable charm.

At first glance, there is not much strange about the blood-colored day, but if you look closely, you will find that where is the big day, it is a blood-colored eyeball.

The black earth is also pitch black, the ground is covered with white bones, the corpses are all over the field, the blood flows like a river, and there is no end in sight.

In the black world, the air is turbid and full of poisonous miasma, and if you smell it for a long time, you may even be corroded by the body.

Zhang Fan was standing on the black ground at this time, and there was a soft feeling under his feet, which was the soil covered by countless corpses.

"Welcome to ...... My Ghost Realm - Hungry Ghost Realm! I'm going to bury you here today!! In the black sky, Li Caoyi was fluttering in red, windless, and his figure was suspended there, letting out a crazy sick laugh.

"Come!" Zhang Fan spit out a word contemptuously with a provocative tone. If it is still the previous parasitic spirit, Zhang Fan does not have the confidence to dare to confront Li Caoyi head-on, but now, it is completely different.

The terrifying parasitic spirit, its supernatural spirit, seems to have made a qualitative leap, Zhang Fan has an intuition, if he encounters the dream demon on the border of hell this time, he is sure that he will not be killed more than a dozen times by the other party's gaze.

At the very least, it can go from a dozen deaths in an instant, to five or six deaths, or even less.

"Humble bug, let me show you today, the gap between you and me!" Li Caoyi's eyes were cold, and before the words fell, he snapped and snapped his fingers.

With the snapping of his fingers, the originally calm black world trembled violently, and the shriveled and tattered rotting corpses came out of the earth from under the earth.

The number of these corpses is extremely large, and the gaze is cursory, thousands, or even more, and there is no end in sight.

The infinite corpses stood up, raised their heads to the sky, and let out a terrible howl, and they staggered and shook their bodies, turning their heads in the direction where Zhang Fan was.

"Hungry...... Hungry ......" The sound of hunger came from the mouths of countless resurrected corpses, and gradually became one, like a wave, stretching endlessly, from far to near.

When Zhang Fan saw this scene, his face was calm, no joy and no fear. Carrying the parasitic spirit, at this time, the seven emotions and six desires for the living have fallen to the lowest, painless and unconscious, completely affected by the terrible spirit of the parasitic spirit.

This situation is very weird, Zhang Fan has an illusion that if he is immersed in it for too long, he may completely lose all the emotional colors and desires in this aspect as a living person in the future.

Once you lose the seven emotions and six desires of a living person, there is no difference between it and the living dead of the walking dead. Zhang Fan closed his eyes and began to mobilize the power of the parasitic spirit.

After closing his eyes, Zhang Fan threw himself into it. At this moment, his heart suddenly brightened, obviously with his eyes closed, but Zhang Fan could still clearly see the scene outside.

He saw that at this moment, around him, there were many unsightly figures standing.

Among these figures, there are ghost children in black coats, women squatting on the ground in white skirts, old men dressed like old farmers with a straw rope made of grass stems tied around their waists, crazy women wearing white groups with teeth and claws, and young miners wearing miner's lamps all over their bodies...... In addition to them, there was a blood-colored figure with no skin, and a bloody blood tree...... These figures, all of which could not be seen clearly, were covered by terrifying spirits.

And at the forefront of these figures, there stood a woman in red with unclear appearance, black hair reaching to her waist, and a tall, bumpy figure.

The supernatural horror emanating from the woman in red is incomparable, and it cannot be described in words, as if you will be cursed by the supernatural power contained in the woman in red after staring at it for a long time.

Unspeakable, unhearable, unseeable, indescribable, and unindescribable. The moment Zhang Fan saw the woman in red, two lines of tears flowed from his originally closed eyes.

This woman in red...... It may be Feng Hui who was devoured by the parasitic spirit. Any powerful ghost that is devoured by the parasitic spirit will turn into a new supernatural power, accompanying Zhang Fan's left and right.

"Feng Hui......" Zhang Fan muttered with a complicated expression. After a long time, Zhang Fan exhaled a breath of turbidity, and made up his mind that he would definitely do everything to find the second parasitic spirit to rescue Feng Hui.

Forced to calm down his mood, Zhang Fan's heart moved, chose the old farmer, and looked over.

At this moment, with Zhang Fan's selection, the black world suddenly changed, one after another, the slings made of grass stems fell from the sky, these slings were overwhelming, dense, boundless, and appeared in almost every inch of the black world.

There are a lot of those terrible corpses, but the number of these hanging ropes is even more, and each average corpse will be accompanied by three or even four hanging ropes, weirdly put on its neck, strained suddenly, and then hung in the air, and then belonged to the parasitic spirit, the terrible ghost suppression ability was activated in an instant, and these corpses lost any movement in a flash, and the spirit was completely suppressed.

There is no end, and the terrible supernatural that belongs to the parasitic spirit is not over yet. Under the first round of supernatural attacks on the ropes, the second round of attacks came again.

Li Caoyi...... Li Caoyi......" The ethereal voice rang intermittently in Li Caoyi's ears, wanting him to agree or turn back.

"What?" Li Caoyi was stunned when he heard this, and was a little surprised, because he suddenly heard his old lady keep calling his name in his ear.

This kind of long-lost is very intimate, and the voice from his mother, like a carving knife, is prying the memories that he has sealed in his heart little by little.

Li Caoyi was born in a very distant era from today, which was the war-torn Republic of China period. When he was young, his family was very poor, he couldn't open the pot, his father was pulled by the warlord to be a soldier soon after he was born, and he has not returned home, it seems that he died on the battlefield, he is the only child in the family, and his wife went out alone to beg for food in order to support him.

Although he received very little food at a time, he could barely fill his stomach and not starve to death.

In this way, under the hard work of his wife, he finally grew up and found a job as a coachman pulling cars outside.