Liang Xingyang showed a smile, his purpose of bringing Yang Jian here was achieved.

If he wants to swallow the ghost eye alone, he doesn't need to take Yang Jian with him at all.

Who is not tempted by the famous ghost eyes, opening the five-layer ghost snake can send away the powerful ghost, opening the six-layer ghost snake can freeze reality, and opening the seven-layer ghost snake can restart against the sky.

It's just that the ghost eye is too terrifying, except for copying Yang Jian's old path, he can't suppress the revival of the ghost eye at all.

As the old saying goes: don't do that porcelain work without diamonds.

Who is Yang Jian, the protagonist, the son of luck.

He doesn't feel that he has the crazy energy of Yang Jian when he is facing the line of life and death?

It's a small thing to talk about the pattern of killing the Quartet, and the premise of the person who laughs last is to live to the end.

You can't just stare at Yang Jian and kill the Quartet, every step of the other party can be described as terrifying.

Maybe later, the Lord of the Ghost Eyes nailed to the bone tree will come to the door.

Liang Xingyang is a sober person in the world, and he clearly knows that his greatest reliance is to know the plot of the original work.

At present, the most important thing is to survive the incident of the seven ghosts knocking on the door.

As for the coffin nails, or even the Lord who tried to control the ghost eyes, he could get nothing, and he could accept it.

Butterfly wings incite more, pry more, with Yang Jian as a backer, what else do you need to work on.

In case of danger, a phone call shakes the person over and just lies down.

As for the terminal illness, after learning that this is the world of mysterious resuscitation, he didn't pay attention to it.

Isn't Wang Xiaoqiang's ghost skeleton an excellent object to control!

What? Feng Quan? I don't know, do I know him well?

The corners of Liang Xingyang's mouth curled, and he watched Yang Jian struggle in pain on the ground for a while.

The pain came and went quickly, and Yang Jian lay on the ground in prostration, escaping death, and at this time he had successfully controlled the ghost eye.

After Liang Xingyang saw that the skin on the back of the other party's hand was torn and a red eye appeared, a terrifying feeling still arose in his heart.

Ghost, unknown.

There was darkness all around him, but he knew that Yang Jian could already see through the darkness, so he said, "Congratulations to you Yang Jian, you have become a ghost master. ”

"Someone like Zhou Zheng?" Yang Jian chewed on the three words of the ghost handler, thoughtfully.

"Look around, is there a bone tree?" Liang Xingyang reminded.

Yang Jian glanced around in surprise and asked dumbly, "You are not a ghost master, how do you know?" ”

This Liang Xingyang must have a big secret on him, as if he is familiar with everything here.

Liang Xingyang excused himself: "Fang Jing's human skin paper told me, take me over, here is our hope to limit the old man." ”

Yang Jian frowned and said, "What is human skin paper?" ”

Liang Xingyang didn't answer, and Yang Jian compromised.

Led by Yang Jian, Liang Xingyang unbelievably walked through the darkness and saw a tall black shadow dripping with water and being nailed to a tree.

Liang Xingyang pointed to the tall black shadow and said: "This is a very terrifying ghost, if you can nail such a terrifying ghost, this coffin nail will definitely be able to nail that terrifying old man." ”

Yang Jian was silent for a while, and objected: "Pull out this nail and release another ghost, we are likely to be killed on the spot." ”

"The ghost who was nailed by the coffin nailed didn't recover so quickly, I'm not sure what danger will happen next, I hope you can save me at a critical moment, I can hand over the human skin paper to you for safekeeping." Liang Xingyang said after thinking.

The ability of human skin paper is omniscient, and Yang Jian does not know how many times, it is a chicken rib for Liang Xingyang, but on the contrary, it is a natal artifact-level existence for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked at Liang Xingyang in surprise, and finally nodded in agreement.

If he released the ghost, he would be killed on the spot, and Liang Xingyang, as an ordinary person, would inevitably die, and Yang Jian knew that he would not be so stupid.

Yang Jian was tempting, but he didn't expect to get the human skin paper by accident.

Liang Xingyang doesn't care, anyway, Yang Jian is his big backer in the future. How many times the human skin pits him, how many times can he save him.

It is best to use human skin paper to make Yang Jian owe favors.

Liang Xingyang tried his best to keep his heart like water, according to the plot, Yang Jian wrapped the coffin nail with gold leaf, and borrowed the power of the headless ghost to easily pull out the coffin nail.

But at the moment, where to find gold leaf, you can only take the risk and try it.

lost sensation in his left hand, so Liang Xingyang immersed himself in the tall black shadow with his right hand, grabbed the coffin nail tightly, pulled it back hard, and pulled it out easily.

This may be very shadowy, and it has nothing to do with weight.

Suddenly, just as Liang Xingyang brought out the coffin nail with his right hand, the black surface of the tall black shadow broke like a calm water surface at once, and the black shadow aura invaded his right arm in a short period of time.

The arm seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel needles, a trace of blood gushed from the pores, and the arm was like a leaky balloon.

Wisps of black flesh pierced into the bones like tentacles, dragging Liang Xingyang, as if they wanted to pull him into the tall black shadow.

A strong crisis loomed over him, and Liang Xingyang kept struggling.

Seeing this, Yang Jian, who was on the side, made a decisive move, pulled his shoulders and retreated.

The red eyeballs on the back of Yang Jian's hand were also emitting red light, tearing the shadow tentacles that were sticking to Liang Xingyang.

The tall black shadow was confined by the coffin nail for too long and almost fell into a dead machine, even if it was a supernatural instinct reaction, it was fatal to ordinary people.

Part of the torn black shadow tentacles retracted into the tall black shadow, and the other part of the fracture actually drilled into Liang Xingyang's right arm.

The heart-rending pain made Liang Xingyang dimly see the beckoning of heaven.

If the pain is graded at ten levels, Liang Xingyang thinks that he feels the pain at the sixth level.

Level 7 is the pain of a pregnant woman's childbirth, and Liang Xingyang thinks that he can't experience this pain, so he only classifies the pain as level 6.

"Ah......h

No matter how miserable Yang Jian screamed in the ghost eye, Liang Xingyang felt that he had far exceeded his decibels.

He received a very small part of the supernatural power of the tall black shadow.

Or rather, he was polluted by supernatural powers.

Liang Xingyang fainted and had a nightmare in his sleep.

In the dream, he was grabbed by the neck by a tall black shadow, and was hugged up, and the huge force quickly pressed him into his body, and the strong feeling of suffocation made him struggle like a fish out of water.

It wasn't until I woke up sweating profusely that I realized that I had returned to the class door.

It seems that Yang Jian brought himself out, and after moving his right hand, he found that his strength had become very strong.

The knocker didn't know where he had gone, and Yang Jian was talking to Zhou Zheng.

Hey, something on his waist.

Liang Xingyang took it out and found that it was a rusty coffin nail, and he was inexplicably relieved.

It seems that Yang Jian saved himself and has not taken away the coffin nails.

"Because I am a criminal policeman and a ghost handler, the only people who can deal with ghosts are people like us, if we are greedy for life and afraid of death, this world will be over. I am engaged in this job not only for the country, for the people, but also for my family and myself. ”

The corners of Zhou Zheng's mouth twitched, seeing that he was about to die, the pain became more and more intense, and he roared at Yang Jian: "What are you still doing here, hurry, go quickly." ”

Liang Xingyang hurriedly got up and said to Yang Jian urgently: "Maybe the human skin paper can save Zhou Zheng." ”

Yang Jian nodded and took out the human skin paper, Liang Xingyang raised the coffin nail and said quickly: "Tell me the way to save Zhou Zheng, don't curse me to death, otherwise you will see if I will pierce you." ”

The handwriting on the vellum disappeared quickly, as if he was afraid of a murderer like Liang Xingyang, "My name is Liang Xingyang...... I really want to save Zhou Zheng, but the ghost baby in his belly has been officially revived, which can't be done at all." At 8:30, before the ghost baby was officially born, I nailed the ghost baby with a coffin nail, and Zhou Zheng survived. ”

Liang Xingyang looked at the bell in the class and found that it was already 8:30.

The second hand is moving slowly, and soon the number twelve will turn.

There are always pitfalls in the way that the skin paper gives, but the skin never lies.

However, the time was too short, and there was no time for him to think about it.

Liang Xingyang could only pick up the coffin nail and walk towards Zhou Zheng: "Zhou Zheng, I said that I would come back to save you, but I didn't break my promise." ”

"Liang Xingyang, come on, give it a go, life and death, I don't blame you." Zhou Zheng's face turned pale and said in pain.

A small baby hand with sharp nails scratched Zhou Zheng's belly inside, making a rattling sound, as if it was about to burst out of the abdomen in the next moment.

Liang Xingyang's eyes froze, aiming at the outline of the ghost baby on his belly, fast and ruthless, and nailed the ghost baby with a coffin nail.

The ghost baby in the stomach trembled all over, the weird laughter stopped abruptly, and the little hand suddenly softened weakly.

looked at the clock on the wall of the class, the minute hand just advanced one square, at eight thirty-one, just when Liang Xingyang breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly.

Zhou Zheng's eyes bulged, the whole person arched his waist suddenly, and after exhaling his last breath with a hideous face, and then on the side of his head, his breath was cut off.

He's dead.

The ghost baby was confined, but Zhou Zheng still died.

Liang Xingyang watched in disbelief as Zhou Zheng went limp and lost his life.

The ghost baby ate up Zhou Zheng's internal organs, and normal people would have died a long time ago. Liang Xingyang restrained the ghost baby with coffin nails, and Zhou Zheng lost his supernatural power to sustain his life, and he died.

Yang Jian was also sad, and suddenly saw a line of words on the parchment come out again: At 8:30, Zhou Zheng survived...... That's impossible, at 8:31, Zhou Zheng was killed by me...... Hey.

An eerie smiling face appeared on the parchment, and quickly disappeared.

Yang Jian's hands and feet were cold in an instant.