As the strength deepened little by little, Ye Feng's neck was twisted into one hundred and eighty degrees by the old woman.

Ye Feng's pupils dilated, and blood continued to ooze from the corners of his eyes, and the pain made his face distort in horror.

He couldn't figure out why the ghost shroud didn't shelter him, the ghost fang obviously bit the arm of the ghost, but suddenly fell into silence.

Ye Feng's head was directly plucked off by the ghost and thrown aside like garbage.

Ye Feng also died.

The ghost cha melted the ghost's fingers into the palm of his hand until he disappeared, and then began to peel off the ghost shroud on the corpse and put it on himself, and finally pulled the ghost tooth out of Ye Feng's chest and put it in his mouth.

Liang Xingyang was terrified, even though he had experienced a lot of supernatural events, the tragic death of Ye Feng still had a huge impact on him.

Liang Xingyang's consciousness quietly retreated, and he did his best to maintain the illusory path of Li Jun and his party.

It's just that he found that after the number of ghosts and ghosts became six, Liang Xingyang's ability to influence the dark ghosts was further deprived, like a candle flame that was about to be extinguished.

The road the size of a flashlight, under the suppression of the ghost, gradually shrunk into a hazy illusory light the thickness of a finger, and then suddenly extinguished.

Liang Xingyang completely lost the ability to influence the ghost dragon, and maybe after daylight, he would take over the ghost authority again, but it was too late by then.

He returned to the coffin consciously, ignoring Li Jun and his party.

He had to seize the time, harness the ghost heart, and get out of the coffin or hide in the mirror space in time, so that he might still survive.

The situation was completely out of control from the beginning and has now slipped into the abyss.

It's better to say that the ghost difference of S-class supernatural events can really make ghost riders desperate with a high level of horror.

Before he started to restart indefinitely, he beat a group of ghost riders to the ground.

Liang Xingyang finally had a clear understanding of the S-class supernatural event.

How many ghost riders come, they are all delivering food.

S-class supernatural events are not at all something they can deal with now.

If Li Jun and the others withdraw from the ghost snake in time, or if they can still find the mourning hall, then there is still a glimmer of life.

If not, then each has its destiny.

In the dim and gloomy mourning hall, a coffin was quietly placed in the center of the hall.

Liang Xingyang consciously returned to the coffin, and suddenly felt the darkness and depression of the ghost coffin.

He suddenly found that the ghost heart that was absorbed by the dressing mirror had completely faded from the stone skin and turned into a dry heart stained with black blood stains and flexible firewood.

The supernatural spirit of the two illusory mirror ghosts also completely completed the convergence and fusion at this moment.

The dressing mirror suddenly made a "bang" sound, completely exploded and shattered, and mirror fragments were scattered everywhere in the ghost coffin.

An illusory transparent tall phantom with a withered heart fell from the mirror and lay in a ghost coffin.

The darkness in the coffin shrouded the tall phantom, silencing all the ghosts inside.

At the same time, it gives the ethereal mirror ghost an outline.

"It finally worked."

With an indescribable joy, Liang Xingyang couldn't wait to break free from the transformation of the ghost coffin and transform his identity as a ghost into a living person again.

As long as the last step is missing.

The parchment solution is about to succeed.

After he consciously escaped from the ghost coffin.

Hands, feet, body, and head are sketched out of nothing in the dark and oppressive ghost coffin.

The limbs of the living person continued to dip into the body of the tall phantom, as if the whole body was wrapped in cold seawater, and a familiar cold aura began to erode his body.

I don't know how long it has been.

A pale and gloomy body reappeared in the ghost coffin. The empty heart is also filled with a parched heart.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were closed at this time, and his body was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

He lay quietly in the coffin, his chest undulating and his mouth and nose breathing.

The plan seems to have worked, but some accidents have happened.

He failed to open his eyes and was completely transformed into a corpse.

This coffin eventually became his home.

The trap of the parchment scheme finally broke out at this moment.

Liang Xingyang's life ended as early as the time when his heart was shattered by a bullet on the third floor of the villa.

He was just a dead man who survived on the supernatural erosion of the mirror ghost.

Now the mirror ghost's supernatural power has been silenced by the ghost coffin, and he has lost his supernatural power to sustain his life, and he can't wake up at all.

Lying in a coffin, the body will gradually lose its vitality and gradually decompose.

After all, he stepped on the trap and seemed to have killed himself.

In a dark ghostly veil.

Li Jun and his party lost the guidance of the illusory path, and could only rely on the direction they saw in their last memory to rush desperately.

In front of me is the faint and dense darkness, and behind is the countless footsteps coming out of the darkness, and the oppressive and terrifying environment makes people despair.

Li Jun, Zhao Kaiming, and Wang Yue are like travelers lost in the desert, not only suffering from the environment, but also unable to get out of their current predicament.

In the dark ghosts that they could not see, there was a group of ghost slaves dressed in linen and filial piety who followed them stiffly.

Although the ghost slaves could not step into the range shrouded in the miserable green firelight, they seemed to have been instructed to still be unwilling to let go of Li Jun and his party, and chased after them closely.

"I'm reaching the limit of my ghost." Li Jun kept looking around and said in a low voice, "Feng Quan may have had an accident." ”

"Ye Feng should be finished." Zhao Kaiming glanced at him and analyzed, "Soon, we will also be finished." ”

Wang Yue said in horror: "Li Jun, what other means do you have to use quickly, otherwise we will die." ”

Li Jun immediately said angrily: "It's all up to me, what's the use of asking you?" ”

He exuded a scorching smell all over his body, and the miserable green ghost fire started in the palm of his hand and had spread to his arm.

The astonishing pain of the ghost fire licking was endured by Li Jun's steely perseverance.

If he used it again, the fire would spread to his body, and he could be burned to death, just like a corpse being pushed into a crematorium.

Li Jun picked up the satellite positioning phone and found that it was no longer useful, and now he could not give feedback to the outside world.

Wang Yue shouted: "Zhao Kaiming, think of a way." ”

Zhao Kaiming replied: "No way. ”

"I can only fight hard, and the big deal is that the task fails."

Li Jun was under tremendous pressure, and immediately gritted his teeth, causing the ghost fire to swell, and the raging fire continued to dispel the darkness.

A group of ghost slaves behind him couldn't dodge, and all of them were ignited by the ghost fire, and they couldn't hold on for a few seconds, and they turned into ashes at once.

The ghost fire began to spread to Li Jun's body, and half of his body was ignited.

A building hidden by darkness was also illuminated by the turquoise firelight.

Immediately, everyone was transferred by the ghost and smoothly entered the mourning hall of the building.

After doing everything, Li Jun immediately weakened the ghost fire, and did not dare to continue to stimulate the revival of the ghost fire.

"Finally in."

Li Jun touched the cold sweat on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Kaiming ignored them, and after standing firm, he instead looked at the wish-making ghost sitting on the lid of the coffin.

The wishing ghost is a kind of idealistic existence, and this wishing ghost is nothing more than a wishing supernatural power exchanged for a wish sticker.

He had paid the curse of the wish sticker, which meant that one of his few relatives had lost a life again.

"If you can resurrect your family, it's worth it."

Thinking of this, Zhao Kaiming's face was gloomy.

He didn't approach the coffin, as it was evident that it had been protected by the wishing ghost.

Since Liang Xingyang guided them over, there must be some way to save his life, just when he hoped to find something useful in the mourning hall.

Wait a minute.

Zhao Kaiming's eyes shrank, and the wish-making ghost who was sitting on the coffin with his back to him suddenly moved, walked down from the coffin lid stiffly, and stretched out his hand to the coffin lid.

It, it seems, is going to open the coffin?

Zhao Kaiming was puzzled: "After guarding the coffin, I have to open the coffin." What happens when the coffin is opened? ”

Nobody knows.

Liang Xingyang's wish was to come out of the ghost coffin alive.

He was now a corpse, lying quietly in the coffin, waiting for the coffin to be reopened, so that the ghost coffin would disappear from the ghostly spirit.

As long as the suppression disappears, he will be able to harness the mirror ghost and the ghost heart and resurrect it.

And yet this moment.

"Snort."

The dim lights on the mourning hall began to flicker and flicker.

"Bang."

Li Jun suddenly found that the wooden door of the courtyard was pushed open by a huge force.

An old woman walked in slowly with heavy steps.

Wang Yue said to Zhao Kaiming in horror: "I actually chased after him, what should I do?" ”

Zhao Kaiming ignored him.

The wish-making ghost seemed to sense the arrival of the oni, and slowly released the lid of the coffin and sat down again.

The coffin was never opened.