"Click."

There was a sound like glass shattering from the body, and the blood-stained table knife stabbed the endoscopic ghost, which was like a fragile glass, spreading out several cracks, and at the same time, several wounds appeared on the back as if they had been cut by sharp weapons.

A suppressive force came out of the blood-stained table knife, and Liang Xingyang lost control of his body in an instant.

At this time, the hand that was holding his neck from behind suddenly let go, and he fell from mid-air.

A hole was torn through the mirror ghost's coat, and a surging eerie green ghost fire emerged from the wound.

The woman in white collapsed to the ground as her neck was pierced by a rusty coffin nail.

The coffin nail was unsolvable, and the ability to suppress all the ghosts worked, and the woman's eyes widened, as if she were a corpse and completely unable to move.

The ghost fire ignited the white dress on the woman in white, and the ghost fire found the source of the burning, spreading like a bone appendage, covering the other person's body until it turned into an eerie green sea of fire.

Two bodies fell in the fire, seemingly burned to death.

"Click."

The fire was burning, and at the same time, the cracks in the RV's rearview mirror were slowly spreading.

The ghost fire is burning the supernatural, and the blood-stained table knife is being burned by the ghost fire, and the supernatural of the table knife is constantly being suppressed, and at the same time, it is being squeezed out little by little.

Sooner or later, control of the body will be taken back.

Waiting for Liang Xingyang's eyes to light up, he silently waited for his body to resume his actions.

"Babbling babbling~"

An ethereal and strange sound rang out from all directions.

The bytes in the voice seem to be sung in one go, and they seem to be intermittent and indistinct whispers in the ear.

Liang Xingyang's fingers moved uncontrollably, as did the woman in white who was nailed to death by the coffin nail.

This kind of weird drama is very similar to the ghost sound controlled by Lin Luomei, a member of the supernatural forum, and the ghost sound can manipulate living people and even affect the actions of powerful ghosts.

However, Lin Luomei's ghost voice was too terrifying, and in the original book, it couldn't even affect the ghost rope, and she was hung up by Yang Jian.

A group of ghosts listened to the play, the living were forbidden, and the real horror began to manifest.

Liang Xingyang and the woman in white climbed up from the ground in sync, like two puppets being manipulated.

The woman in white stood stiffly behind Liang Xingyang, her eyes full of horror, despair, hysterical anger, and more continuous remorse.

Liang Xingyang also experienced the taste of this unknown supernatural power manipulation, this supernatural manipulation was too terrifying, and directly deprived the ghost rider of body control.

"It's ...... Psychic attacks on consciousness and the like, similar to ghost dreams, nightmares, and newspaper ghosts modifying memories. ”

"No wonder, even the ghosts have to be greatly affected."

"Is it all going to end?"

His eyes were full of struggle, but his body walked uncontrollably in the direction of the stage, and the blood-stained table knife was still being squeezed out of his back.

It was too late, though.

Passing by the back row of the audience, I came directly past the bloody corpses sitting on the red lacquered chairs with straight backs and came to the front row.

It was a special place for ghosts, and as soon as they sat down, a ghost would give up their place and be imprisoned in the ghost chair.

"No, you can't give up."

Liang Xingyang walked in front and shouted silently in his heart.

The woman in white walked behind, her eyes were already lonely and dead, she accepted her fate, she had a deep understanding of the horror and despair here.

The highly terrifying drama can restrain the ghosts and red paint ghosts, and the pickpockets on the stage form a subtle balance between each other, and any people and ghosts who break into this place will be imprisoned.

The only way is not to get close to the stage, and when you are not affected by the opera, use the ghost to escape, otherwise you will definitely not be spared.

During her incarceration, she lost the concept of time.

If it weren't for the peculiarity of the white dress, she would have been peeled off by the shadow puppet ghost on the stage, her consciousness would have shifted to human skin, and finally she would have died completely.

"It's completely finished this time, this damn bastard, the next time you get out of trouble, the old lady will pinch you to death."

The woman in white had helpless tears in her eyes.

Her neck was nailed to the coffin, and if no one helped her pull it out, even if there was a chance to give up her chair next time, she would not be able to move, and she would continue to stay here and suffer from the years.

Liang Xingyang struggled to no avail, and then realized that now only by controlling the consciousness type of ghosts, or being able to start the restart, can he fight against the strange drama here.

The two of them walked through the auditorium to a remote corner, and seemed to have found a satisfactory position.

Sitting on the red lacquer chair was a strange figure.

This ghost has a huge head, but its body is like that of a child, with thin arms and legs, and its skin is covered with purple bruises.

It wasn't until Liang Xingyang paced to its side that the big-headed doll ghost slowly twisted his head, his dark little eyes reacted, jumped off the chair, and gave up his position to Liang Xingyang, who was being manipulated.

Liang Xingyang sat down expressionlessly, and the big-headed doll suddenly opened his bloody mouth and let out an extremely piercing scream.

The small dark eyes stared straight at the woman in white.

It seems that some kind of killing pattern has been triggered, or that the woman in white followed Liang Xingyang, too close to this big-headed doll and ghost, and was about to be attacked indiscriminately.

"My life is over! This unlucky bastard killed me. ”

The woman in white let out a wail in her heart, and her body couldn't move as she watched as the terrifying little ghost jumped up and climbed onto her.

The big-headed doll's dark eyes were like an abyss, and her head tilted back sharply, and then hit the chest of the woman in white like a spring.

"Click."

Even with the resistance of the white dress, the woman's chest in white was still sunken and a large piece of it, and the leaking sound of the ribs being broken came out.

At the same time, the white skirt once again had a dark red.

The white dress once again fended the woman off a death-defying supernatural attack, but the sheer force still broke the ribs in the woman's chest, causing a large chunk of her left chest to collapse.

"Boom."

The big-headed doll tilted her head, and there seemed to be a little confusion in her dark eyes. Then the woman in white fell from her body and hit her head on the ground first.

The big head is a bit heavy.

Because of the triggering of the law of killing, the big-headed doll ghost launched a mortal attack, and then directly ignored the woman in white, and quickly crawled away on all fours.

Although blood flowed from the corners of the woman's mouth, her eyes were full of happiness that she would not die.

She glared at Liang Xingyang, who was sitting on the red lacquered chair with an angry gaze, and then her body passed him uncontrollably, walked to a position in the distance, and stiffly sat on the chair that had been given up by the ghost.

Liang Xingyang's face was stiff, his eyes were bloodshot, and he saw the angry eyes of the woman in white.

It's just that he has no time to care about it, and after sitting on the ghost chair, it gives him the touch like sitting on a stiff corpse.

This kind of touch is not fake, Liang Xingyang has cold sweat on his forehead, and he feels that a pair of invisible hands have stretched out from behind him, hugging his waist, the cold breath erodes his body, and the lower half of his body slowly loses consciousness, imprisoning him on the chair.

At the same time, the outline of a small hand emerged from under his skin.

"Click~Click~"

A small hand with sharp nails kept scratching under his skin.

The little hands kept wandering, and there was no scene of skin and flesh separating, but a subtle cracking sound of the mirror cracking.

This ghost hand actually wanted to peel off the mirror ghost coat on his body.