A surging eerie green ghost fire spilled out from where the mirror ghost's cloak was shattered, and the burning flames instantly engulfed the ghost hand, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, unable to break free or extinguished.

As time passed, the ghost fire burned more and more vigorously.

The ghost's hands were burned by the ghost's fire, the knuckles made a stiff click, and the supernatural began to be suppressed.

"Crackling."

Fingers were burned off, and then the whole hand was gone.

It's just a supernatural derivative, and it can't resist the burning of the ghost fire at all.

The ghost fire even ignited the ghost chair, and the miserable green ghost fire shrouded the chair.

The red lacquer paint on the chair became brighter and brighter under the ghost fire, as if it was emitting a red light.

A minute later, the red paint on the ghost chair was only the size of a fingernail, and it seemed that he was not too afraid of the ghost fire.

But the burning of the ghost fire is continuous, and a ghost chair can't last long.

Liang Xingyang was more worried that Li Jun's corpse would be squeezed out of the mirror space by the darkness, so that as long as the ghost fire was transformed into a cold aura again, he would be completely helpless.

The woman in white also crawled under the skin of a ghost hand with sharp nails, but before she could swim away, the suppression of the coffin nail took effect, and the ghost hand was suppressed to death.

If the ghost hand appears outside the body, or it will not be suppressed by the coffin nail, but it happens to appear under the skin and is regarded as one by the coffin nail, and the spirit is directly suppressed by the coffin nail.

At this time, the blood-stained table knife stuck in the back was also squeezed out by the ghost fire, and it landed on the chair with a clanging sound, and the sound was especially prominent in the silent auditorium.

Liang Xingyang moved his fingers, feeling that his body had regained some control: "The supernatural power that guides consciousness, and this weird drama will gradually deepen its impact on consciousness with the passage of time." ”

Although the body has regained some mobility, the consciousness is like dozing, and there is a tendency to fall asleep unconsciously during the process of listening to the play.

The supernatural power is so unreasonable, once you can't stay up and fall asleep, I'm afraid you won't be able to wake up again.

It's a test of willpower.

But how can human consciousness compare to the consciousness of ghosts, so there are ghost riders who vainly try to use their consciousness to control powerful ghosts, but instead they are eroded by powerful ghosts.

There is a buffer period in between, and if you want to get out of trouble, you must first get rid of this ghost as soon as possible, and then escape.

"We can't wait for the ghost fire to burn down the ghost chair and get out of trouble, we must continue to act."

Liang Xingyang gritted his teeth, the movement of his body recovered a little, and the arm of the ghost holding his waist began to loosen, obviously the ghost fire was burning to increase the supernatural suppression, and the impact on the ghost chair was also deepening.

But he was in a very poor mental state, and his mind was filled with a strong feeling of sleepiness that had not slept for three days, tormenting his will.

There was also a voice in his head, constantly bewitching him to give up the act of struggling, as long as he slept comfortably.

Liang Xingyang stretched out his hand to the blood-stained dinner knife with the speed of a snail, grabbed the handle with all his might, and slashed it towards the red lacquered chair.

Because of the lack of strength, only a shallow scratch was left on the red paint.

The ghost fire took advantage of the situation and found a breakthrough, and the suppression of the ghost chair deepened partially.

Body control is taken back.

He took out a red ghost candle just as he wanted to light it with the ghost fire.

Just when Liang Xingyang was happy in his heart, the surging ghost fire seemed to stand still in time, and suddenly turned into a cold aura and dissipated.

The mirror ghost's coat was completely shattered, and it turned into a tall phantom and merged into Liang Xingyang's body.

"Not good."

The cold arms stretched out by the ghost chair hugged him tightly again, and the lower half of his body instantly lost consciousness, as if frozen by a piece of cold ice.

And at this moment, the white core of the ghost candle was ignited, and a miserable green circle of light appeared on the candle, the circle of light was so beautiful in Liang Xingyang's eyes, and the candlelight emitted out, covering a range of about four meters.

The ghost candle burned violently, because there were traces of ghosts in the candlelight range, and the candlelight was oppressed.

At the same time, the ghost chair was also suppressed by the ghost candle, and the ghost stretched out his arms and quickly released Liang Xingyang's waist, and quickly retracted.

Liang Xingyang was bounced up by a supernatural force, and he stumbled and almost didn't stand firm.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person seemed to collapse.

The ghost chair ran away, moving sideways out of the range of the candlelight.

Not only that, but several ghost chairs sitting on the surrounding ghosts were also quickly retreating, and the feet of the chairs made a screeching sound from the ground to avoid the illumination of the candlelight.

Now is not the time to sigh, he put away the blood-stained table knife, and came to the woman in white with a ghost candle.

"The coffin nail is related to Zhao Kaiming's transaction, and he shoulders the heavy responsibility of imprisoning the starving ghost, so he can't be abandoned here."

"The ghost candle can't resist the bewitchment of Xiyin's consciousness for me, but the supernatural power of Xiyin's forcible manipulation of the body has disappeared under the influence of the ghost candle."

"You can't stay in this ghost place for too long, so you have to leave quickly after taking the coffin nail."

Under the influence of the drama, Liang Xingyang's dark circles gradually deepened and turned into a humanoid giant panda.

And yet at this moment.

The countless shadow puppets on the stage seemed to be attracted by the ghost candles, and more than a dozen complete human skins flew down, flying around the candlelight of the ghost candles, flying around the periphery, the wind gusted, this scene was like a moth fighting a fire in the night.

The ghost candle burned even more violently, and the green candle flame swelled violently.

The woman in white stared, and at this moment her eye circles completely changed to a panda style, and she looked at the person who came over in disbelief.

Because of the collapse of the mirror ghost's coat, Liang Xingyang regained his appearance, and the woman in white didn't know that Li Jun's identity was Liang Xingyang.

Her eyes turned from joy to despair, even if someone strayed into this ghost place and sat on it in her place, she was still suppressed by the coffin nails, her body could not move, and she could not escape at all.

Life is really lonely as snow.

The next moment, her eyes became extremely surprised, and the man actually reached out to pull out the coffin nail around his neck.

"Quick, pull it out."

The woman in white shouted loudly in her heart.

Liang Xingyang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, looked up at the human skin that flew on it like a desperate ghost, and looked down at the ghost candle that burned a third in a short period of time, and couldn't help but be shocked.

"No, no, don't stop."

The woman in white suddenly froze when she saw Liang Xingyang pulling out the nails, and her heart became anxious.

Liang Xingyang looked at the woman in white who was tied to the ghost chair and straightened her waist to watch the play, and his heart moved.

He hooked his foot to the ghost chair that wanted to get out of the candlelight, and carefully lifted the hem of the white dress, revealing two dry skinny thighs under the hem.

He buried his head in and took a look.

The woman in white was stunned for a moment, and then a monstrous anger appeared in her eyes.

If eyes could kill, the little man in front of him would have died under her ten thousand arrows piercing her heart.

She kept roaring in her heart: "Hooligans, perverts, disciples, bastards, the old lady killed you." ”

"Hey, that raincoat isn't here." Liang Xingyang retracted his head in disappointment, holding the ghost candle in one hand, and reaching into the collar of the woman in white with the other, touching it, but not touching it, "Isn't it still here?" ”

Liang Xingyang suddenly felt a little cold in his hands, and there were two drops of water dripping on his arm, only to realize that it was helpless tears flowing from the widening eyes of the woman in white.

Liang Xingyang was stunned for a moment, and then pouted, with this dry and skinny body, what did he think he would do?

Didn't see anything!

He reached deeper into the dress, and finally reached for the sheer raincoat that was hidden.

The woman in white looked at Liang Xingyang's pouting, and then thought of her withered body, and suddenly felt sad, and tears couldn't stop flowing.