Across the turquoise eerie hotel aisle, a tall black shadow approached her.

A black and smelly face, eyes that constantly flow out of corpse water, wearing an old coat and a tall and burly body, like a ghost out of hell, wandering aimlessly in the narrow corridor.

The dead Li Qingzhi was holding a firewood knife full of gaps, facing here, and walked towards this side step by step.

The place where you walked left a trail of black footprints, which were the ground stained with the formation of rotting corpse water.

"The more terrifying the ghost, the greater the restrictions, this wandering male corpse is very special, does not have the characteristics of random killing, only by touching the corpse, stepping on the footprints or handprints will trigger the killing law, and then attack the living through the supernatural medium."

Liang Xingyang muttered, his whole body glowing with green light, suspended in mid-air like a ghost, blocking the path of the tall male corpse.

A miserable green ghost fire was held in the palm of his hand, and under the raging flames was a rusty coffin nail, even if it burned all the supernatural ghost fires, it could not burn a single rust spot on the coffin nail.

"This old coat may also be a supernatural object, not only covering the whole body, but also wrapping the neck inside the coat. It seems that it can only nail the head of this ghost. ”

Liang Xingyang stared at the ghost's head, his body flashed away in the ghost, and moved to the back of the tall male corpse.

"Hell, if it's a corpse, just lie down."

Clenched his fists hard, the ghost fire held in his palm began to condense, his five fingers opened suddenly, and the coffin nail in the ghost fire was shot out at an extremely fast speed.

The tall male corpse that walked silently paused, and a flying nail stuck in the back of his head, and a thick corpse water gurgled out of the wound.

"Bang."

The tall male corpse fell straight down, with a loud bang in the silent hallway.

Liang Xingyang immediately approached at this time, the fierce ghost who was nailed by the coffin nail would definitely not have the ability to act again, and the replacement time of the mirror ghost's coat was very short, and he had to speed up.

Once the mirror ghost's cloak collapses, he will once again fall into a state where the balance of the ghost in his body is broken, and his body will lose his ability to move, and if he encounters the newspaper ghost again, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The turquoise ghost snake covered the past, and this time the ghost snake was not affected by the supernatural and left a vacancy, but instead shrouded the tall male corpse smoothly.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were blazing, looking at the tall male corpse that fell to the ground, and the other party was suppressed by the coffin nails and remained motionless.

Thick brown corpse water was constantly spilling from the corpses, and a strong corpse stench filled the hallway.

Liang Xingyang didn't think much about it, he directly reached out and held the firewood knife, pulled it hard, and under the pressure of the coffin nail, the firewood knife was smoothly freed from the hands of the tall male corpse who fell into silence.

The firewood knife, which was stained with smelly mud, rusty, and full of chips, fell into Liang Xingyang's hand.

"Click."

There was a subtle sound of a mirror shattering from the pocket.

Liang Xingyang quickly pulled out the coffin nail from the back of the corpse's head, and then used the ghost to turn into a rainbow, and a blue-green meteor ignored the thick walls of the hotel and flew out of it.

After a while, the tall male corpse got up from the ground, and the rotting corpse left a humanoid silhouette on the ground, and the fierce ghost, who had lost his firewood knife, slowly moved into a dimly lit aisle.

"Bang."

The door to room 13 was opened, and a woman with a ponytail walked out of the room with a face.

If Zhang Gao was here, he would definitely be able to recognize the woman with the ponytail as Tong Qian, but the face that the woman was holding in her hand was also Tong Qian's face.

"Giggle~"

Tong Qian had a smile on her face, and a strange oozing laugh came out of her mouth, this laughter came from the hallway and spread towards the stairs.

In the Caesars Hotel, the dead corpses, the dead people suddenly showed an extremely strange smile on their faces, and all of them were transformed into ghost slaves by the newspaper ghosts, and they got up from the ground one after another.

The newspaper ghost possessed Tong Qian's body, and just now succeeded in seizing the grimace on the back of Tong Qian's head.

If Liang Xingyang had stepped into rooms 13 and 31 first, he might have been able to prevent this from happening.

……

The turquoise firelight dissipated into a gloomy aura in the high-end hotel room.

The mirror ghost was in a state of nothingness in reality, and after the collapse of his coat, he directly integrated into Liang Xingyang's body.

"Puff~Puff~"

After fifteen minutes, the sound of his heartbeat was suppressed, and Liang Xingyang was so pale that there was no trace of blood, until his internal balance was restored, and he sat up on the soft big bed in the hotel.

"The degree of recovery of the ghost heart is too high, and it takes a lot of time to restore the balance of the ghost every time."

"It's a trivial flaw, but it's particularly fatal." Liang Xingyang climbed down from the bed, frowned and thought slightly, "We must find a way for the ghost heart to die as soon as possible." ”

Liang Xingyang glanced at Li Jun's corpse that was nailed by a coffin under the bed, and looked at the strange chai knife beside him with a slight movement of his eyes: "As long as the medium is triggered, with one knife, the living can be dismembered even with a powerful ghost, and with a complete ghost, it is simply mastered by the terrifying power of God to block and kill God." ”

However, this supernatural item does not match him, even if he chooses to dismember the human skin paper directly with a chai knife without relying on the medium, the curse of the chai knife will erupt in the same position on his body, forming the same wound.

And Yang Jian is different, he inherited the ghost of Li Qingzhi, the older generation of ghost riders in the Republic of China, and this firewood knife is his exclusive weapon.

"Since you have worked hard to get the firewood knife, even if you are desperately rotting your body by the curse of the firewood knife, you have to force a way to find the source of the human head balloon in the mouth of the human skin paper."

After Liang Xingyang made up his mind, he took out a note from his pocket, with several lines of black distorted handwriting on the front and a color photo on the back.

The request of the ghost cabinet was for him to find the half-rotten face of the source of the human head balloon in the photo, not to ask Liang Xingyang to imprison the human head balloon.

It's just that the killing law of the human head balloon is like a shadow hanging in his heart, and directly finding out the source may trigger the killing law, attack the human head balloon, and fall into the trap of death.

Liang Xingyang rubbed the photo, with a half-rotten face staring at the camera, and his gray-white eyes were extremely penetrating.

It was in this sense of crisis that he did not dare to lose his head in search of the sky.

In the corner of the hotel room, there are two gold chests. One is holding the human skin, and the other is holding the ghost rope.

"The human skin paper swallowed three terrible ghosts with a low level of terror, and it is already dangerous. In addition, you can predict information in advance and judge the danger, so the first thing you have to do is block the other party's escape route. ”

Liang Xingyang hesitated for a moment, but decided to take out a small mirror and start to replace the ghost fire suppressed by the coffin nails again.

The turquoise firelight flickered again, and the room was enveloped.

Liang Xingyang used tools to violently open the gold box containing the human skin.

He held a rusty coffin nail in his left hand and a firewood knife full of gaps in his right hand, and stared at the contents of the box with blazing eyes.

The box that was opened.

There was a dark brown piece of vellum, lying quietly motionless in it.

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