The lobby of the Caesars Grand Hotel is huge.

Resplendent gold, brilliant lights, and luxury.

I don't see anything weird, it's a big hotel that's completely open for business.

But Tong Qian disappeared here, and the hotel was locked down five days ago and closed for recuperation.

At this time, there were two people standing in front of the hotel gate, one with a terrifying body burned by the flames, and one with a scarlet ghost eye on the door.

Normal people will be frightened by the image of the two of them, and think that the hotel has summoned two ghosts.

"Gentlemen, is there anything I can do for you?

At the front desk, a beautiful female front desk dressed in a system, with her hair coiled, was standing there, looking at this side with a professional smile.

The voice of the female front desk is soft and beautiful, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Liang Xingyang asked with a solemn face: "Hell, hand over Zhao Lei and Qian Wanhao?" ”

Yang Jian said in a low voice: "Didn't you say that this is a newspaper ghost?" Wouldn't it be enough to nail it to death with a coffin nail? ”

Liang Xingyang frowned and said, "Just in case, if the coffin nail is a ghost slave, it will be troublesome to be taken away by the newspaper ghost." ”

Next to the female front desk, two people suddenly appeared, which were classmates who escaped together in the knocking ghost incident in the seventh middle school, Zhao Lei and Qian Wanhao.

Both of them had a weird smile on their faces, looking at Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian indifferently.

"Gentlemen, is there anything I can do for you?"

The female receptionist asked again with a smile on her face.

Zhao Lei had two lines of jet-black corpse water flowing out of his eyes, looked at the two of them sluggishly and said, "Oh, it's Yang Jian, and Liang Xingyang, what are you two doing here to find us?" ”

Qian Wanhao's eyes were numb, without a trace of living emotion, and he looked at Liang Xingyang and suddenly spoke: "I know, Liang Xingyang." ”

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead turned restlessly and said, "Qian Wanhao, you are controlled by the newspaper ghost, hurry up and sober up." ”

"It's useless, they've been tampered with by the newspaper ghosts." Liang Xingyang said.

Zhao Lei suddenly spoke: "I know too, Yang Jian." ”

"What do you know?" Yang Jian asked.

"I know how you manage the ghost eye, the toilet, the weird tree, the tall black shadow nailed to the tree, the weird eye."

Yang Jian was stunned at first, and then heard Zhao Lei grit his teeth and continue: "You killed me, if it weren't for the ghost in your family, I wouldn't have become like this." ”

Zhao Lei said in a crazy tone: "And you Liang Xingyang, you obviously know that I worship the ghost master, if you hadn't told me that there was a ghost in Yang Jian's house, which aroused my curiosity, I wouldn't have become like this, it's all your fault." ”

Liang Xingyang clenched his fists, although he knew that Zhao Lei had been tampered with by the newspaper ghost and had almost become a completely new personality, but he was still angry.

Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at a few old newspapers scattered on the tiles.

"Enough!"

Liang Xingyang shouted loudly.

Then an eerie green glow began to erupt all over his body, and the ghostly glow of the fire instantly opened and enveloped the hotel lobby.

"Lao Liang, don't mess around, I won't move if the enemy doesn't move."

Yang Jian frowned, grabbing Liang Xingyang's shoulder to stop it.

Although he was also curious about how Liang Xingyang's ability to predict the prophet was obtained, what was more important was his current actions.

Acting rashly, God knows if it will upset the balance and make the incident worse.

"Puff~"

Liang Xingyang snorted coldly, not wanting to pay attention to Yang Jian, his fingers were dotted, and the first sound of his heart beating sounded, and the supernatural curse of death attacked Qian Wanhao.

The weird and weird smile on Qian Wanhao's face suddenly disappeared, and he turned into a painful look, and he fell down with his hands on his heart.

After the fall of Qian Marriott.

A strange wind suddenly blew in the lobby of the hotel.

Out of thin air, red paper flew in the sky

Every blood-stained newspaper has a living person's face, and every human face is filled with expressions of despair, pain, and collapse, which are intertwined into a viciously distorted shape, as if they are completely in hell, full of negative emotions, and one cannot see a trace of light and hope.

Each face represents the innocent people attacked by the newspaper ghost, and the desperate expression on those faces is left behind when they are attacked by the ghost, and God knows how many faces the newspaper ghost has collected during this time.

In the midst of the ghostly glow of the firelight, an abandoned, desolate street suddenly appeared.

A bench appeared at the end of the street, like a chair in a park.

On it sat a figure with a graceful woman's back, combed in a ponytail, holding a newspaper and sitting there looking down.

Motionless.

"Damn."

Yang Jian was anxious in his heart, and he cursed with swear words in his mouth, but the six ghost eyes on his body opened in unison, and the ghost eyes emitted red light, and the scarlet ghost snake emitted out.

However, the red paper flying in the sky blocked the vision of the ghost eye, and the ghost snake in Yang Jian could not invade this street.

Liang Xingyang reminded: "Be careful, this ghost took away Tong Qian's grimace." ”

"Let my headless ghost test the reality of this ghost, and you are ready to suppress this ghost with a coffin nail."

Yang Jian snorted, and a tall headless ghost figure stood up directly from behind him, with five scarlet ghost eyes nailed to the black shadow, and it was spinning restlessly.

The headless ghost left Yang Jian's side, ran over with heavy steps, and stretched out his hand to take off the head of the woman sitting on the bench.

"Giggle~"

The head of the woman sitting on the bench suddenly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, the fierce ghost turned around, Tong Qian's face with a strange smile, opened her mouth and let out a strange smile.

The strange laughter came out of surprise, instantly attacking the headless ghost, the hand composed of pitch-black shadows paused, and layers of ripples rippled on the surface of the shadow's body, and the laughter caused the headless ghost to appear in a state of stagnation for a short time.

Yang Jian was shocked and found that he could no longer control the headless ghost.

Red paper flew one by one, wanting to attack Yang Jian, but it couldn't invade the ghost of the ghost fire, and the firelight pressed the red paper and couldn't leave this abandoned street, and the red paper turned around and pasted it towards the headless ghost.

Each piece of red paper has a suppressive effect, and countless pieces of red paper fly, quickly burying the headless ghost shadow in the pile of paper.

The headless ghost remained motionless and stagnant.

Liang Xingyang saw that the headless ghost shadow was suppressed, and a burning miserable green ghost fire fell on this abandoned and desolate street.

The street was ignited in an instant, and the old and blackened green bricks shook slightly, but they still couldn't stop the ghost fire from burning violently, and the flames were spreading at an extremely fast speed.

The ghost fire engulfed a section of the street, and the street suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the old black bricks on the street were burned by the ghost fire, and the street was rapidly shortening.

"Giggle~"

The eerie laughter lingered in the ghost of the scarce streets, forming a second echo, and the speed of the ghost fire spread greatly decreased.

"Giggle~"

Soon, a third echo of mortal laughter formed.

After the ghost fire spread to a certain distance, it was no longer able to break through the range shrouded by the echo of strange laughter, as if an invisible wall blocked the path of the ghost fire.

"What should I do?" Yang Jian asked anxiously.

"Follow me."

Liang Xingyang gritted his teeth and grabbed Yang Jian and ran forward.

"Click."

He looked down at the small mirror, which was full of cracks, it was the real ghostfire instinctively resisting the captivity of the mirror space.

"Puff puff puff~"

Liang Xingyang resolutely used the supernatural power of the ghost heart, and a wonderful feeling appeared, he became able to sense the frequency of Yang Jian's heartbeat, in order not to kill Yang Jian by mistake, he controlled the heartbeat of the ghost heart to avoid this frequency.

The heart was dry, and the heart was beating hard in Liang Xingyang's strong stimulation, and three short heartbeats cursed out, and began to impact the ghost that was eroding the newspaper ghost.

"Knock~"

The three heartbeats overlapped, and quickly turned into a thrilling hammer drum sound.

Liang Xingyang's face was distorted in pain, and he barely controlled the curse of his heartbeat, and rushed through the third deadly laughter echo in the designated direction, and instantly broke through the street ghost of the newspaper ghost.

It was as if a strong wind blew into this abandoned and desolate street, and countless flying red papers were eroded and shattered by the curse, hitting Tong Qian who was sitting on a bench with a newspaper at once.

The surging and burning eerie green ghost fire also rushed desperately into the vacancy eroded by the sound of heartbeat.

After putting it on the shelves, I was actually worried that my work was not good enough, but your feedback gave the box confidence.

Last week's data was dismal, so I didn't get a recommendation this week, and it will be a little painful for a while.

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