Chapter Seventy-One: Winning
There was a major accident on this remote path.
The vehicle crashed into a wall, causing it to roll over, resulting in one death and two injuries.
A rolling head stopped.
The human head that had just left Liu Dong's body was highly decomposed at the moment, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, he exuded a disgusting smell of corpses, and his head was still shriveled, as if it had been smashed by something, and a large piece of it was sunken, and the strange thing was that he couldn't see the skull inside.
However, such a dead man's head, two gray-white eyes in his sunken sockets were turning restlessly, and this rotation had no pattern at all, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.
Liang Xingyang said calmly: "This shriveled and rotten dead head, the law of killing is to see, the living person will be killed within a few seconds of being targeted, and even the ghost will continue to be suppressed by the supernatural when it is targeted, let's go around." ”
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, revealing his original expression, without saying a word, he directly used the ghost to transfer his position.
A tall, headless ghost approached from behind the dead man's head and reached out to hold it.
"Who are you? Dare to attack our circle of friends. Wu Yun hugged the arm that jumped out of the car and broke it, and walked up and asked menacingly.
Liang Xingyang said with an unkind face: "Who are you?" ”
"We are all people in the circle of friends, do you know that our boss is Fang Shiming. I'm Wu Yun. ”
Liang Xingyang's heart sank, and the headquarters actually found the tombstone curse Wu Yun.
This person did not control the ghost in his body, balancing the four paths of the death alien curse, and the other party took the cursed path.
Because of an outdoor expedition, Wu Yunzuo carved his name on an abandoned tombstone, and since then, he has been haunted by the ghosts on the tombstone.
"Needless to say, there is no need to fight in the civil arts."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he didn't care what the other party's name was, since he was standing on the opposite side, it was a life-and-death situation.
The human head in the hand of the headless ghost suddenly aimed at this Wu Yun.
At the moment when the dead man's head was pointed at Wu Yun, the dead and empty eyes seemed to focus.
"You ......"
Wu Yun's face turned pale, he didn't expect that the other party was not frightened away when he heard Fang Shiming's name, and he started to move regardless of it, and his steps couldn't help but retreat.
His body began to be covered with blood-colored lines, which seemed to form a line like a curse.
It's just that this curse was forcibly stopped by the supernatural suppressive power of the dead man's head, so that the curse could not be revealed.
Wu Yun's face spread a dead gray, his face showed signs of decay, but his body stood stiffly and motionless.
The blood-colored lines on the skin of the body began to ooze drops of jet-black blood, which continued to flow down the body.
The tombstone curse was protecting Wu Yun from being killed by a dead man's head, but it didn't seem to work very well.
"It's not dead."
Yang Jian was a little surprised, but his face quickly showed surprise.
This shriveled and rotting dead man's head, although it is a terrifying ghost. But when it matters, it can be used as a special weapon.
There was a sudden noise in the badly damaged RV, and Bai Dai crawled out of the rubble of the vehicle covered in blood.
He was badly wounded, and if it weren't for the ghost who saved his life, he would have died in this car accident.
After Bai Dai saw Wu Yun being suppressed by the dead man's head, he became like a raging beast and rushed forward,
Liang Xingyang stood up and stopped the way of the ghost rider.
Because he didn't prepare in advance, the mirror ghost had almost no combat effectiveness, so Liang Xingyang had to use the death curse of the ghost heart.
"If you can sense the sound of the other party's heartbeat, through the heart medium, a mortal curse can solve him."
"But the frequency of this ghost rider's heartbeat is almost non-existent, which means that he is now just a corpse that relies on supernatural power to maintain his life, and it has almost become an extravagant hope to make the curse of death take effect after the heartbeat of the ghost heart's heartbeat overlaps."
"I've tried to make the three heartbeats superimposed, and the heartbeat sounds will produce abnormal changes, and the ghost's supernatural curse will form a foreign body heart beating at a fixed frequency at the heart of the target, directly circumventing the limitations of the heart as a medium."
"However, the superposition of the three will stimulate the revival of the ghost. Until now, I haven't tried two stacks, and now is the perfect time to try it. ”
"Puff~Puff~"
Liang Xingyang looked at the ghost rider who rushed over with a solemn gaze, and began to stimulate the ghost heart, and the two heartbeats covered the supernatural curse.
"It's this heartbeat sound, that is, you attacked Liu Dong secretly, and the labor and management killed you first, and then went to save Wu Yun."
Bai Dai's face was ugly, the sound of skin and flesh being torn under the exquisite suit, blood continued to ooze out from under the clothes, and a bloody arm stretched out from under the suit.
Soon a second arm popped up, and a ghost lodged in his body, and was about to come out now.
Squirmed under his clothes again, this time only a bloody palm sticking out.
As long as this bloody arm connected to the palm of his hand stretched out, it was the time for him to revive the ghost.
Bai Dai is in the supernatural circle, and his code name is a three-handed ghost.
The strange heartbeat sound spread quickly, and the ghostly curse enveloped Bai Dai, who took the initiative to rush in.
"Puff~pass, puff~, puff~"
Bai Dai locked on to the figure in front of him with his gaze, and the positions of the two sides were rapidly approaching.
He was happy in his heart, as long as the three ghost hands grabbed each other, he would win.
At this time, he didn't notice the abnormality at the mouth of his heart, he had lost his vitality, stopped beating his heart, and began to beat strangely.
The heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and at some point, it overlapped with the mortal curse heartbeat of the ghost heart.
"Hmm......"
Bai Dai's face changed suddenly, and an indescribable palpitation came from his heart.
Through the overlapping of heartbeats, the Oni Heart's mortal curse takes effect.
There was unbearable pain in his heart, and Bai Dai's expression gradually became distorted.
The two were only ten steps apart, but Bai Dai staggered and fell to the ground fiercely, his body arched like a prawn, his hands involuntarily covered his heart, his painful and twisted expression looked hideous and terrifying, his face appeared a smear of dead ash, and then his breath was completely gone.
Liang Xingyang calmly watched the other party die.
The dead corpse gradually began to squirm, and the bloody arm on the corpse was reviving, as if trying to grasp something.
"This kind of ghost that has not yet been revived can be grafted back onto another body, so that the living can inherit this ghost and become a new ghost master."
"However, this unrevived ghost can only be attacked through close contact, it is almost the same as the ghost tattoo on the back of Zhang Han who died in the hands of the ghost, and his abilities in all aspects look very poor."
After Liang Xingyang commented, he came to the RV and took out the golden suitcase where the ghost rope was kept.
"Hey, there's a little extra box here."
There was an extra palm-sized gold container in the trunk, and I don't know what was inside.
No ghost rider dares to rashly open a golden container, and there is a high probability that a terrible ghost is being imprisoned inside.
The ghost controlled by Liang Xingyang had no means to suppress the ghost rope, so he could only hand it over to Yang Jian's headless ghost shadow to suppress.
The newspaper ghost was still confined by coffin nails, just in the middle of an empty golden suitcase.
Yang Jian manipulated the headless ghost to put the dead man's head on the ground, allowing the head to continue to attack Wu Yun, while controlling the headless ghost to take out the ghost rope from the open container.
Unable to resist the headless ghost's suppression, the ghost rope went limp.
Wu Yun's condition was very bad, his head was almost rotten, his consciousness began to blur, and his body was in an endangered state.
The horror of the tombstone curse is no match for this shriveled and rotting dead man's head. As time passed, not only was the curse suppressed in all directions, but the supernatural attacks of the dead man's head continued to kill Wu Yun.
The next moment, Wu Yun's head was completely rotten and fell from his neck.
The body stiffened and fell to the ground, and a dead head rolled out of the way.
And yet at this moment.
Wu Yun's dead man's head floated up.
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