Ah Hong's clone suddenly felt something, her eyes were closed, her face was as white as paper, and her body trembled a little because of fear and uneasiness.

A vague woman approached, walking silently, as if it didn't exist.

The distance is already very close.

But no matter how close he was, Liang Xingyang couldn't see the appearance of the ghost clearly, only the white-skinned and cold hands that overlapped together.

The blue-black haze around is emerging, and a trace of cold and strange wind is also emerging.

But Liang Xingyang didn't choose to do it, Ah Hong's clone is still valuable, and he can test the attack method of ghost painting for him.

Ah Hong's clone closed his eyes tightly, and suddenly trembled, covered with cold sweat.

Her palm was suddenly held by an extremely cold hand, and in just a moment, Ah Hong's doppelganger's consciousness instantly fell into darkness, and she died.

Liang Xingyang was completely indifferent, Ah Hong's clone was just a dummy made by him.

Figuring out the attack method of the ghost painting, Liang Xingyang's body moved, and a supernatural power was quickly vented.

An incomparably cold corpse lay on the back of a fuzzy woman for some time.

The head-down dead man was also staring at the ghost in front of him at this moment.

With Liang Xingyang as the center, the surrounding scene quickly fades, forming a black and white area that quickly envelops the past.

A rusty coffin nail was swept up by the fierce wind and thrown violently, piercing the ghost's body.

The terrifying attack has been formed, and almost none of the ghost riders in the modern supernatural circle can resist the simultaneous attack of five ghosts, as well as the coffin nail with the unsolvable suppression of the ghosts.

The coffin nails have penetrated the body of the ghost painting, and everything is settled.

And yet the next moment.

The body of the ghost painting began to disappear, and it collapsed directly, turning into gray-white paper ashes, which was swept up by the fierce wind and scattered in all directions.

The world is still this gray picture, dim and depressing.

"Huh? Is the real ghost painting the same as the ghost chagrin, restarted? Liang Xingyang raised his hand, and the wind brought back the coffin nail, and he was in doubt.

"Oh, I forgot, the ghost painting and the ghost in the painting can only be imprisoned if they get together."

Liang Xingyang remembered the details of the ghost painting, and immediately set out to look for the huge oil painting, the haze and ghosts were spreading, easily covering the city in the painting.

The ghosts covered the city, and several areas that could not be covered appeared, coupled with the fact that the spirit children and ghosts began to constantly predict, avoiding wasting time to distinguish between other ghosts and real ghost paintings, walking in the ghosts, and finally he came to a strange town.

Half of the town is made up of traditional tiled houses in China, while the other half is built in European style.

It's as if two different paintings are placed together, and if you step over the dividing line in the center of the town, you can enter another painting.

The houses in the European style are covered with black, white, red, yellow, purple, green, blue, gray, and all kinds of balloons.

Beneath the tiled house complex are winding dirt roads, with footprints on them, but there is no sign of human activity, and it looks lifeless and lifeless.

"It's not a good place."

Liang Xingyang's dark eyes flashed with a hint of weirdness, and the spirit boy ghost never stopped predicting, allowing him to find out the danger hidden in this strange town.

There are two ghosts here.

There is a clown with a balloon of different colors hidden in the European-style building, dressed as a ghost, it is estimated that the ghost riders abroad can't hold it, and the ghost is imprisoned in the ghost painting after the revival of the ghost.

There is another terrifying ghost hidden in the tiled building, this ghost is very terrifying, just walking, and the ghost has not yet appeared, so the spirit child's prediction is interrupted.

Where the two paintings meet, there is a terrible danger.

Liang Xingyang hesitated, in the prediction, in the area covered by the haze and ghosts, there was a gray area behind the European-style town in the back half of the town, but he was not sure if it was a real ghost painting.

However, the only area that has not been explored clearly is this one.

The ghost can't cover a small town, and some kind of supernatural force will disperse the ghost dragon, so he can only walk over it, and he can't use the ghost snake to transfer.

"Whether it's Longtan Tiger's Den or not, I won't know until I've tried it."

After Liang Xingyang thought carefully, the artist was bold and walked straight over.

When he walked into the town, he realized how strange it was.

"Longkeng Town."

This is the name recorded on the old mottled high-arched stone door plate at the entrance of this town.

Stepping over the stone door plate, I could immediately feel that the ghost wind in my body was suppressed, but the strange thing was that the other powerful ghosts were not suppressed, only the ghost wind was suppressed.

Under the double pressure of this town and ghost paintings, the ghost wind can hardly be used anymore.

Walking into the abandoned town, the old, moss-stained tiled buildings are everywhere, and they seem a little crowded because the buildings are too dense.

There is a straight dirt road in front of it, about 500 meters long, leading to the other half of the town's European-style buildings.

The dirt pavement also left a lot of clear, criss-crossed footprints of different sizes.

Uncanny.

Even if it is a dirt road, the footprints of predecessors simply cannot be preserved for so long. What's more, this place is desolate, abandoned, and uninhabited, and these preserved footprints seem somewhat unreasonable.

"It's a pity that if Yang Jian's firewood knife is on his body, he can trigger these mediums. Even the footprints left by the ghosts can all be dismembered. ”

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, stopped at the end of the dirt road, and instead of recklessly stepping into the dirt road, he took out a red ghost candle from his arms and lit it with a gold lighter.

The miserable green candlelight shrouded him before he stepped onto the dirt road with confidence. He walked very slowly along the way, trying to avoid stepping on his footprints.

In the foreknowledge of the spirit child, it is unfortunate to step on a certain footprint, and some kind of danger occurs, and the prediction picture is interrupted.

Liang Xingyang walked while carefully looking at the old and dilapidated buildings with his eyes, guarding against the danger that might arise at any time.

The ghost candle is burning slowly, indicating that there is no danger.

Half an hour later, Liang Xingyang walked two hundred meters cautiously.

There are no anomalies.

Only the footprints in front of him are getting denser and denser, so Liang Xingyang must be more cautious every step he takes, otherwise he will accidentally step on the footprints of his predecessors.

As everyone knows, he himself has left footprints here, but he didn't notice that the footprints left behind him have quietly disappeared.

Three hours later, we were only fifty meters away from the end of the dirt road.

This moment.

Liang Xingyang stopped and looked at his feet with a gloomy face. All intact footprints were gone, and countless half-cut footprints were densely packed, covering the road surface, and there was almost nowhere to put your feet.

"Since you won't let me go on, it's a little more terrifying than anyone else."

Liang Xingyang's face was not good, and he planned to break through.

He extinguished the ghost candle, and the beating ghost heart in his heart immediately fell into a state of sudden stop, and the silent curse of death quickly spread out.

At the same time, a large amount of scarlet blood began to flow out of the body, and the whole person seemed to have been soaked in blood, and the thick and viscous blood seeped down the clothes and continued to drip under his feet.

The blood beads on the ground were wriggling, and they were pulled by the ghost heart, and flew back into his body.

"Stomp, stomp."

Liang Xingyang stepped on a heavy step, stepped on half of the footprints on the dirt road, and ran over the footprints of these predecessors, leaving a blood-colored footprint.

Half of the footprints are stepped on, and the law of killing is triggered.

Paranormal phenomena have arrived.

Liang Xingyang suddenly found that the half-cut footprints around him all disappeared in an instant, and countless pale feet full of corpse spots appeared out of thin air.

The mutilated feet corresponded to a half-cut footprint, which was lifted on one foot and stepped on the ground.

As if taking a step forward, the other foot quickly followed and began to run towards Liang Xingyang.

And that's not all.

The wooden doors of the abandoned old houses opened, and a pair of pale feet ran out of them.

Even on the dirt road behind Liang Xingyang, all the complete footprints disappeared, and many complete feet appeared, and the feet full of corpse spots were speeding after them.

The attack of the ghosts broke out.

Countless soles of feet popped up in half of the town, running towards him.

The dirt road suddenly became soft, and the footprints he stepped on were being used as a medium to take away his feet and leave them on the road.

Liang Xingyang's face changed slightly, without any warning, his feet suddenly fell into the smelly mud, but the next moment, he directly pulled out his feet.

The ghost's blood renders the supernatural ineffective, and the supernatural cannot affect his feet.

The mutilated feet in front of him rushed in, and countless feet were raised, revealing the rancid blackened, incomparably cold soles of the feet, and stomped on him fiercely.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, the surrounding color quickly faded, a huge black and white area suddenly opened, all the spirits were isolated, and the soles of his feet that he lifted all fell into a state of stagnation and fell from mid-air.

"Puff puff puff~"

The sound of heartbeat sounded, and the ghost heart at the mouth of the heart also spread out one after another mortal curses.

After the ghost's feet were stained with the curse, nothing reacted until drops of scarlet blood oozed from the top of his feet.

"Hmph."

Liang Xingyang walked quickly, kicked away the feet that stood in the way, and spun around on the dirt road, his eyes searching for the source of these ghost feet.

Soon.

He scanned the soles of countless pairs of feet and spotted a pair of pale feet moving away.

Powerful ghosts have no wisdom and don't know how to disguise and hide.

The pale feet were also corrupted by the curse of the ghost heart, and they were stained with a lot of ghost blood, but they were still able to move, which showed how terrifying they were.

Liang Xingyang's eyes narrowed, and he immediately ran up holding the dead man's head.

Targeted by the shriveled and rotting heads of the dead, the pale feet immediately stiffened, unable to move a single inch, and fell silent.

The ghost feet were crucified, and the suppression of the ghost wind and ghost snake dissipated.

The countless soles of the feet in the town were turned into footprints and fell back to the ground.

"Stomp, stomp."

Liang Xingyang walked over and used a coffin nail to pierce the two ghost feet before putting away the dead man's head.

Scarlet blood gushed out, covering the pale ghostfeet, and finally the ghostfeet sank into the ghost's blood and vanished.

Inside a pool of blood, there was a pair of pale ghost feet that were moving and struggling. This terrible ghost tried to come out of the ghost's blood, but to no avail.

Blood is like a shackle, firmly trapping it.

Liang Xingyang picked up the coffin nail on the ground and looked at the thick and sticky ghost blood on the ground thoughtfully.

The next moment.

The ghost blood was drawn by the ghost heart and flowed back into his body, but not to the ghost heart.

Liang Xingyang used himself as a container to imprison this terrible ghost.

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