After the woman in the ghost painting appeared, the flame of the ghost candle immediately exploded, and the entire ghost candle burned at an incredible speed.

Countless paper ashes fell, and the miserable green candlelight quickly expanded, illuminating the surroundings, but even so, it was impossible to see the woman's blurred features.

The more I looked, the easier it was to think of the appearance of a ghost, which is a unique spirit of ghost painting.

Liang Xingyang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes immediately lowered and looked down at his toes.

The ghost necklace is still in play, and the supernatural power of the deceitful ghost is deceiving consciousness, so that he will not recall the ghost painting for the time being.

As long as the killing law is not triggered, the ghost painting will not pose any threat to him. Insight into the killing law of ghosts, even ordinary people have the ability to survive in the world of ghost paintings.

"As long as the law of killing is not triggered, even if there is physical contact, it will not cause ghost painting and ghost attacks. Directly use the coffin nail to restrict, let this ghost return to the painting, and then directly stain the frame with ghost blood, ending this ghost painting world. ”

Liang Xingyang's lowered eyes rolled, he made an abacus in his heart, held the coffin nail with one hand, and violently blew out the ghost candle in his hand.

Losing the light of the candles, the surroundings became blurry and gray everywhere.

Soon.

A thin haze came out, and at the same time there was a strong smell of corpses.

"Pedal Pedal ~"

There was a sound of heavy footsteps.

The ghost painted woman stood motionless on the windowsill, like a cold stone, waiting for someone to trigger the law of killing.

The sound of footsteps came to a sudden pause in front of the ghost painting woman.

Silence fell around again.

Liang Xingyang raised his head suddenly, trying to look directly at the woman with blurred facial features, his eyes were facing each other, his memories were rippling, and the law of killing was triggered.

The white-skinned real palms that overlapped in front of the ghost painting woman were released, and a fair-skinned left hand that exuded a cold aura shook it towards the person in front of her.

Countless fluttering paper ashes swept around, and the ghostly spirit became more and more intense, as if it wanted to turn the person in front of him into an oil painting.

It's just too late.

"Snort."

Liang Xingyang had already lifted the coffin nail and nailed it towards the shoulder of the ghost painting woman, and the rusty coffin nail easily penetrated the shoulder of the ghost painting woman.

The coffin nail was unsolvable, and the suppression took effect, and the ghost fell into a deep sleep.

The fair-skinned and true hand fell weakly, and the spirit immediately dissipated.

Right in front of Liang Xingyang's eyes, the ghost painting woman who was nailed by the coffin nailed disappeared, and her body directly collapsed, turning into gray-white paper ash and dissipating.

The museum is still this gray appearance, dim and depressing.

Liang Xingyang didn't have a trace of surprise, suddenly turned around, took out a golden lighter, lit a ghost candle to illuminate the surroundings, and walked quickly to the huge oil picture.

The urban background on the original huge oil painting is missing, and a man with a blurred face and a woman dressed in red, with a pair of white porcelain hands folded in front of her, as if they were real, sticking out of the oil painting.

The woman in the ghost painting has restarted and is about to come out of the painting again.

At this time, the ghost painting was complete, and the time for detention had come.

The stark green candlelight is extinguished, a bloody hand grips the frame, and the brightly colored oil paintings are being transformed into black and white under supernatural influences.

The dead man's head was also placed, and the empty gaze was focused on the ghost painting, and a powerful spirit fell on it to suppress it.

Liang Xingyang stared at the huge oil painting with a nervous expression, and a large amount of scarlet blood continued to infect the oil painting, as if to destroy this highly artistic painting.

And yet the next moment.

A white palm stretched out from the painting without warning, holding Liang Xingyang's palm tightly. It's just that the white palm of the hand touches the ghost blood, and the blood makes the terrifying spirit of the ghost painting ineffective, and it doesn't play its due role at all.

The woman's fair-skinned and cold palm in the ghost painting was stained with ghost blood, Liang Xingyang reacted, his face tightened, covered the white palm with ghost blood, and stuffed it into the painting again.

Scarlet blood is rapidly covering the painting.

The painting was large, but the ghost's blood was still covered, and the residual blood dripped down the frame, forming a pool of thick, viscous blood on the ground.

Ghost paintings are sinking.

After a minute, the huge oil painting hanging from the ceiling to the floor was gone, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.

The gray world completely collapsed, and after the ghost dissipated, it was truly revealed.

The surrounding scene is changing, and the museum has directly turned into a certain road in Dachang City.

Liang Xingyang was holding a shriveled and rotten dead human head, and he actually appeared in the center of the road out of thin air.

"Drip ......"

A truck approached, and the driver's face flashed with panic and despair, and he found that he didn't have any time to react, and subconsciously slapped the steering wheel and made a huge whistle sound.

However.

Liang Xingyang was indifferent, his figure seemed to be nothing, and he passed directly through the truck, and the two did not have any contact. The ghost snake isolates reality, making it impossible for the two sides to touch.

He ignored the screaming passers-by, and after retracting the large amount of blood on the ground and sealing it, it turned into a haze and disappeared.

The basement of the villa in the Guanjiang community.

After Liang Xingyang returned here, he took out two golden boxes, and the ghost blood on his hands overflowed, releasing the pale ghost feet and the clown male ghost, and successfully imprisoned them.

Although the ghost can be sealed on him, it will occupy a part of the ghost blood, so that the ghost blood can be used less and less.

Now he only has a ghost painting sealed on his body, which occupies too much space to be imprisoned in a gold container, so he can only carry it directly with him.

Liang Xingyang relieved himself of the identity of a starving ghost, and threw the ghost boy, ghost wind and ghost oppressive person, spirit boy ghost, dead man's head, spirit ghost and posthumous ghost, newspaper ghost, smiling ghost, and crying ghost all into the ghost blood and carried it with him.

After stealing the spirit of ghost blood, he said goodbye to the inconvenience of carrying the gold container in advance, so that he could make a supernatural match at will according to local conditions.

This is a very terrifying ability, which can seal countless powerful ghosts in oneself.

"No one knew that the ghost painting was imprisoned by me. Zhang Xianguang's Peach Blossom Paradise plan has failed. Of course, even if he could find me through some kind of strange supernatural, I wouldn't be afraid. ”

Liang Xingyang pondered carefully about Zhang Xianguang's supernatural power, the other party was the third administrator of the ghost post office, the most terrifying thing was the rusty big knife, followed by the infinite restart of the shadow under the five oil lamps, and finally the life-preserving supernatural power hidden through the light and darkness.

The spirit ghosts and the relict ghosts restrained all dismemberment attacks, just like Shen Lan's dinner knife and Yang Jian's firewood knife.

The shadow of the oil lamp that restarts infinitely is a bit more troublesome to deal with, and you have to find the other party's hiding place and extinguish the oil lamp.

The best way to deal with the infinite restart is to return the favor with the other way, and Meng Xiaodong's infinite invasion can crush this imperfect infinite restart.

"At this point in time, I don't know if Meng Xiaodong is dead. The corpse of the red bed in room 301 bedroom in Okawa City can be ...... if you can get it"

Liang Xingyang's eyes narrowed slightly.

And yet the next moment.

"Liang Xingyang, Yang Jian, come out quickly."

A strange sound hovering in the villa reached the basement.

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