Second Street.

It's still deserted, with old walls that smell cold but brightly lit. The two walked into the street and nodded, and there were seven ghost handlers setting up stalls.

Many ghost riders who go shopping walk in and out of the alleyway to choose the right products, and most of the transactions may not be successful, and if they are successful, they will leave Yin Yang Street directly.

And as they move from First Street to Second Street, the feeling of being ready to leave is gone, and the number of transactions is covered by the new street rules.

Liang Xingyang and Ye Zhen randomly picked a vendor hidden in the alley, walked into the alley, and looked at the things on the red cloth table.

A soldered golden box.

As soon as they approached, a violent banging sound was heard from them.

Liang Xingyang frowned, what else could be held in a golden container except for a ghost?

Buying and selling!

Is there still this kind of business on Yinyang Street?

"The two younger brothers are new, young and handsome, with an extraordinary temperament, and the supernatural circle in Daxiang City is rare." The boss was a fat woman of several hundred pounds, about forty years old, with a sideways face, sitting behind the table and smiling.

Ye Zhen snorted lightly and smiled.

Liang Xingyang remembered the few golden boxes left behind by the ghost riders in the predecessor of Shangtong Building, his face instantly turned cold, and he said indifferently: "Are you hunting ghost handlers?" ”

After hearing this, the female boss's expression became bad, and she said angrily: "Stinky boy, this is the ghost I personally imprisoned after dealing with the supernatural incident, do you have any opinions?" ”

"I'm okay with dealing with paranormal events, but I'll have to make sure with my own eyes." Liang Xingyang put his hand on the golden box.

If it is a hunted ghost rider, there must be a lot of scars on the body, and if you don't do this, you can't kill the ghost rider with supernatural powers.

If he hunts the Ghost Rider to sell it, he'll have to take care of it!

"What a guts."

The female boss's eyes flashed, her fat hand slapped, propped up the table, and stood up angrily.

Liang Xingyang raised his eyes and looked, and the silver reflective pupils reflected a parasitic ghost in the body of a female boss.

A vague ghostly snake spreads out.

"Ghost."

The female boss's face changed greatly, and she was shrouded in the screams.

She tried to use the rules of Yin Yang Street to get out of danger, but the ghost snake fought against the spirits of No. 2 Street and kept her.

After the ghost dissipated, the landlady had been sucked into a small mirror.

in a small mirror.

She banged on the mirror with a frightened face, and her mouth kept begging for mercy, but the sound could not be heard.

With the supernatural power she wields, it will never be possible to break through the mirror and escape.

Ye Zhen's expression was a little surprised, and he patted the golden box and said, "You care about this very much?" ”

Liang Xingyang put away the small mirror with a calm face, and said seriously: "If someone maliciously hunts the ghost riders, I will see one and kill the other." ”

He hadn't forgotten about the three ghosts who traded in the skin.

It was a ghost rider who had been hunted by foreign mercenaries, and when he opened the box, the tragic deaths of the three made him unbearable to look at it directly, and he remembered it vividly.

Ye Zhen raised his eyebrows and said: "I have decided, I will encounter this kind of behavior in the future, and I will hit one when I see one." ”

Liang Xingyang's face softened, and he nodded at him. Holding the ghost necklace in his hand, the supernatural power of the deceiving ghost made a tool to violently dismantle the welded golden box.

The ghost's heart was beating, and he used a suppression quota to suppress the ghost until he fell asleep before the ghost ran out.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and he examined the half-decomposed corpse that was shrunk in a golden box. There were many scars on the corpse, all sorts, and the most fatal wound was in the skull, which opened a terrifying wound of ten centimeters.

This cut is not like a wound caused by a ghost, but it is made like an axe or something.

Probably the case can be solved.

Ye Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fists clenched.

The box was badly damaged by him, and it was no longer possible to hold the ghost.

Liang Xingyang sighed, took out a mirror, and blurred the ghost into the mirror and imprisoned it.

The female boss of several hundred catties was also released by him, and the ghost heart suppressed the powerful ghost controlled by the other party, and under the effect of the supernatural power of the deceitful ghost, the female boss explained everything with a confused face.

Hunting!

Or organized action.

To put it simply, it is the three ghost tamers who unite to find folk ghost harnessers with no background, find the opportunity to kill the target, and take the ghosts to Yin Yang Street to sell, whether it is exchanged for paper ingots, or exchanged for other supernatural products, they can make a lot of profits.

The female boss who was still smiling when she met actually regarded them as a hunting target in her heart. probably because Liang Xingyang and Ye Zhen look immature, and they have little experience in dealing with the sinister world of people's hearts, so they will not have deep defense.

"Bold, dare to despise me!"

Ye Zhen's face became ugly when he heard this, and he beat the female boss to death with one punch.

This punch was not only wrapped in huge power, but also powerful supernatural power, and the female boss's spine was broken.

Liang Xingyang has no opinion, it is a waste of food to keep such dangerous elements.

A vague ghost spreads, and the body of the female boss disappears, locked in the mirror.

It was at this time.

The light at the entrance of the alley dimmed suddenly.

There were six people with different expressions blocking the entrance of the alley, peeking into the alley.

The atmosphere was a little solemn.

"How dare you kill people here!" An old voice rang out suddenly, and his tone was cold.

The people blocking the alley parted a way, the light came through, and an old man who looked greasy walked in with an angry face.

Ye Zhen said angrily: "Who are you?" I've been hating old men lately, don't mess with us, or I'll kill you! ”

Liang Xingyang's face was as usual, and the three powerful ghosts stored in the old man's body were reflected in the silver reflective pupils.

Controlling the three ghosts, he is already a top ghost handler in the supernatural circle.

But it's nothing to him, the black brand on the ghost's heart is suppressed first, the ghost blood is stained, the mortal curse is triggered, and one set can take away the other party.

"People in the circle give face, they used to call me an oil seller, but now that they are older, they call me an oil old man."

"Young people don't have such a big tone, old men don't like to listen." Old man You said coldly to Ye Zhen, not angry and arrogant, "No matter what your reason is, you can't kill people here and break the rules of Yin Yang Street."

Ye Zhen sneered: "It doesn't matter if you like to hear it or not, use your greatest ability to kill me!" Let me see what you old guys have to do, this time, I'll flash! ”

"This female boss specializes in hunting ghost handlers to sell here, are you sure you want to take care of things here?" Liang Xingyang's face was cold, and his tone was not good, and then Ye Zhen's words continued.

The old man was full of low air pressure, and his wrinkled face rose: "Yin Yang Street only cares about buying and selling, and the rest of the things don't care, the rules are more important than everything." ”

"What a good one! Are you in charge here? Liang Xingyang's eyes flickered.

"I'm the owner of an oil shop on No. 6 Street, and I can't see anyone breaking the rules to take care of this illegal thing." The old man's eyes were blazing, and white greasy grease appeared all over his body, and he took out an old oil pot from his pocket, "The nonsense ends here, the dead don't need to know so much." Survive the old man's hands, and you can leave. ”

Above No. 5 Street was blocked, and the oil shops naturally could not continue to operate. The old man had nothing to do, so he was wandering around Yinyang Street, but he didn't expect to encounter this incident by coincidence, and was invited by the vendor owners on No. 2 Street to come over and administer justice.

"It's really a bad guy getting old, right?"

Ye Zhen let out a low snort, and his figure disappeared suddenly, like a phantom, it didn't exist at all.

But the next moment.

He reappeared, already in front of the old man.

This kind of action is strange and incomprehensible.

Ye Zhen had already swung his fist towards the old man, and his posture was a standard boxing move.

The old man's face was a little surprised, and his reaction was a little slow, so he hurriedly reached out and shook Ye Zhen's fist.

The grease-stained hand touched Ye Zhen's fist.

There were two seeping screams from the grease, but they were beaten by Ye Zhen's fist to an abrupt end.

The old man's face was solemn, and the oil oozing from his body continued to explode and splash, which seemed to cancel out the supernatural power on his fist, and the old man's body still took two steps back.

"Let's help the old man together!"

Seeing this, the six ghost riders blocking the entrance of the alley were about to start beating Ye Zhen together.

And yet this moment.

A white vague ghost suddenly spread, the distance was too short, everyone couldn't react at all, and it was already shrouded.

The vision was blurred, and everywhere was white.

A tall, silvery phantus stood in the blurred ghost, looking down at everything in front of him.

"Everyone, be careful, it's a ghost."

"Whoever can break this ghost, hurry up."

"It can't be broken, everyone is gathered together, don't get separated."

Under the gaze of the silver reflective pupils, a palm that exuded a cold aura was raised, and it shook at the six ghost riders who were blocked at the entrance of the alley and gathered together.

The six ghost riders in front of him were disappearing rapidly as if they had been erased.

Even the ghosts they harness can't resist.

This cold palm seemed to wipe away a mist from a mirror.

Not a trace was left.

Liang Xingyang withdrew his hand, using himself as a cage, and locked all the six people who could not resist the vague ghost into the mirror space in his body.

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