One of the seven vendor owners on Second Street has died, and all six have been detained.

The ghost of the mirror ghost sucks and pulls, and the ghost rider who is not terrifying enough will never escape the fate of being sent to the mirror space and imprisoned.

The curse of the heartbeat after the sudden arrest of the ghost heart has spread among the ghosts, silently and imperceptibly.

"Bang bang."

Ye Zhen's figure flickered like a ghost, flashing an afterimage from all directions, waving his fist, and hitting the old man again and again.

The leather shoe under his feet was a supernatural object capable of ignoring the white vague ghostly ghost, and suddenly appeared somewhere.

"I'm in trouble today."

The old man's face was solemn, and his grease-stained hands kept catching Ye Zhen's fists, occasionally taking a punch, and the oil stains all over his body would continue to explode and splash out, as if a spoonful or two of cold water was poured into hot oil, and the spirits canceled each other.

Ye Zhen stopped, looked at the oil on his fist, and shouted: "Rely on the old and sell the old, and eat me again." ”

After saying that, the figure disappeared again and swept forward.

The curse of the ghost heart also crept in at this moment.

The old man covered his heart with one hand, his face changed greatly, the old oil pot in his hand was poured, and a piece of butter flowed out of the mouth of the pot, which was smeared with the palm of his hand and immediately patted it to his heart, trying to counteract the strange and terrifying curse with the ghost oil made of ghosts.

"Dare to be distracted by fighting against me." Ye Zhen's figure flashed out, jumped forward, and swung a punch hard.

The white ghost snake was torn out of a hole by this ordinary punch, and the ghost snake and the supernatural hidden in the fist were superimposed, such a powerful supernatural power, if it hit a person, it can be imagined.

Bang.

The old man's pupils shrank, his body was hit by a fist, a large amount of oil splashed, and his four ribs were immediately broken by a huge force, and the whole person was beaten out like a broken sack.

In addition to the pain, the old eyes were dizzy, and in a trance, he seemed to see the tall phantom in the ghost and raised his hand and shook it towards himself.

The old man was still flying in mid-air, and Liang Xingyang's attacks followed, wanting to lock the old man in the mirror space together.

A large amount of grease exploded and splashed, counteracting the reality-affecting attacks of the ghosts.

Boom.

The old man's expression was painful and twisted, and he fell to the ground, and the hand holding the oil pot trembled.

The two of them are the top ghost masters who have got rid of the revival of the ghosts, whether it is Liang Xingyang or Ye Zhen, which one can suppress the old man head-on. Under the joint efforts, the shopkeeper of No. 6 Street had no respite at all, he did not die violently in an instant, and the ghost recovered, and he was already powerful.

"Puff puff~"

The old man bowed his head in fear, and at the mouth of his heart smeared with yellow oil, his heart was pounding uncontrollably, and his beating rate was very disordered.

The supernatural spirit of the ghost oil could not resist the supernatural attack of the ghost heart, so such an abnormal scene would occur. Over time, the heartbeat curse will break through the ghostly oil's supernatural protection, killing him.

"I've kicked the iron plate today, and if I don't work hard, I'm afraid this old bone will have to be broken here."

A layer of viscous grease came out of the old man's body, as if it was about to melt. In order to survive, he completely let go of the restrictions, and did not hesitate to take the initiative to revive the ghosts and sacrifice his life to fight.

The lid on the old oil jug was also lifted, and all the butter stored inside was poured out, and the ground was covered with a layer of sticky and greasy butter.

"Old ghost, I just want to fight hard now, it's too late." Ye Zhen shouted.

Liang Xingyang walked over holding the coffin nail, staring at the old man with a cold face.

And yet the next moment.

A fuzzy ghost was torn open, and on a puddle of butter, the shadow of a foreign cemetery emerged, and in front of the flat cemetery was not a tombstone, but an old mottled wooden cross inserted.

And the old man was lying on the cemetery in a big shape, like a dying man, looking at the two of them suspiciously.

His body was bubbling with white oil, and his flesh was gradually melting into grease and dripping into the butter. Butter's supernatural seemed to have been strengthened, and two mud-stained rotten arm phantoms flew out of the foreign cemetery, attacking Liang Xingyang and Ye Zhen at an extremely fast speed.

This is a supernatural attack created by a combination of several powerful ghosts.

The rotten arm stabbed like a javelin, and Liang Xingyang's figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air, using the ghost to avoid the attack.

"Crush me!"

And Ye Zhen roared, the ghost snake tore, clenched his fists, and waved it to directly defeat the phantom of the rotten arm,

And yet the next moment.

The defeated rotten arm was like a splash of hot butter, and it was directly sprinkled on Ye Zhen's fist.

Ye Zhen's eyes were a little shocked, and the flesh and blood on his arm were directly peeled off cleanly, turning into a bone arm.

"Ahem, ahem."

The old man smiled suspiciously, lying on the flat cemetery, and the whole person melted into a human shape.

Ye Zhen sneered: "Old ghost, do you think you can hurt me like this?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the injury disappeared directly, and the fleshy bone hand with a trace of flesh and blood turned back into a normal and complete arm.

"How is that possible?"

The old man's eyes burst out, his heart jumped, and he roared, this time four phantoms of rotten arms flew out of the cemetery, attacking Ye Zhen.

"You don't have a chance!"

Liang Xingyang's voice sounded from the ghost, and the coffin nail he was holding in his hand disappeared from the ghost, and ghost blood oozed out of his palm, and a shriveled and rotten dead man's head came out, and he was held in his hand and aimed at the old man.

A pair of gray-white eyes turned, the hollow and numb gaze condensed, and the powerful supernatural power that fell from the sky directly acted on the old man.

On the other side, Ye Zhen's figure flickered again and again, avoiding the attack of the Rotten Arm Phantom.

"Huh?"

The old man turned his head suddenly, and then found himself in horror that he could not move.

The ghost on his body was suppressed by the strange supernatural power, and the heart at the mouth of the heart also began to ooze scarlet blood, which was suppressed by a powerful supernatural power, and the oil ghost and the other two matching ghosts fell into a deep sleep completely.

Horrible palpitations followed.

The old man's face was full of ashes, his old face was loose, and his eyes full of unwillingness slowly closed.

Strange blood flowed out of the corpse's heart, stained the body, and fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood.

Scarlet blood covered the butter, and the shadow of the cemetery vanished, and even the butter sank into the ghost's blood and disappeared.

The corpse of the old man gradually sank into the ghost's blood and disappeared.

Liang Xingyang walked over in a stride, the ghost heart was pulled, the blood squirmed, and returned to him.

Ye Zhen looked like he had finished his work and clapped his hands: "Look, we are invincible in the world when we join forces, and everything we look at is suppressed." ”

"Old man Oil is just one of the defenders of the rules of Yinyang Street, and killing him will not help. There are no rules for buying and selling here, and the rules of indulgence seem to be rules, but in fact they are rules without rules. ”

Liang Xingyang frowned, walked out of the alley first, and looked at the empty street, inexplicably a little irritable.

Although Yin Yang Street will collapse sooner or later, it can survive for a while.

There is no regulation of the rules of buying and selling now, the market exists, and the hunting of ghost handlers can never be eradicated.

As for the death of the old man, there is no right or wrong at all. This is the result of the conflict between Liang Xingyang's insistence and the rules of Yinyang Street, which can also be said to be the confrontation between the old and the new.

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