Countless huge oil paintings almost fill the walls.

Liang Xingyang paced forward, his eyes carefully examining the oil paintings, some were bewitching women in cheongsams, some were rural girls in floral skirts, and some were serious middle-aged men in gray robes.

He didn't know Yang Xiao and Zhang Xianguang, but someone did.

Just walk into the painting and ask the other spirits to identify them to find your target.

Yang Jian also walked over, and the ghost eyes were not only clearer than a person's vision, but also could see farther.

Soon, Ghost-Eye spotted his target and stopped in front of a portrait.

On the huge black-and-white portrait on the wall, a man who looks seven or eight points like Yang Jian is presented.

"Found it." Yang Jian greeted.

Liang Xingyang came over when he heard this, looked at the appearance of the person on the portrait, and confirmed it in his heart.

He reached out and touched the surface of the painting, but his hand sank as if it were in the water.

Yang Xiao in the oil painting seemed to have discovered something, and the eyes in the painting blinked, and suddenly looked down at the hand that reached in.

Liang Xingyang did not hesitate at all, chose to take the initiative to paste it on the surface of the oil painting, and the whole person walked in.

Seeing this, Yang Jian could only keep up.

When I walked into the painting, the scene in front of me changed, from the hall to the room, and the painting was placed in the room.

"Are you Yang Jian? Who is he? ”

A deep voice rang out.

Liang Xingyang's face was expressionless, while Yang Jian looked at the speaker in silence.

This man is in his early twenties, and his appearance is similar to Yang Jian's seven or eight points, but his temperament is slightly different, revealing a kind of stability, calmness, and hidden edge.

It was Yang Xiao.

Or it is more appropriate to call him Yang Xiaotian, after all, Yang Xiao is just a fake name for walking outside.

"Well, he's my friend Liang Xingyang."

Yang Jian stared at Liang Xingyang and introduced.

He is no stranger to Yang Xiao, he once saw Yang Xiao in a ghost dream, but now he is just Yang Xiao in oil paintings.

Yang Xiao did not continue to speak, and looked at Yang Jian calmly.

One is his son more than ten years later, and the other is his father more than ten years ago. The supernatural created this incredible scene.

"Something seems to have happened to this friend of yours?" Yang Xiao's eagle-like eyes looked at him, without too much greeting, but he saw Liang Xingyang's problem at a glance.

The cold aura of the whole body is pervasive, the silver reflective pupils are lifeless, and there is almost no emotional color of a living person in the eyes, but it is more like the indifferent gaze of a ghost without any fluctuations.

"Mr. Yang, I came here in the hope that you can help me fall asleep and alleviate the erosion of the ghost instinct." Liang Xingyang said directly.

He and Yang Jian are friends, but in the face of Yang Xiao more than ten years ago, he has some difficulties in the title, and his uncle is a little out of line, so he can only be called Mr. Yang temporarily.

Yang Jian was a little silent, and just told Yang Xiao with his eyes, hoping that he could help.

Yang Xiao's tone was flat, and he said rationally: "It seems that you have come into contact with ghost dreams and know some things. For your sake, I can help him. ”

Liang Xingyang's face was expressionless, his eyes were indifferent, and he just nodded at this.

In fact, replacing Yang Xiao is more in line with his ideas, and the replacement mechanism of the mirror ghost can play a role in Yang Xiao in front of him. However, he was a little worried that after Yang Xiao broke away from the oil painting, his body would automatically dissolve.

After all, it is only a supernatural thing made of special pigments, and there are many uncertainties.

"When he's asleep, we'll talk." Yang Xiao suddenly said to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded and agreed.

Although he learned a lot of information from Liang Xingyang, he felt that the information was a little incomplete, and he knew that Lao Liang was deliberately hiding something and wanted to explore it by himself.

"Go to sleep." Yang Xiao smiled, turned his head and said lightly.

The voice fell.

Liang Xingyang's pupils shrank, and a strong sleepiness affected him, his eyelids began to fight, and he became drowsy.

"Yang Jian, nail it with a coffin."

There were still some words to be said, and his consciousness had to resist this intense sleepiness.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, understood the meaning, and took out the coffin nail.

Liang Xingyang smiled slightly, only then did he relax the resistance of his consciousness and was pulled into the world of nightmares by the supernatural power.

If there is no Liang Xingyang's consciousness to control the body, the mirror ghost will soon rely on instinct to act, and the ghost heart at the mouth of the heart will also lose control and automatically attack the people around him.

Don't worry about Yang Jian restricting himself, this bold approach is to entrust the friendship of life and death that can be backed, and trust without reservation.

Restricted by the coffin nail, the ghost will fall into silence, as long as the nail is not pulled out for a day, it will be like the lord of the ghost eye who is nailed to the white bone tree, and will be silent forever without knowing the years.

I can't feel the passage of time in my sleep, and if something happens and I wake up again, it may be decades, or I will be locked in a golden container and never have a chance to wake up again.

Of course, the coffin nail is not unsolvable, the real hungry ghost can slowly digest the coffin nail, and the complete ghost can probably be eaten up little by little.

As Liang Xingyang's eyes closed and fell into a deep sleep, his body suddenly twitched slightly, and his eyes also tended to open again, which was a sign of activity in the ghost instinct.

"The same is true of the headless ghost, once it loses the control of the ghost eye, it will instinctively move and attack the people around it. You can't let the mirror ghost open his eyes now, or the attack of the ghost will come soon. ”

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, his whole body exuded a rich red light, and the rusty coffin nail he was holding in his hand disappeared after the red light flashed. When it appeared in the next second, it had already penetrated Liang Xingyang's palm.

"Coffin nails!"

Yang Xiao obviously saw the coffin nail, his eyes were a little surprised, and when Yang Jian looked over, he said: "You came here, it means that I am dead in reality, how is your mother doing?" ”

"She's nice and has a simple and easy job in her hometown. Moreover, she did not remarry. Yang Jian said in a low voice.

And on the other side.

The world of dreams.

Liang Xingyang breathed hard, got rid of the influence of the supernatural, recovered his seven emotions and six desires, and even his body had an unprecedented ease and pleasure.

He lived a normal life in the Guanjiang community in his dream.

The nightmare scene of the ghost dream evil dog is a forest with dogs, and the real ghost dream ghost, relying on supernatural powers, can create a dream scene as much as he wants.

Speaking of which, the evil dog can't exert all the supernatural powers of the ghost dream, and after all, it is not as smart as the ghost rider who has the wisdom to excavate and develop the supernatural.

A month in a dream.

One morning, the sky in the Guanjiang community dimmed and disappeared.

Liang Xingyang was playing games in the villa, and his consciousness suddenly became in a trance.

A sharp pain in his hand woke him up from his state of confusion, and the cold aura emanating from his body also brought him an uncomfortable feeling.

However, the consciousness that had been eroded by the ghost instinct for a long time returned to normal at this moment.

"Sss

Liang Xingyang gasped, raised his hand and saw that there was a penetrating wound on the back of his hand, the ghost necklace on his neck flickered, and the supernatural power of the deceitful ghost quickly repaired the wound.

Yang Jian and Yang Xiao in front of him seemed to be arguing, looking at the two of them, the original memory immediately appeared in his mind, and he soon realized that the one-month memory in the nightmare was false.

"Yang Jian, you don't need to resurrect me, since your friend has recovered his state, then take him out of here." Yang Xiao said in a deep voice.

Yang Jian was finally persuaded and did not insist on resurrecting Yang Xiao.

Liang Xingyang smiled: "Thank you for your help, but there are still a few things to do, and I can't leave for the time being." ”

"Well, how many things?" Yang Xiao wondered.

Liang Xingyang said: "I want to meet Zhang Xianguang and find a few dye vasks that he secretly put in the oil painting. ”

The ghost was painted on him, and Zhang Xianguang's plan for the Peach Blossom Garden, which he had planned for many years, almost failed. Because he didn't think that Zhang Xianguang's strength could recapture the ghost painting from him.

The purpose of finding Zhang Xianguang was not for the red hijab and the red wedding dress on the bride, but for the method of drawing red embroidered shoes with the dye.

Although the things painted with dye can only appear in oil paintings, he has mastered the real source of ghost painting.

As long as you learn how to draw, the real ghost painting plus the red wedding dress, red embroidered shoes, and red hijab drawn are enough to reproduce the supernatural power of the ghost bride during her lifetime.

Even if it's only sixty percent of the power, it's the top supernatural power.

"However, after half a month, the mirror ghost will go further, and the sixty percent of the ghost bride's supernatural power during her lifetime will also become chicken for me."

"And what I really want to plot is Yang Jian's human skin paper, use dye to draw human skin paper, and then use ghost painting to control it, I don't know if I can control the sixty percent of human skin paper, I believe it will be very interesting then!" The corners of Liang Xingyang's mouth outlined a smile.

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