"Where is this? How am I here. ”

Liu Qingqing's body was fine, and she quickly came to her senses, looked around the unfamiliar room, and couldn't help frowning to ask Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing and asked in a skeptical tone: "This is Room 301, Building 9, Mingyue Community, Dachuan City, we came in later than you, how did you get in?" ”

There are ghosts and ghosts in the way, how did this third-floor messenger sneak in?

"Is it Okawa City? The address to which the letter was sent. ”

Liu Qingqing held her forehead and stood up from the ground, subconsciously wanting to say that she didn't know, but her expression suddenly became a little strange, as if she was puzzled, and she seemed to be a little confused.

Suddenly.

Liu Qingqing moved her neck, making a weird clicking sound, and she tore a corner of her face from her neck, revealing the puppet inside.

"What the hell!"

Yang Jian immediately took two steps back and stared at Liu Qingqing vigilantly with ghost eyes.

I tore open my own face, and what was revealed underneath was not flesh and blood, but a piece of wood.

The scene is extremely weird.

Liang Xingyang opened his mouth at the right time to explain: "Liu Qingqing has put on a red cheongsam, and now the essence is a layer of human skin. Sister Hong preempted us and let Liu Qingqing get the faceless puppet in the room. ”

"There is Zhang Youhong's memory in the red cheongsam, which is being fused with Liu Qingqing's memory, and Sister Hong's consciousness is being formed." However, Liang Xingyang did not disclose this sentence to Yang Jian in advance, but said silently in his heart.

"Sister Hong? I remember, I came by myself, but someone else manipulated my body. Liu Qingqing tapped his head, made a thumping sound, suddenly realized something, and said with a frightened face, "It's the cheongsam on my body, can you help me take off the cheongsam." ”

"Take off the cheongsam, and you're dead."

Liang Xingyang glanced at the cheongsam, lacking interest.

This supernatural item is not suitable for him, just like the red wedding dress on the bride of the dried corpse, it is not suitable for wearing on the body, otherwise it will look nondescript, and he will be in the diaphragm.

Now Liu Qingqing only has a layer of skin left, and if he loses the supernatural power of the cheongsam to sustain his life, he will die. And in terms of consciousness, he was also eroded by Zhang Youhong, even if he gave her a fresh body, he couldn't save her.

Unless, use the ghost head to crop Liu Qingqing's memories and create a fake Liu Qingqing based on the memory fragments.

But there is no point in doing so.

"Can't take it off?"

Liu Qingqing was stunned when she heard this.

The spirit of the red cheongsam saved her life, but it was also annihilating her consciousness, and it was difficult for an ordinary person to survive if he was targeted by the consciousness of Zhang Youhong, a top ghost master.

Liang Xingyang glanced at Liu Qingqing with pity, no longer lingered, pulled Yang Jian to push open the door of the room on the left, and walked into the room.

As soon as they entered, the two immediately smelled a scent of sandalwood.

The heavy smell of sandalwood was mixed with a faint smell of corpses.

In addition to the smell, in the dim light, there are many strips of red cloth hanging from the bedroom.

Through the gap in the strip of cloth, both of them saw an old red lacquered wooden bed.

A large wooden bed surrounded on three sides with an openwork roof on top.

This wooden bed shape is so old that few people still like it in modern times, and it can only be seen in museums and collectors' private warehouses.

But this bed is just placed here, and the dark tones on it give people a very oppressive feeling.

In addition to this, there is a dim and vague humanoid silhouette lying on the bed. The exact appearance was obscured by the bed curtain, and it was not very realistic, but their intuition told them that the person lying there was dead, a corpse.

"There's a big problem in there."

Yang Jian stared at the figure on the red bed, the ghost eye on his forehead turned restlessly, but his vision could not penetrate the bed curtain and see the figure inside.

Being able to isolate the sight of the ghost eye shows that the red big bed is a supernatural item, and the ghost eye actually faintly refuses to pay attention to the corpse on the bed, and the feeling of not daring to look at it has appeared on Qin Lao.

Liang Xingyang's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, as if he had found a treasure, and said in his heart: "Meng Xiaodong's corpse!" ”

If you get a ghost, in addition to the ability to invade and block the past indefinitely, you may also be able to master the sewing method of replacing the dead doll and making a doll doll.

"You don't want to take the body from the bed, do you?"

Yang Jian's face changed, and he was a little opposed to this dangerous idea.

His intuition told him that the danger of the entire Room 301 might come from the corpse on the bed, and the source of the ghost area in Li Leping's mouth should also be in this room.

"With the ghost blood and the coffin nail, Meng Xiaodong's body can be imprisoned."

Liang Xingyang's serious words let Yang Jian know that his intuition was indeed right.

"It's too dangerous."

Yang Jian's eyes widened, feeling a little bad, if he woke up the ghost, Room 301 would probably become very dangerous.

Now the ghost has not moved, which means that the red bed has the effect of suppressing the supernatural, if you let the ghost leave the wooden bed, then it is equivalent to taking the initiative to revive the ghost.

"I will prepare with both hands, if the coffin nail cannot nail the corpse, I will superimpose the supernatural power of the guide ghost to control the ghost."

Liang Xingyang's eyes narrowed, and there was two points of confidence in his tone.

After Meng Xiaodong recovered, there was almost no solution to the infinite invasion, but the premise was that the body of an ordinary person was needed as a medium to invade.

With this limitation, his guide supernatural superposition is enough to confront it without the risk of getting out of control.

"You'd better not touch this corpse, or you'll kill everyone." Liu Qingqing walked out of the room at some point, stood at the door and said loudly.

"What I said is true. I have a few more memories in my mind, although I can't say for sure, but this feeling vaguely comes to me, I have a familiar feeling here, it seems that I have lived in it for a while. ”

Liang Xingyang glanced back at her and said lightly: "I will send you out of Dachuan City, you don't have to get involved in this matter." ”

Liu Qingqing frowned and said, "I have to stay and deliver the letter." ”

Yang Jian frowned, used his brain to think about how to dissuade Liang Xingyang, and took the time to say, "I have completed the task of delivering the letter on the third floor, you can leave with confidence." ”

Liu Qingqing was surprised: "You actually finished it?" ”

Yang Jian ignored her, but persuaded in an extremely serious tone: "You just stole the supernatural power of the ghost blood, can you really imprison Meng Xiaodong?" Even if the coffin nails nail the corpse, can you eat the ghost at present? ”

The ghost who doesn't dare to look directly at the ghost is estimated to be very terrifying.

"Ghost blood can make the supernatural ineffective, and the supernatural is just a matter of the weight of the ghost blood." Liang Xingyang looked thoughtful and began to hesitate a little.

However, before answering Yang Jian, he used the ghost snake to transfer Liu Qingqing's location and sent her out of Dachuan City, and some of their secrets were inconvenient for people to hear.

"Meng Xiaodong can block the past, and his specific ability is to erase his body and consciousness and invade reality infinitely. And my current essence is the ghost of the guide ghost, my body is completely condensed by the haze, and it will not be erased and invaded by Meng Xiaodong, if I protect myself, it is no problem at all. ”

Liang Xingyang's eyes froze: "However, Yang Jian, you are not an outlier, for your safety, you may have to leave early." ”

Yang Jian suddenly fell silent when he heard this, and for the first time he felt that he couldn't make a move, and made some kind of decision in his heart.

The atmosphere was slightly solemn.

Liang Xingyang didn't speak again, and was also thinking about the question raised by Yang Jian, can a certain amount of ghost blood imprison Meng Xiaodong?

In case the amount of ghost blood is insufficient and can't make Meng Xiaodong's supernatural completely invalid, how can he restrain the ghosts?

The coffin nails are used to restrict Meng Xiaodong, so it also restricts the coffin nails, which is equivalent to making him lose the coffin nails in his hands.

As for the problem that cannot be replaced and eaten after being imprisoned, it is easy to solve, and you can use a firewood knife to dismember the ghost and break up the puzzle.

Or keep the intact corpse, in the original ancient mansion, Yang Jian controlled Zhang Dong's corpse and opened the eight-story ghost snake, Yang Jian could also use Meng Xiaodong's corpse to do this.

After Liang Xingyang thought about it, he said his thoughts: "If the amount of ghost blood can't limit Meng Xiaodong, I will use the coffin nail to detain it, and then send the body back to the red bed, so that the ghost can continue to sleep." ”

And yet the next moment.

"Crunch Crunch"

In the silence of the room, the sound of wooden planks rubbing against each other suddenly sounded.

A sense of uneasiness at being watched by the ghosts struck, as if triggering a terrifying killing law, and the smell of sandalwood corpses in the room suddenly became stronger.

Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian both sensed the danger, and they all turned their heads to look at the big red bed.

The strip of red cloth hanging from the roof was shaken by the wind, and the corpse lying on the big red bed seemed to wake up at this moment, and sat up stiffly from its lying position.

A wizened, emaciated corpse stench, as if he had been dead for more than ten days, sat on the edge of the bed.

The old man's blue corpse spots had rotted into black spots, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, his eyelids had been opened, and his dead and numb eyes were staring at the two people in the room.

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