Time passed little by little.

In Huanggang Village, which is black and white, there is a fierce wind.

The howling wind is blowing, and no one can walk fast against the wind that is about to blow people away, and it is almost impossible for people to walk an inch.

But a rusty knife slashed down, and the world seemed to be torn apart, and the cold wind was torn apart and gradually subsided.

But this calming down lasted for a short time, and after only a few seconds, the wind whistled again, as if to turn everything in its path into powder.

The first Zhang Xianguang's eyes were slightly cold, and he used the old big knife to tear the supernatural again, so that the ghost wind with the smell of corpses could not get close.

The second Zhang Xianguang said in a deep voice: "We walked all over the village, but we didn't find the sales hall. Explain that the sales hall has a reason that they have to protect, and since they don't want us to find there, we must find it. ”

"Since the old woman ghost slave, there has been no more temptation, it is obvious that time is being delayed. But we couldn't find them, and we couldn't help it. The third Zhang Xianguang frowned.

The fourth Zhang Xianguang made a decision: "Since there is no way to take revenge at the moment, then wait for the opportunity." The Peach Blossom Land Project has been planned for decades, and we can afford to wait, so everyone leaves here and informs the ontology. ”

The fifth Zhang Xianguang was silent, and suddenly opened his mouth at this moment, but it was a young man's voice that said: "Since you have come to Huanggang Village, why are you in a hurry to leave?" Am I being inhospitable? ”

"Huh? When was it invaded. ”

The four Zhang Xianguang turned their heads in unison, their eyes staring at the fifth Zhang Xianguang, their faces full of incredulity.

And the fifth Zhang Xianguang showed a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, and his breath seemed to be restless, difficult to calm down.

Boom.

Suddenly, a rich black and white area suddenly spread out from the body, enveloping the four Zhang Xianguang around him with lightning speed. At the same time, he clenched the rusty knife and slashed it down with both hands in his hands.

Soon.

The rusty broadsword triggers the medium, and a torn perspective is revealed, and it is like a photograph torn into countless pieces in front of him, and cracks appear, horizontal and vertical, and there is no rule at all.

He quickly found a large rift in his view that involved the four men in front of him, and the old broadsword slashed down the fixed track of the rift.

"Bell Bell Bell ~"

Under the slash, the sound of three metal strikes exploded.

The three Zhang Xianguang were suppressed under the black and white area, but after they noticed the problem, they reacted quickly, and immediately raised their knives to block, although they were one step slower, but there was no danger.

However, one of them, Zhang Xianguang, was attacked by the ghosts who almost suppressed the quota of the four powerful ghosts, and his whole body was stiff and unable to move, and he was dismembered on the spot by the old big knife motionlessly, and his entire body was torn in half.

The dismembered Zhang Xianguang did not maintain his original state, and was rapidly decaying, and in just a dozen seconds, his body and the old big knife decayed and disappeared, leaving no trace at all.

"Bell~"

Liang Xingyang's attack did not stop, taking advantage of the suppression of the relics area, after slashing at the beginning, he slashed again along the fixed track in the torn view.

At the same time, the quota of the unresolved suppression of the fourth is locked in a Zhang Xianguang, and the black and white area is used as the medium to act.

The supernatural defects that can only be suppressed by the ghosts by physical contact are made up by the puzzle of the ghosts, and all the living ghosts who go into the ghosts in the black and white Huanggang Village are likely to be targeted by the ghosts, and there is no solution to suppress them.

This knife successfully hacked a Zhang Xianguang to death.

And the remaining two Zhang Xianguang were stunned after raising the knife to block, and used a certain knife technique to preemptively slash at Liang Xingyang in the air.

"Bell~"

There was a thud of metal.

Liang Xingyang's reaction was not slow, he had already blocked with knives in both hands, but he couldn't block the attack of two rusty broadswords at the same time, and his body was torn out of a hideous crack.

"Jesus can't save you either, and we'll meet again soon."

After the body was dismembered, it quickly decomposed, but he didn't care, only one sentence was left, and the fifth Zhang Xianguang's body disappeared completely.

It was a terrible attack without warning, and it took out three false Zhang Xianguang at once.

The eyes of the two false Zhang Xianguang were hollow and numb, but the thick jealousy could not be concealed.

Before they could make any moves.

Soon.

Zhang Xianguang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly felt a terrifying supernatural suppression descending. He himself was a person created by the corpse oil lamp, and after being suppressed by the ghost, he immediately stiffened and turned into a dead thing, and he couldn't even open his mouth to remind him.

Then, a strange and cold consciousness was invading his mind.

The other Zhang Xianguang tilted his head slightly, noticing the abnormality of his companion, and the hand holding the big knife trembled a little, and his body couldn't help but retreat.

A minute later.

The two false Zhang Xianguang's bodies were both rotten and disappeared.

Sales hall.

In front of Safe House No. 3.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were closed, his heart was beating calmly, and the scarlet blood was flowing in his body, maintaining the posture of holding a golden spear in his hand, like a sculpture.

But soon, some kind of strange and cold aura came.

Change of Status.

Liang Xingyang slowly opened his eyes and soothed his body, which had become a little stiff after standing for a long time.

"I really can't imagine that after the ghost cha completes the last ghost coffin puzzle, it will become a terrible ghost with an infinite restart. I'm afraid that any living ghost who breaks into the ghost coffin will become a puzzle piece in the ghost cha's body, and making the snowball roll is a subversive catastrophe. ”

Liang Xingyang sighed silently, and then turned his gaze in one direction, as if someone had broken into Huanggang Village again.

A rusty old knife tore through the ghost of Huanggang Village, and five more fake Zhang Xianguang broke into this strange black and white village.

……

Day and night flip, sun rises and moon sets.

The next day quietly arrived.

Around noon.

According to the wish time, the wishing ghost no longer shelters the sales hall, but it still stays here.

After Liang Xingyang dealt with the five Zhang Xianguang who came in the seventh wave, his consciousness returned to his body in front of the door of the No. 3 safe house, and there were four golden boxes under his feet.

This is the golden container that imprisoned the powerful ghosts in the bodies of Nie Yingping, Du Hong, and Zhang Ying.

He took out the golden woven bag from his arms, took out the human skin paper from it, and asked, "Don't play tricks with me, tell me the exact time when Yang Jian woke up." ”

The handwriting appeared on the dark brown vellum paper There was no handwriting at first, and it seemed that after thinking about it clearly, it appeared: Yang Jian is implementing the plan I gave, turning into a ghost, but the probability of success of the plan is not great, at twelve o'clock on time, the supernatural balance will be broken, and the ghost will be revived. ”

Liang Xingyang slightly lowered his head and glanced at the golden watch on his wrist, which showed eleven fifty-five minutes: "There are still five minutes, if there is no ghost shouting, Yang Jian's memory will be lost, and he will not be able to wake up from the ghost." ”

The ghost blood flowed, and a corpse with a mouth that couldn't close its mouth, a big head, and a very small body came out of a pool of blood, and after being suppressed by the ghosts, it merged into Liang Xingyang's body.

After Liang Xingyang devoured the ghosts and shouted ghosts, he felt that his voice became much hoarse.

He pushed open the heavy golden door and entered Safe House Three.

Yang Jian is about to wake up, even if Zhang Xianguang is there in person, he can't stop all this from happening.

The wooden coffin lid is pushed open.

A certain cold breath and a faint smell of corpses came to the face, and in this brand-new coffin, there was a corpse that died young, it was Yang Jian.

As the coffin was opened, there were some subtle changes to the stiff corpse inside.

The old blood-stained newspaper that stuck to the corpse's face disintegrated little by little, as if weathered, and turned into fragments and quickly dissipated.

The ghost newspaper has been transformed into a ghost puzzle, and the ghost now has the ability to tamper with memories in addition to the ability to steal memories.

The old red lacquered music box inside the wooden coffin also seemed to be supported by supernatural power, and suddenly a few cracks appeared, and then shattered with a click, leaving only a few pieces of rotten wood.

Now the ghost itself has become the carrier of the music box ringtone curse.

With two pieces of the puzzle merging into the ghost.

The moment the supernatural balance is broken.

Suddenly, darkness began to spread inside the coffin, and large shadows as black as ink flowed out like ink, covering the ground.

A ray of red light also projected from the coffin, gradually becoming dazzling, enveloping the ceiling of this safe house at an incredible speed, and even spreading out of the door.

"Who am I?"

In a low murmur.

Under the cover of ghosts, Yang Jian's corpse stood up from the coffin without warning, from a lying position to a stiff standing position.

"Who is Yang Jian? Who is Yang Jian. ”

He was confused, confused.

"Yang Jian."

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and he opened his mouth slightly, but no sound appeared.

However, a creepy voice suddenly appeared behind Yang Jian.

This is the supernatural power of the ghost shouting people, and if you turn back, you will die.

"Who's calling me?"

Yang Jian did not look back, and after subconsciously answering, a trace of brilliance gradually appeared in his confused and empty eyes.

This ghost shout is not killing him, but helping his consciousness to return smoothly.

"I'm Yang Jian, and you're Liang Xingyang."

Yang Jian's consciousness returned, his voice was more determined, his eyes flashed with red light, and he walked down from the wooden coffin with steps.

Liang Xingyang smiled and said, "Congratulations on your successful resurrection, Yang Jian." ”

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