The eerie, oppressive and dull sound of heartbeat stopped.

Six of the thirteen fell.

Liang Xingyang used only one attack to cause nearly half of the ghost riders who got off the bus.

As for the remaining seven, it was not that they blocked the attack of the ghost heart, but that they were not attacked at all.

Liang Xingyang felt that leaving these seven people could still play a little role in these seven days.

The heartbeat sound transmission form of the ghost heart is overwhelming, as long as the living people and ghosts that enter the attack range, once the heartbeat sound overlaps, they will be attacked to death.

It's just that through the supernatural power of the diamond-shaped imprint on the ghost's heart, he suppressed it to extinguish the medium of overlapping three layers of foreign body heartbeats. After Yang Jian and the four messengers heard the sound of their frightened heartbeats, they only found that there was a slight strangeness suddenly coming from the mouth of their hearts, but as if it was an illusion, they quickly disappeared.

The only seven people who survived were horrified by the sight.

They didn't even have time to use the power of the ghosts before they saw that the aura of their companions around them had not been paralyzed to the ground.

That strange heartbeat contained a powerful spirit, otherwise it wouldn't have easily harvested the lives of six ghost riders like mowing grass.

At this moment, there was no second attack, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

Liang Xingyang's face was cold, and he said indifferently: "If you want revenge, you can try to attack me, but the result is already doomed." ”

It's a warning and a way to tell them that things have room to turn around. If you don't open your eyes and bump into it, the next attack will come.

They were already deeply frightened and uneasy, and they hadn't reacted in time, but there were still smart people who understood.

A middle-aged man with a frightened gaze didn't dare to look directly at the imposing Liang Xingyang, and said in a low voice: "Everything in the ancient mansion, whatever you say is what it is, I will never have any objections." ”

On the other side, Zhou Deng was staring at the pools of blood on the floor, and suddenly found that those who were killed did not revive the ghosts, but sank into the pool of blood and disappeared with great peace.

He said loudly: "No one will interfere with your letter delivery mission in the future, if there is still this kind of person who is not afraid of death, I will handle it for you personally." ”

Liang Xingyang took back the pool of blood that had imprisoned the ghosts on the ground, leaving six corpses in place, but when he heard this, he said unceremoniously: "It's better to be like this." And you, Zhou Deng, if you take the opportunity to steal the ghost incense and lanterns, I will settle all the accounts on your head. ”

Zhou Deng's eyes rolled, waved his hand and said: "How could I do this, it is difficult to chase after a horse, and I will definitely not act indiscriminately in the past seven days." ”

The thoughts he had hidden in his heart before could only be put away. It's not wise to put yourself in danger for the sake of a few supernatural items.

Just when the atmosphere froze slightly.

"Bang bang."

The sound of banging on the door outside the old house is getting louder and louder, and there seems to be a tendency to smash the thick door.

In addition, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the ancient house, and the sound of whining wind came from the cracks in the walls that had been in disrepair for a long time, the sound was quite strange, as if there were more than a dozen people crying, whimpering, in all directions, it was impossible to tell which direction the cry came from.

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead turned restlessly, and he slowly spoke: "Hurry up and enter the funeral, the supernatural phenomenon of crying and mourning has appeared." If the old man's body is not put in the coffin, then the echoing cries are not necessarily for whom. ”

"Let's do it together."

Liang Xingyang stepped forward, stretched out an arm, supported the corpse's right arm, and pulled the body up.

Yang Jian's pupils glowed faintly red, and Liang Xingyang's arm in his field of vision was pale and bloodless, with bite marks on his teeth, wounds cut by sharp objects, bloody holes pierced by sharp objects, and bruises like palm prints, as if he had been greatly tortured.

It's not a living person's body, it's a ghost with a black paper umbrella.

A tall black shadow on the ground melted into Yang Jian's body, and a pitch-black arm that seemed to be completely condensed from the shadow supported the corpse's left arm and pulled the body up.

"Damn, this corpse is so heavy!!"

Zhou Deng strode over and pulled up the corpse's feet, but he immediately noticed that something was wrong, his face slowly turned red, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up, hurry up, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the back hall." ”

Liang Xingyang said calmly: "The supernatural strength is not enough, don't be reluctant." ”

Yang Jian glanced at Zhou Deng's extremely difficult appearance, and the ghost figure walked out of the body, holding the corpse's right foot, relieving Zhou Deng's pressure: "Let's go." ”

The three of them took the body to the back hall.

The whimpering wind in the back hall seemed to sense their arrival and immediately disappeared, turning into a normal wind sound.

Liang Xingyang still had the strength to push open the lid of the red coffin.

Everything works fine.

The coffin was empty, not even a single burial object, as if waiting for the body to be brought in.

Together, the three of them lifted the body up and placed it in the coffin.

As soon as the old man's body lay down in the coffin, it immediately changed from a stiff state to a lying position, as if the process was just a shake, and it was an unknown supernatural that affected the corpse.

Zhou Deng stared at the three incense sticks lit by the small incense burner in front of the red coffin, and said suspiciously: "These three incense sticks have been burning for more than two hours, and they haven't changed at all, it's really weird." ”

He smiled and said, "There are exactly three, let's just divide them." ”

Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian cooperated to close the coffin lid tightly and completed the burial process on the first day.

"If you dare to take it, chop your hands."

Yang Jian's eyes were slightly cold, holding the cracked spear, and he said in an extremely calm tone.

These three ghost incense sticks are very important, they are the key to surviving the vigil on the second day, and you can also leave the ancient house by reporting the funeral on the third day, and take the ghost incense to exchange three bowls of rice with the dead people in the tomb of the ghost forest, so there is no room for error.

Zhou Deng sneered: "I'll just say it casually, it's an old problem, don't be surprised." ”

And yet the next moment.

Liang Xingyang stretched out his hand and pulled out a ghost incense stick from the incense burner and took it in his hand.

Zhou Deng and Yang Jian stared at each other, asking about their intentions with their eyes.

"Don't worry, while it's the first day, I'm going to go to the end of the yellow mud road and use this intact ghost incense to exchange Liu Qingqing from the grave. However, the lack of a ghost incense caused the loophole that appeared in the vigil the next day, and I was responsible for blocking this part of the ghosts. ”

With his strength, it is more than enough to fill the hole that lacks a ghost incense.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "Liu Qingqing has been eroded by powerful ghosts, and there is a lot of weirdness on her body, and she is missing for no reason now, so it is better to let her be buried in the ground for a long time." ”

"That can't be said, Liu Qingqing's return will not have any impact on the ancient mansion, and it is not her return, but Sister Hong." Liang Xingyang nodded at Yang Jian with a meaningful look, which was meaningful.

The top ghost tamers during the Republic of China period were the seven elders, and these seven people have long been forgotten, and some secrets are not suitable for many people to know.

Zhou Deng looked strange: "Liu Qingqing, the woman wearing a red cheongsam?" Who is this Sister Hong? ”

No one answered his question.

Yang Jian nodded, and had no intention of stopping Liang Xingyang's actions.

The situation is still under control, and if there is only a single ghost incense, the vigil will not be a big problem.

Complete the burial, and there will be no danger tonight.

Liang Xingyang and the three of them left the back hall and came to the lobby, staring sharply at the seven ghost handlers, stretched out his hand and nodded, and said: "You guard the five guarding coffins, and the two of you guarding the lanterns at the gate, you can take turns on duty, is there a problem?" ”

"No problem."

The seven hesitated, but nodded in agreement.

Liang Xingyang nodded silently, and then looked at the six corpses.

A storm blew in through the cracks in the broken walls of the old house, and the blue-black rain fell on the corpse, leaving a blue-black raindrop mark.

Ghost Slave Seal.

The six ghost slaves stood up.

Liang Xingyang took a ghost incense, opened the black paper umbrella and walked out of the gate of the ancient house, and the six ghost slaves followed him step by step like ancient slaves.

They left the ancient mansion and walked into the wind and rain outside, and their figures in the blue-black rain curtain gradually blurred and soon disappeared.

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