The dim sky was covered with dark clouds, a thick haze blocked the kilometer, and sparse rain fell from the haze of the sky.

"It's eleven fifty-nine."

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved.

The sound of the old radio in his body stopped, and a fierce wind with a strong smell of corpses in the extremely clammy cold suddenly blew.

Yang Jian was distributing mourning clothes, the first one was thrown to Liang Xingyang, and then the four messengers each had a mourning dress, and they also took one and draped it on their bodies, and there were two left.

Liang Xingyang draped the square tablecloth-sized white mourning clothes on his body, and then threw seven more black paper umbrellas in his hands to the seven ghost riders.

Zhou Deng looked at it with a blank eye, and then got a handful.

The people assigned to the mourning clothes had all been put on, and they were draped in this dirt-stained, very dirty white cloth.

Liang Xingyang said: "I will arrange a means, but there will always be a ghost missing, I hope to get through this day safely." ”

As soon as the words fell.

Six ghost slaves shrouded in black veils appeared beside him out of thin air.

"I see! All the messengers followed me into the old house. ”

Yang Jian's eyes were solemn, and after he finished speaking, he took the lead in striding towards the ancient mansion with a lantern, and the four messengers immediately followed.

Liang Xingyang threw away a white lantern in his hand, and after the third day of mourning, the lantern was no longer useful.

The rain shone on the lantern, eroding it completely, but the candle flame in the lantern was strangely unextinguished, and the white light still illuminated the darkness.

He observed the eight ghost riders, and said lightly, "All of them hold umbrellas and go into the ghosts." ”

Zhou Deng and the seven ghost riders did not hesitate when they heard this, and opened the black paper umbrella in their hands.

The rain in front of the gate of the old house gradually became heavier.

The bean-sized raindrops crackled on the paper umbrella, but the oil-paper umbrella was not damaged.

in sight.

The eight people holding black paper umbrellas are disappearing, and their figures are blurring.

Not only himself, but also the umbrella he was holding in his hand was disappearing.

It was as if this paper umbrella was not for the living, but for the dead. If a living person uses it, he will be involved in incomprehensible supernatural phenomena as he is now.

And yet at this very moment.

Twelve o'clock arrived punctually.

A cold wind suddenly blew out from the depths of the ghost forest, this yin wind was terrifying, chilling all over the body, and the lantern that could not even be extinguished by the rain in the last second was suddenly extinguished at this moment.

The wind blew out the lanterns, and the white light vanished.

This signal represents the fourth day of mourning, which officially begins.

Liang Xingyang instructed the groveling ghost slaves: "There are many powerful ghosts who come to mourn on the fourth day, try to stop them and assimilate." ”

The six ghost slaves shrouded in black veil were lifeless, and did not respond to his words, standing in front of the gate of the ancient mansion like sculptures.

Liang Xingyang held a black paper umbrella and looked solemnly at the ghost forest not far away.

On this day, the ghost forest was out of control.

In the originally empty ghost forest, now a figure has emerged, the crowd is surging, and there are suddenly a few pairs of scattered footprints on the edge of the winding path, but there is no figure of anyone walking, and it seems that a few more invisible things have come out of the woods and stepped on this path.

A chill blew up without warning, as if it wanted to knock open the door of the ancient mansion.

However, a sudden gust of wind blew around, blocking the rotting stench.

And yet the next moment.

Liang Xingyang suddenly saw that the winding path, which originally had only scattered footprints, began to emerge one by one terrifying figures dressed in black.

Some of those figures were big and small, tall and some short.

A group of black-clothed figures watched the white figures guarding the gate, black and white seemed to form a sharp contrast, and the ghosts on the path kept moving towards the ancient mansion, extremely fast.

Two of them, dressed in black shrouds, in a standard running posture, kept swinging their hands and feet, running deep and shallow through the stagnant water, and were the first to come to the open space in front of the gate.

The paper man's face was as white as snow, his blood-colored eyes were open, his pupils were black, and he turned from time to time, as if he was staring at Liang Xingyang, who was in the way.

Liang Xingyang commanded: "Assimilate them." ”

The stagnant water is trampled, the rain erodes, and the paper people trigger the law of killing ghosts.

Six black veil-shrouded ghost slaves twisted their necks stiffly, and took a step towards the two paper figures.

The gaze under the black veil is particularly weird, the black veil on the ghost slave's body is gradually fading, more like falling off, and the ghost actively struggles to take off the black veil and reveal his true appearance.

However, the paper figures in black shrouds did not stand still, they showed exaggerated smiles on their faces, and each stared at a ghost slave, and the palms of the paper tied grabbed the body of the ghost slave.

"Click."

The force on the palm of the paper man's hand ignored the black veil's block, and the ghost slave's body made a penetrating sound of bones breaking, and even the attack of the black veil was stopped.

It's obviously a dummy made of paper, but its strength is amazing, and it can easily break the bones of normal people.

Meanwhile.

The black veil on the heads of the four ghost slaves next to them completely faded, revealing faces that were exactly the same as those of paper people.

Ripples rippled on the stagnant water flowing on the ground, and soon the ripples disappeared, and the four reflections leaned towards the two paper figures along the stagnant water at some point.

In the reflection of the stagnant water, the two black shroud paper figures were eroded by the supernatural,

The paper people's heads were gradually covered with a layer of black veil, and the erosion seemed to continue to deepen, and the layers of black veil gradually became denser.

Until some kind of suppression was formed, the paper figure was completely shrouded in black veil, and its movement became extremely slow, until it was unable to move, and it became a powerful ghost shrouded in black veil.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and he used the ghost wind to block the ghosts on the path for a few seconds, and watched with satisfaction as the two black shrouded paper figures were eroded into two black veil-shrouded ghosts.

The ghost slave who was attacked by the paper people before couldn't see any damage at all, and the appearance under the black veil was unreal.

Currently, he has eight assimilated ghosts.

The stagnant water was trampled, and the law of killing was triggered again, and the eight ghosts shrouded in black veil twisted their stiff necks, staring at the surging ghosts on the path, without fear, and resolutely went up the ghost tide.

Liang Xingyang was expressionless, put away his umbrella, turned around and walked into the ancient mansion.

The gate of the ancient mansion was destined to erupt into a continuous attack, so he couldn't stay here.

Ghosts can't be killed, but they will be assimilated little by little. Just like a drop of ink in a glass of water, the whole glass of water will be assimilated into black.

The further you go, the more powerful ghosts are assimilated, and the more reflections in the stagnant water, the faster the speed of assimilating other powerful ghosts will be.

After a period of time, except for some special ghosts that cannot be seen or touched, all the ghosts who trample on stagnant water will be attacked collectively by a large group of ghosts who have been assimilated into a black veil and shrouded in black veil.

……

Walk into the lobby.

With a series of cries echoing in from outside the door, Liang Xingyang had just walked to the red coffin, and the door behind him was slammed open by something.

But at this time, Yang Jian opened the red coffin.

On the fourth day, the old man's corpse was partially revived, and the old man sat up straight and stiff from it like a spring, his eyes closed, facing the door, and the expression on his old face was serious, vicious, and terrifying.

"Bang."

The door of the old mansion was pushed open by the ghost.

Endless supernatural phenomena erupted.

There were a lot of dirty handprints on the shadow walls, and the walls were also stained with a lot of blackened soil, and the cold wind poured into the ancient house, and the air was filled with a rotten stench.

And yet the next moment.

The ghosts that poured into the ancient mansion stopped in unison and stopped further invasion.

The cry of wow came to an abrupt end, the wind that poured into the lobby silently stopped, the dirty dirt on the walls disappeared, and the dirty handprints appeared with mutilated fingers.

All kinds of supernatural phenomena are interfered with and suppressed,

Many ghosts were blocked at the door, and before they even had time to invade the location of the patio, they were suppressed by the old man and couldn't move.

The ghost who was not suppressed in the back pushed away the ghost that was suppressed in front and continued to invade the ancient mansion, and then was also suppressed by the old man.

Until the number of ghosts pouring into the ancient mansion has reached a certain number.

The tilted scales become equal, and they oppose each other, creating a delicate balance.

However, an unexpected scene happened.

Outside the heavy gate of the ancient mansion, strange arms stretched out at this time, and these arms were placed on the body of a powerful ghost who could not move, and then effortlessly dragged the ghost out of the door and assimilated.

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