"That guy Zhang Xianguang is willing to join Dachang City and become your teammate?" Liang Wensong was a little incredulous.

Liang Xingyang nodded, and said: "So the crisis is over, you should make the road guide to the post office as soon as possible, so that we can enter and exit the post office at any time." ”

"Don't worry, I've prepared the envelope in advance."

Liang Wensong walked to a cabinet, rummaged through it, found two yellow envelopes from it, and gave them out.

One reads "Liang Xingyang" and the other reads "Yang Jian".

When the recipient gets a letter from the post office, it will invisibly taint the curse of the post office.

If you need to summon the way to the post office, you only need to open the envelope.

And at the moment.

Yang Jian, who was sleeping on the recliner, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the ghost dream world.

With Yang Xiao's help, the process of recognizing the owner went very smoothly, and he established a connection with the vicious dog and became the new owner of the ghost dream.

After Yang Jian woke up, he got his own envelope.

"Do you have a clue to navigate the puzzle of Rowan Song? Do you need our help? Liang Xingyang asked.

Liang Wensong said: "There are already eyebrows. According to my speculation, to inherit Luo Wensong's puzzle, you must first control the black caftan. ”

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "Why do you feel that you have to control the black robe?" The knocker is wearing a black gown, and the doorkeeper is also wearing a black gown, which one are you talking about? ”

Liang Wensong replied: "No, the source of the black caftan is hidden in room 601 on the sixth floor. My guess comes from a ghost newspaper! At the beginning, the newspaper ghost and the ghost newspaper complemented each other, forming a red paper ghost, and the red paper derived at the same time can also return to the blood-stained newspaper. ”

"Luo Wensong seems to have arranged everything a long time ago, using the black caftan as a medium, so that the disassembled supernatural puzzle pieces will one day return smoothly."

He calmly continued, "However, I can't take you into that room, so I need oni porcelain and a ghost necklace to prevent you from being manipulated and unable to get out of the black robe. ”

The curse of the post office can protect his consciousness, as long as he is in the post office, his consciousness will not be extinguished, but the curse cannot help him resist the supernatural attacks on the body, so he has to make another plan.

Liang Xingyang felt that the plan was feasible and said, "We don't need to be so troublesome, the ghost blood will help you suppress the black robe." You bring this dress out and we'll be there to help. ”

He retrieved two blue and white porcelain bowls from the post office, and scarlet blood oozed from his wrists and flowed into the bowls.

Liang Wensong raised his eyebrows, thought about it for a while, and found that this method was more simple and effective than his method.

He took two mouthfuls of porcelain bowls filled with blood, disappeared directly from the spot, and when he reappeared, he brought out the strange black kaftan on the hanger from room 601.

However, the black kaftan was splashed with blood, and it looked bloody. The ghost's blood invalidated the spirit, and this strange garment had no supernatural phenomena, and now it was very safely held in his hand.

Yang Jian said calmly: "If you need it, the ghost can temporarily take over your body and help you quickly put together the supernatural puzzle pieces." ”

Liang Wensong was a little surprised, and suddenly found that his understanding of the supernatural aspect was a little shallow compared to these two people.

Even though he had the experience of using ghost snakes in the island country at the beginning, now, when compared with them, there is a clear difference.

These thoughts flickered away.

After thinking clearly, Liang Wensong did not pretend to be polite, but directly and generously accepted Yang Jian's help.

Under Yang Jian's body, darkness gathered, and a tall black figure slowly stood up from the ground. The black shadow has a strange face, it is a face that is like a blood painting, this face is exactly the same as Yang Jian, lifelike, as if rubbing.

Liang Xingyang was not idle, he opened the box where the knocker was held.

The ghost heart suddenly stopped, and under the quota of suppressing the six powerful ghosts, the corpse of the terrifying old man curled up in the box did not move at all.

"Knocker ......"

Yang Jian muttered in a low voice, his face was expressionless, but his gaze was extremely complicated.

The ghost slave of the knocker spreads the knocking curse on the forum, which leads to the outbreak of paranormal events in the seventh, which is the beginning of everything.

But today, it's time to make a complete end.

Liang Xingyang's expression moved, and the ghost heart in his heart was beating, pulling the ghost blood.

Scarlet blood wriggled like life, trickling from under the black robes and back into his body.

This is a supernatural complement between the ghost heart and the ghost blood.

The ghost heart makes up for the inability of ghost blood to move, giving ghost blood the ability to flow. Ghost Blood has fixed the chaotic beating rhythm of the ghost heart, and the law of mortal killing has become easier to trigger.

Liang Wensong took a deep breath on the side, nervousness and hesitation flashed in his mind, and finally turned into a touch of firmness, and resolutely put on the bloody black robe on his hand.

And yet the moment he put it on.

The strange black robe fluttered in the wind, and two thin old man's palms stretched out from the cuffs on the left and right sides, grabbing his palms violently.

Pain!

Cold sweat flowed from Liang Wensong's forehead, and an incomparably sharp pain came from the hand he was grabbed, making his expression twist uncontrollably.

The two emaciated old man's palms were tightly glued to the flesh of Liang Wensong's palms, and they quickly parasitized like maggots attached to the bones.

This strange black robe seemed to be being pulled by someone, and it fluttered strangely a few times, and a certain cold aura was permeating, and it began to cling to the body.

Cold!

Liang Wensong suddenly sensed that something was wrong, a strong coldness was eroding his whole body, and he could clearly feel that the vitality of his body was passing at an incredible speed.

The youthful appearance is becoming old at a rate visible to the naked eye, the skin is full of wrinkles, age spots are emerging, and the hair is gray, as if it has experienced decades of vicissitudes in just a few seconds.

If it was an ordinary person who put on this strange garment, he would have been killed by now. But a cold cold spread through his mind, and the curse of the post office kept him conscious.

But then, Liang Wensong's face became blurry, and there was a strange memory invasion in his mind, as if he was becoming another person.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and roared: "I can't control this garment, my body is aging, and my memory is eroding." Yang Jian, I need help. ”

"Hold your mind, you can't die in the post office, and I'll do my best to help you snatch control of your body."

But as soon as Yang Jian's voice fell, Liang Wensong fell directly into a coma, his head hung down, and his life and death were uncertain.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank, and he strode over, the ghost shadow was infiltrating like ink, taking over his body in an instant.

The nine scarlet ghost eyes on the tall ghost figure opened in unison, and under an incredible supernatural suppression, the strange black robe stopped fluttering and became calm.

But in today's situation, Liang Wensong's aging body cannot be recovered, and he is not even conscious, and it seems that the curse of the post office has failed.

"The black caftan is assimilating him into the appearance of Luo Wensong!"

Liang Xingyang stared at that face, hurriedly calmed down, nailed the knocker with a coffin nail, and threw it to Yang Jian.

The knocker is the body of Luo Wensong who was revived after jumping from the sixth floor of the post office, but the door opener wandering in the post office also has the appearance of Luo Wensong.

Now it seems that it is most likely the impact of the black caftan caused.

The tall ghost figure of Yang Jian stretched out his blackened and stiff ghost hand, caught the knocker, pulled out the coffin nail with the other hand, and threw it back.

The nine ghost eyes were restlessly turning, peering at the knocker in front of them.

The knocker was reviving, but was quickly tucked into the darkness.

A slight sound of building blocks splicing kept sounding.

An old corpse was thrown out of the shadows like the residue of all the nutrients that had been sucked up.

The black robe derived from it, the dim ghost that ages everything, an arm with powerful rotten supernatural powers, the law of killing if you knock on the door,

The spirit on the ghost knocking on the door was stolen by the ghost and spliced onto Liang Wensong's body, becoming one of the supernatural puzzle pieces.

"Next up is the opener."

Liang Xingyang frowned, staring at Liang Wensong, who was unconscious, and had a bad premonition in his heart, but still according to the plan, he released the door opener ghost from the ghost blood and threw it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian is also not ambiguous, the ghost shadow seems to be incarnated into a black hole, stealing the derived black robe, the killing law of opening the door and dying, and the killing law of dying when the lights are turned out, and splicing it on Liang Wensong simply and rudely.

Another old corpse was thrown out.

However, this corpse is just an unlucky messenger, who has taken over his body after being killed by the ghost, and even his original appearance has been changed by the black robe.

Now, several powerful spirits that are bound to die have gathered together, to the point that even Yang Jian has to change color.

The ghost figure of Yang Jian did not hesitate to withdraw from this old body, and quickly returned to his own body.

But despite losing the takeover of the ghost, Liang Wensong's old body still hung his head and stood in place lifelessly.

There was neither a limp or a sign of awakening.

Don't wait for them to observe more.

The floor of the post office lobby cracked, and the clean tiles cracked inch by inch.

The moment when the corpse was successfully spliced, it was like waking up a terrible ghost that had been sleeping for many years, and not only that, but what changed was the entire ghost post office.

The post office was shaking, shaking, as if a strong earthquake had occurred.

Meanwhile.

"Sneer......"

The light bulbs in the hall suddenly flickered, and the lights flickered on and off, as if they were going to go out eventually.

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