Cold, lonely, moist.

Yang Jian couldn't move, and after sinking into the turbid water, he found himself in a supernatural place, the Ghost Lake.

The water of the lake is like a solidified cold air, revealing a bone-chilling cold.

Perhaps only when the ghost lake returns to reality will it be transformed into real lake.

Yang Jian's body was sinking, and the scarlet ghost eyes were turning restlessly, watching the secrets of the sinking at the bottom of the lake.

The first layer is the floating corpse, which is an endless number of female corpses, the corpses flutter with the lake, lifeless, swaying, the dense black hair is more like a layer of aquatic plants, once entangled, you can imagine how terrifying it will be.

However, there was a gap in the direction of Yang Jian's sinking, as if it had been specially prepared.

At this time, the miserable white eyes of many female corpses were staring at each other, and a depressing, terrifying atmosphere was almost breathless.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank and he tried to move his body, but he was unsuccessful.

Perhaps the theft process was not over yet, and the judgment of the female corpse was confused, and he crossed the first layer of the lake without danger and reached the second layer.

The corpses on this level are all ghost riders who have died unlucky in the ghost lake, representing powerful ghosts who have not fully recovered.

Yang Jian didn't stay on this floor for long, and the sinking continued.

The further down the lake went, the water became colder, the light became dimmer, and the depths of the lake became darker.

However, Ghosteye's vision was not hindered by the dim light, and he soon reached the third level.

Most of the corpses that sank here are already real ghosts.

The appearance of the ghost will not change because of the long-term immersion in the lake water, but it has fallen into a deep sleep, and there is a possibility of awakening.

The deeper the sink, the higher the supernatural intensity.

Yang Jian was still sinking, and suddenly his eyes moved slightly, and before heading to the fourth layer, he saw a familiar figure, Cao Yang.

Cao Yang's eyes were closed, his face was pale, he was wearing a strange shroud, holding a red ghost candle that had been extinguished in his hand, soaked in the lake and motionless, life and death were uncertain.

At this time, Yang Jian didn't have time to rescue Cao Yang, and he suddenly found that the cold and stiff feeling on his body was dissipating.

At the same time, he also sank to the fourth layer of the lake.

Here he saw a black coffin, large and lying in the mud and fine sand at the bottom of the lake, and from the corner of the lid of the coffin, a few strange strands of black hair fluttered out.

He had a feeling for the black coffin, as if an indescribable sense had been established between the two.

Meanwhile.

Ghost Lake in memory.

Liang Xingyang dragged the rusty big knife with both hands, and after hacking to death a female corpse, he found the source of the ghost for the second time.

It was also the second time that he invaded the memory of the source ghost, and he arrived at the depths of the ghost's memory, but not at the ferry port of Taiping Ancient Town, but in a dark environment.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Out of the darkness came the cry of a woman,

"It's a grimace's cry, and, what the hell is here?"

Liang Xingyang was reaching out and groping around, and found that the space he was in was extremely narrow, with wooden walls on all sides, and before he could react, he suddenly heard a familiar cry, and his heart sank.

He didn't have the ability to ignore the darkness with ghost eyes, and his expression in the darkness couldn't help but become solemn.

between blurs,

He felt a cold body behind him against his back.

No, maybe not behind his back, but he was lying on a cold, stiff corpse.

The thought made him suddenly realize.

"My current position should be a black coffin, so what I used to cushion my back was that the source was !! ghost."

Liang Xingyang gasped, he actually invaded this part of the memory node where the ghost had just recovered at the beginning and was trapped in the coffin.

And yet at this very moment.

Two cold and terrifying arms stretched out from the darkness, hugged Liang Xingyang's waist and abdomen, and tightened down, as if to drag him into the darkness.

At this moment, Liang Xingyang's face changed greatly, he wanted to urge the ghost heart, but the strange thing was that the ghost heart fell into silence and did not respond at all.

"It's the suppression of this coffin!"

He quickly realized something, and finally realized how dangerous his situation really was.

There is only one ghost coffin, and that is one of the puzzle pieces of the ghost cha.

And this black coffin is more like an imitation, although it does not have the ability to transform people into ghosts, but the supernatural power that suppresses ghosts is comparable to that of ghost coffins.

Liang Xingyang struggled to break free from the restraints and ground the ground, and the rusty knife scraped across the inner wall of the coffin, causing the coffin to emit a slight vibration.

But gradually, the body surrounded by the female corpse began to be a little disobedient, and the feeling of cold and numbness spread throughout the body.

His body sank in the darkness, and soon it was like a whole person falling into a ghost lake, and the muddy lake water poured into his mouth and nose.

The coffin contained a coffin of water, with a lot of black hair floating on the water, and a special female corpse sank to the bottom of the water, her white eyes were glowing with a faint green light, and her strange gaze was like a man's back.

Liang Xingyang felt so cold that his whole body was soaked.

Too deep into the supernatural memory, at this moment, he was targeted, touched, and affected by the ghost.

And in the special environment of being in a black coffin, you can't even restart it through memories. This coffin is like a cage, locking the ghost lake and the ghost to recover, and at the same time, it also locks himself who rashly intruded.

It's just that the black coffin can't suppress the two terrifying existences at the same time, which is also the reason why Liang Xingyang can act, and the ghost at the source of the ghost lake has also gained a certain ability to act.

"The mirror ghost, the ghost heart, and the ghost shadow are suppressed by the coffin, and they can't escape through Shen Lin's ghost restart. The only way to survive is to fight with the curse of the ghost blood and the ghost cupboard. ”

Liang Xingyang thought wildly in his mind, and without hesitation, he cut his body with a rusty broadknife, causing the flowing scarlet blood to overflow.

In this posture of being surrounded by female corpses, he couldn't attack the female corpse behind him with Zhang Xianguang's big knife, but it was not a problem to bleed himself.

But the next second.

Thick black hair swarmed in, inch by inch, tightly strangled around his neck and limbs. And the cold and wet palm of the female corpse grabbed his shoulder, lying in his ear and not knowing what to say.

Liang Xingyang only felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more confused, and his mouth and nose were oozing blood.

"Bang dang."

The rusty broadsword fell off with a sound and sank into the stagnant water and disappeared.

"Help me navigate the ghost lake."

Liang Xingyang's fingers moved with difficulty, writing his requirements.

The viscous blackened blood did not spread in the stagnant water, but remained crookedly on the inner wall of the coffin.

An old, weird cupboard appeared out of thin air and took the handwriting.

The water in the coffin was now muddy, and the blood was mixed with the water of the lake, and it was red.

Liang Xingyang finished everything, his body exhausted the last bit of strength, his consciousness became blurred, he became cold and stiff, and he could no longer move.

Then, he felt himself melting, as if he had become a puddle of water, melted into the blood inside the coffin.

Everything was calm again, except for the occasional bubble.

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