Time flows very quickly in the world of memory, and when you return to the real world for a day in memory, you find that only a few minutes have passed.

Yang Jian didn't know what happened in his memory, and his sinking came to an end, falling not far from the black coffin.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes glanced at the coffin again, and suddenly found that some kind of connection and induction were getting deeper and deeper.

The stolen spirit came from the coffin, indicating that the coffin was most likely the source of the ghost lake. It is precisely because of this that he did not sink into the lake like Cao Yang and could not move, but gradually resumed his actions.

Ten minutes passed.

Yang Jian fully regained his mobility, and without saying a word, he swam directly towards the coffin not far away.

Rather than swimming, it is better to say that the lake water has become like air, there is no obstacle, and the supernatural suppression in it has quietly disappeared, and he is walking around the bottom of the lake.

Bang bang.

Yang Jian knocked on the black coffin with a golden spear, making a dull sound, and the next second he directly stretched out his leg and kicked the coffin lid open.

The lid of the coffin is lifted.

He was ready to nail the ghost with a coffin nail, and although it felt a little whimsical and unrealistic, he did it anyway.

But a strange scene happened.

The coffin was opened, and a strong smell of scarlet blood poured out, staining the lake in the nearby area with a scarlet color.

"Is this blood?"

Yang Jian's face changed, in front of this kind of blood, the ghost eye's vision was disturbed, and he couldn't lock on to the scene inside the coffin.

He couldn't help but take a step back and subconsciously waved his hand.

The lake in front of me was cut off, and the truncated area was constantly expanding, expanding, spreading from top to bottom, in both directions.

It was as if the whole lake had been split in two.

"Is this a ghost lake that has been divided?"

At this moment, Yang Jian had a deep understanding of the idea of stealing the spirit of the ghost lake. A part of the lake water belonged to him from then on, and he forcibly cut it out of the lake and stole it.

"This kind of blood is similar to ghost blood."

Yang Jian frowned and muttered, holding a cracked spear, his body standing in his ghost lake, looking at the coffin in the lake in the opposite area.

The blood in the coffin spread out, spreading out in all directions, if it wasn't for the early division of Yang Jian, maybe the lake water that belonged to him would be contaminated with that blood.

At this moment, the thick blood bubbled out of the coffin as if a spring had been dug up, polluting more and more of the lake water to scarlet.

Where the ghost eye can't see.

In the other half of the lake, a female corpse lies quietly in the coffin, the body looks like she has just died, her skin is still a little ruddy, and most importantly, she is wearing an Interpol uniform.

The strange thing is that the face of the female corpse shows two faces at this moment.

The right half of the face belongs to the missing Captain Yinzi, and the other left half of the face belongs to Liang Xingyang.

And there is an old and strange cabinet pressed on the chest of the female corpse, which seems to exist as a funeral object. The ghost cabinet was heavy and pressed straight on the female corpse, as if to prevent the corpse from being cheated.

You can see that the haunted cabinet has regained some color, and the wooden board on one side is painted with bright red paint. The amount of this transaction is very large, and the curse belonging to the ghost cabinet is also being quickly restored.

But as the blood contaminates the lake, the face belonging to the latter is devouring the face of the former, and the speed of this supernatural erosion is proceeding at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

In the world of memory, this supernatural erosion is slow, but after being projected into reality, the time is greatly reduced.

The face belonging to Liang Xingyang is being presented little by little.

"Phew, I admit I'm betting, but I won the bet."

At all costs, the blood completely polluted the only remaining Liucheng Lake water in the ghost lake, Liang Xingyang's face finally appeared, and then he opened his eyes suddenly.

At this moment, he completely replaced the ghost of the ghost lake with Shen Lin's ghostly appearance, and also controlled the ghost of the ghost lake.

Liang Xingyang woke up, and the first thing he did was to look at the ghost cabinet pressing on him.

He withdrew the blood that spread in the lake water into the ghost heart again, and after controlling the ghost lake, he no longer needed the help of the ghost blood to suppress it.

He stretched out his bloody palm and wiped the paint off the cupboard, taking away the amount of money that had been traded, and making the cupboard look colorless again.

After Liang Xingyang did all this, he pushed away the old cabinet pressed on his body and stood up from the coffin.

Suddenly.

He looked behind him and spotted Yang Jian's figure.

The connection and induction between the ghost lakes appeared between the two.

Yang Jian walked over with some surprise and asked in a low voice, "You have controlled the ghost lake?" ”

After the blood in the lake disappeared, he saw the female corpse standing in the coffin, but the female corpse's face was strangely Liang Xingyang's appearance.

In an unknown way, he solved the only remaining ghost lake.

Liang Xingyang smiled: "That's right. ”

In the original work, Shen Lin was too bold and too risky, and tried in vain to directly control the entire ghost lake and failed, but was controlled by the ghost lake.

Liang Xingyang stole the supernatural of ghost blood, and originally didn't value the supernatural of the ghost lake. Previously, he used the hand of the ghost dream dog to severely weaken the ghost lake, and then it was only because he accidentally invaded the memory of the ghost trapped in the coffin that he had to take the risk to control the remaining ghost lake.

"This corpse is He Yin'er."

Liang Xingyang thought for a moment, He Yin'er would be the last conjuring spirit, and the one-eyed old man in Taiping Ancient Town would definitely come to find He Yin'er's corpse and let her inherit the inheritance of the conjuring.

At this moment, two boat shadows were reflected on the surface of the lake, and the shadows crossed their heads, which were immediately noticed, but they did not have time to pay attention.

A sense also appeared in their minds, and the ghost lake was invading reality.

Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "Since the ghost lake has been solved, then this lake cannot be allowed to invade reality. ”

"Then bring the ghost lake back to this supernatural place, recover the lake water that has flowed outside, and maybe you can also eliminate the impact of the ghost lake on Zhongzhou City." Liang Xingyang said.

With both of them working together, the invasion of the Ghost Lake is ending.

A wasteland in the city of Zhongzhou.

This is the corresponding place of the Ghost Lake's real-life invasion.

Li Jun, Ah Hong, and Liu San were still trying to prevent the ghost lake from invading into reality, but the hazy and cold lake in front of them began to quickly withdraw from reality like a low tide, and there were no traces of the supernatural.

"What's the situation, the ghost lake doesn't invade reality again?" Ah Hong's face was confused, and she said in confusion.

"To achieve this level, I'm afraid that someone has successfully mastered the ghost lake to make it possible to do this." Liu San bent down and plucked a weed from the wasteland, sniffing the faint supernatural aura on it, and his tone was a little affirmative.

Li Jun said: "It seems that they dealt with this S-class supernatural incident. ”

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