"Is this the strength of the top ghost riders of the Republic of China?"

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he was also carefully observing the dark and deep doorway, especially the ominous and strange darkness, and the spiritual aura contained in it made people's hearts jump.

Liang Wensong didn't hide his secrets, his eyes stared straight at Yang Jian's right hand: "The supernatural supernatural on my body is still incomplete, and I can only infinitely superimpose the door opening, but I can't superimpose the mortal supernatural." ”

Luo Wensong dismembered a terrifying ghost before his death, and stored the ghost hand and the ghost with the missing hand in two soul bottles.

If you want to stack the spirits that will die, you must make up for the ghost hand and the ghost with the missing hand.

Liang Xingyang said: "The soul bottle where the ghost with the missing right hand is located has not been used yet, and it can be handed over to you after this operation." ”

"I'm fine."

Yang Jian didn't have any opinion on this, he didn't plan to make up the puzzle pieces of the ghost hand, and increasing the weight of the ghost hand would not allow him to balance the ghost lake. Moreover, if the ghost has the quota to suppress a ghost in his hand, he can't let it go at all.

Liang Wensong said thoughtfully: "I have to do this, I don't know if the ghost who lacks the right hand can derive countless palms from the left hand." ”

The derivative palm of the ghost hand and the ghost door are the key to infinitely superimposing knocking and opening the door.

Liang Xingyang waved his hand and said, "Let's act!" ”

The three of them disappeared in place, and when they reappeared, they had already passed the withered crops and scarecrows to the rusty iron gate of the manor.

The white-skinned and cold palm sank directly into the iron door, and did not block the passage.

As soon as the three of them walked in, they immediately noticed an anomaly.

The inside of the manor turned out to be a ghost, the light dimmed instantly, and the surrounding farms were infinitely expanded by the supernatural, and there was no end in sight.

At this moment, the scarecrows crucified seemed to have spotted the intruders, and all of them jumped off the wooden frame behind them and ran towards them.

Liang Wensong didn't see a little nervousness on his face, and he still had time to comment: "There are a lot of scarecrows, but they are just some kind of supernatural derivation, which is not enough to succeed, but it is a threat to some ordinary ghost riders." ”

As soon as the words fell, he stood up directly.

A strange and powerful spirit came into play, the surrounding light became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the already dim environment fell directly into darkness, and the terrifying spirit swept from all directions, and the whole world seemed to become a light bulb that went out.

This is a terrible supernatural that belongs to the lights out and you will die.

Soon.

The darkness spread into the distance, and the light ahead gradually became clearer.

It was as if an invisible scythe had slashed through it, and all the nearby scarecrows fell to the ground at this moment, becoming fragmented and broken, and all the spirits were harvested.

With such an effect, even Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian couldn't help but look sideways, but they also knew that it was impossible for such a big movement not to attract the attention of the people inside.

Being in the world of ghost painting is equivalent to cutting off contact with the outside world.

Liang Wensong's actions are to scare the snake, and it also has the meaning of luring the snake out of the hole, and they have a lot of time to camp step by step.

But at this moment, the high-rise building of the manor castle is still calm, and there is no abnormality to be seen, as if it is just an old building with a long history, as if the people inside do not know what is going on outside.

Yang Jian was a little uncomfortable after losing the assistance of the ghost eye, staring at the windows of the castles, and did not see anything abnormal.

But actually.

Interior of the castle.

A slightly senile man in his fifties, dressed in an old-fashioned suit, holding a black cane and exuding a coldness that did not look like a living person, stood quietly by a window, looking down at the situation below.

And beside him, there was an old butler.

The man asked in a hoarse voice, "This is a special ghost that only the powerful ghosts in the S-class horror museum incident have, and it is basically difficult for those who are involved in the ghost to get out of trouble." The other party came prepared, did you find out the identity of these people? ”

The manor lord's voice was extremely hoarse, with a bit of hideousness, which made people feel frightened.

The old housekeeper on the side suddenly became nervous, and he couldn't even control it, he trembled all over, and hurriedly bent down and said: "Sir, according to their appearance, they should be ghost riders under the control of the Asian headquarters, but it is not clear for the time being why they came to find trouble." ”

"Now the gardeners are staying in the castle waiting for your orders, and if you give them, you will be able to stop their reckless behavior."

The manor lord stared at the ashes falling from the sky, his eyes were vigilant, and he turned around and said in a deep voice: "I remember that the business of hunting ghost handlers has not involved the Asian headquarters for a long time, so check to see if the recent operation has involved that side." ”

He still had a question in his heart, whether the plan of the king's organization was at risk of being leaked, otherwise with his name, how could anyone dare to come to the horror manor to find trouble.

The old butler hurriedly answered and began to think.

Every top ghost rider is a character who has struggled from countless lives and deaths, and the fool has long fallen halfway, so the lord of the manor is very calm, and he will not rush forward.

The ghost painting belongs to the S-class supernatural, which is enough for him to weigh three points.

"Let the gardener test the other party's reality first."

The lord of the manor did not wait for the old butler to come out, and opened his mouth to order.

The life of the gardener was not in his consideration at all, they were all outlaws who had been taken in, more or less saddled with international wanted warrants, and this kind of ghost handler was a consumable in his hands.

The old butler took out his mobile phone and began to contact the twenty-six gardeners who were waiting, and this time he felt that five people should be enough.

"Is your brain mush? If the opponent is strong, it will be our strength that will be compromised. All the gardeners together, you tell them, I'm going to do it in the dark. A hoarse voice came from the manor's shriveled mouth.

This special ghost cut off all signals, he couldn't find help at all, and he couldn't waste a single card in his hand.

The old butler was in a hurry and left here to deliver the order.

Outside the castle towers.

Liang Wensong's hand held the big iron door, and said with a smile: "Obviously, the manor owner was a turtle with a shrunken head." ”

Yang Jian asked, "How do you know that someone is inside?" ”

Liang Xingyang explained: "Although the manor is calm, it is also revealing a fact. If it weren't for the lord of the manor in command, those gardeners couldn't have been so calm. ”

"I can vaguely feel the situation behind the door, there are no less than thirty people hiding in this manor, and if the other party doesn't take the initiative, then we can only go in." Liang Wensong was eager to try.

After he became the fourth manager of the post office, he inherited Luo Wensong's supernatural spirit under the splicing of ghosts, and became a top ghost handler in one fell swoop.

This was the first time he had walked out of the post office, and even though the Lord of the Horror Manor was famous, he felt a little itchy in his hands, and this hunting mission was full of challenges, and it also helped him to familiarize himself with the spirits in his body.

With the curse of the post office, he can't die at all, and he can be bold and try.

However, this time.

The gate of the manor opened violently, and some people with strange temperaments began to stream out.

Liang Xingyang said to Liang Wensong: "We take retreat as advance, and Yang and I will use the ghost lake to engulf this manor." If the lord of the manor continues to shrink, then prepare to sink into the ghost lake. ”

After imprisoning some of the ghosts in the backlog of ghost lakes, the lord of the manor will not face the ghost lake as easily as in the original book.

Liang Wensong nodded directly.

Yang Jian had no objection.

In the case of the ghost snake that has lost the ghost eye, many methods are inconvenient to use, and he thinks that his positioning for this operation is just a helper.

Liang Xingyang's expression moved, ignoring the twenty-six gardeners, his white and cold palms shook, and the three disappeared.

High in the sky.

Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian worked together to use the spirit of the ghost lake and began to flood the manor.

Bang la blah.

The sound of water from far and near, like a gentle wave on the surface of a calm lake, sounds very comfortable and pleasant.

In the world of ghost paintings, the sound of the water waves of the ghost lake sounds.

The sound of the water began to grow louder and louder, and even spread into the distance.

The next moment.

A huge wave swept in, breaking not only through the blockade of the ghost painting, but also through the ghost snake in the manor, as if it was about to engulf the whole world.

At the castle window, the lord of the manor stared at the top of his head with a face full of incredulity, and his body couldn't help but take a step back.

A hazy, cold lake was appearing high in the sky, and it was becoming clearer, and even the surroundings were already starting to get wet.

The cold enveloped the entire manor, and a lake was gradually emerging clearly, as if an illusion was gradually becoming a reality.

The gardeners who walked out of the castle exchanged their heads and ears, only to find that the ground was beginning to seep water, and it only took a moment to reach their ankles, and they were about to reach their knees.

And the weirdest thing is that there are still white floating corpses swimming in the stagnant water under your feet.

If the ghost lake in the sky is allowed to appear, then the entire manor will sink to the bottom of the lake and never see the light of day.

Before the lord of the manor could make any moves.

The next moment, the waves were monstrous.

The waves swept in, and the cold stagnant water seemed to have dug up countless springs, and the lake was so strong that it instantly raised the water level to the waists of the gardeners.

"No ......"

A terrifying shadow crossed the bottom of the water, like a shark hunting on the bottom of the sea, a female corpse with a cape swam quickly below, several female corpses stared at a gardener, stretched out their cold and miserable palms, grabbed the gardener's hands, feet, neck, and tightly dragged the gardener into the lake.

The water that had not reached his waist had become unfathomable at the moment, engulfing the gardener directly.

The ghost rider didn't even have time to struggle, only made a splash and disappeared from the sight of the other gardeners in an instant.

A feeling of fear pervasives.

All the gardeners were staring wide-eyed and frightened into the underwater shadows, afraid that the next person to be dragged away would be themselves.

But the next moment.

"Poof!"

Half of their bodies fell into the lake, even if there was no drag of the female corpse, they were all weightless, and their bodies quickly fell into the lake, and the sound of huge falling water resounded one after another.

At the same time, a terrible scream rang out from inside the castle.

"Ah, sir, please help me."

The old butler was engulfed by the water in the corridor, and his face was distorted with horror, and he lay on the floor pleading, his hands constantly pulling at the wall, trying his best not to let himself sink.

A shadow crossed the stagnant water, and a cold and miserable white palm appeared, dragging the old butler into the water.

"Humph!"

The lord of the manor snorted coldly, not paying attention to the old butler at all, and his eyes were still staring at the three people in the sky.

The ghost lake was eroding the castle quickly, wisps of water dripping from the damp walls, and the stagnant water in the corridor spread close to him, and he stepped on it directly.

The cold water didn't reach his calves in an instant, but it stopped there, and it didn't continue to sink!

It was like a predicament in a quagmire, which made the manor owner's face even more gloomy.

Suddenly.

Countless cold and pale palms stretched out from the water.

However, when the palms touched the manor's body, they shrank back at a faster speed as if they had been burned by a hot soldering iron.

The lord of the manor lowered his head and roared, letting out a ghostly scream.

The sound was like a rallying horn, and the sound of treading water sounded one after another, and ripples began to ripple on the water.

A terrible picture was reflected in the windows of the hallway.

The back of the manor lord was empty, but the corridor suddenly appeared countless people, densely packed, these people were expressionless, their bodies were as stiff as corpses, their eyes were cold and numb, some of their bodies were mutilated, some were rotting, and some were dripping with blood.

Who is this, but a group of powerful ghosts, full of strange ghosts, all of whom have been hunted by the lord of the manor.

The picture only flashed by, and the manor owner was still empty behind him, but there were footprints on the water, and a cold aura was even stronger.

The reason for these footprints is that the corridor is full of stagnant water.

The dense souls followed behind the lord of the manor, as if acting as a tiger, trampling the stagnant water around them, and forcibly opening up a way for the lord of the manor to walk.

This is his castle, this is his palace, he is the true king here, and no one can disobey him.

A hint of anger flashed on the manor lord's cold and numb face, and he knocked on the floor with a black cane in his hand, and the hard floor exploded violently, shattering into several pieces.

And yet at this moment.

"Knock~Knock~"

One long and two short were dull, and a strange knock on the door suddenly sounded.

An invisible ghost figure let out a scream suddenly, and the figure collapsed instantly, blocking this terrifying spirit that would knock on the door and die.

The lord of the manor jerked back to find a young man in a black vintage robe standing at the other end of the hallway.

The invisible dense ghost figures in the corridor turned their heads at the same time, as if they had received some command, forming a tall wall, and crushed towards the young man.

Liang Wensong had a faint smile on his face, standing in front of a door in the corridor, and the hand that knocked on the door had not yet had time to be lowered.

And where he stood, the walls near the castle began to quickly mottle and mold, and the skin of the walls continued to fall off, turning into uneven walls, exuding a cold and obscure smell, as if a moment's work had gone through decades and been destroyed by the years.

The floor also began to collapse and dent, forming a dark and deep doorway with no bottom visible, rapidly spreading towards the manor owner.

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