The missionary's face was expressionless, the old books in his hands turned silently, and the illustrations flashed by the pages of the book.

These illustrations depict terrifying figures, some of them rotting, some of them mutilated, some of them losing their faces, all of them sealed in the supernatural world.

"Don't you explain who you are? In fact, for the top ghost handlers, our King Organization is very welcome. As long as you join and release the lord of the manor, we can save the lives of your two companions. The missionary's demagogic voice rang out.

Until now, he still couldn't figure out what the other party's motive was for hunting the manor lord, but he would never have thought that the real goal of Liang Xingyang and the three of them was actually Kelly who controlled the nightmare ghost, and the death of the terrifying manor lord was just a trend.

After all, Kelly is not at the same level as the lord of the manor, and the direction of the missionary's thinking has fallen into a misunderstanding.

"It's just me and you here, I'll play with you, I hope you don't accidentally die."

Liang Xingyang finished speaking indifferently, his white and cold palms shook, and the gray-white paper ash drifted down in the sky, blocking the area, so that everything in the ghost was clearly exposed to his perception.

He understood that the painter was hiding in the shadows to gather the other kings, and that the missionaries were only trying to stall for time.

The dark red ghost heart at the mouth of the heart pulsed rapidly, superimposed with three layers of heartbeats, accompanied by a violent sense of shock, and a dull and suppressed voice spread out in the ghost.

The infiltrating voice spread so quickly that by the time the other party reacted, it was too late.

The missionary's face changed suddenly, and a penetrating chill fell out of thin air and enveloped him. After becoming an anomaly, the heart in the body, which had long stopped beating, was beating uncontrollably at this moment.

The killing pattern of overlapping heartbeats was triggered at this moment.

With a feeling of great pain and palpitation, a thick layer of dead gray began to appear on his face, and at the same time, an inexplicable feeling of weakness filled his body.

"It's a dying spirit!"

The missionaries did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly resorted to emergency measures.

The old book in his hand quickly and silently flipped through until he reached a certain page.

The illustration on this page depicts the missionaries themselves.

The next moment.

The preacher in the illustration undergoes a change in which a shadow is cast over the opening of the heart, which gradually deepens into a dark hole, and it is clear that the heart inside has disappeared.

This is a supernatural attack that the missionary endured in reality, but now it has been transferred to the illustrations in the books.

The missionary in the illustration becomes crippled, while the real-life missionary recovers from his injuries.

Sealed.

This old book is capable of sealing away various forms of the supernatural to recover from injuries by losing a part of itself.

The more this kind of supernatural is used, sooner or later, a certain boundary of the alien will be broken, until the consciousness of the living person is so weak that it is suppressed by the instinct of the powerful ghost and becomes the new evil ghost consciousness.

"You can't kill me!"

The missionary was angry and frightened, but when he saw the pages of the book in his hand decay rapidly, a great fear immediately drowned out the anger.

As if the old pages could not bear it, page by page rotted and weathered, and the terrible wails of the ghosts came from the withered pages, sounding creepy.

As page after page rotted, the wailing faded until the sixth page.

Liang Xingyang on the side couldn't help but look sideways, and an attack by the ghost heart was actually diverted by the other party.

But at this time, he could still feel the existence of a curse, but it did not belong to the ghost heart, but to the ghost blood.

The interference of ghost blood with supernatural powers is very serious, and the old books do not take the ghost blood away from the missionary, which is an imperfect transfer.

The preacher is stained with the curse of demon blood! But he didn't realize it.

Now the old books seal the heart, but it is just the right thing that the missionaries do not notice in the heart.

A wave of darkness spread, and the missionary did not hesitate to use his ghost to shift positions.

He ran.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, but he did not stop the other party's escape.

A large amount of gray-white paper ash covered him, and he also shifted his position in the ghost and followed.

The entrance and exit to the world of the ghost painting is the picture frame, which has been hidden by him.

Nowadays, unless the down-and-out painter personally responds, the missionaries will never escape.

The missionary is the bait he releases, and he just needs to wait for the big fish to take the bait before the curse of the ghost's blood disappears.

As long as the painter dares to appear in front of him, he will definitely clean up the king with a ruthless hand, take away the other party's supernatural spirits, and use them to make up for the defects of ghost paintings.

However, there is also a time limit for this fishing, depending on how long the missionary can last under the suppression of the demon blood.

Half of the estate is not big.

The missionary's ghost slammed left and right in the world of ghost paintings, but was always stopped, and in his rush to flee, he didn't even notice that a wisp of scarlet blood could not stop flowing from his heart.

Ghost blood is revived.

An eerie sense of weakness has intensified, and it has been raised to the point where it is impossible to ignore.

The missionary slammed his steps, his eyes wide open, and he looked down at his bloody chest with an expression of disbelief.

"Ho-ho-ho, weird blood is a curse on the ghosts."

Like the last gasp of a dying man, with the horror of supernatural suppression, the body appeared stiff and sluggish.

The missionary showed a frightened expression, looked around, did not find Liang Xingyang's figure, and quickly flipped through the old books in his hand, trying to seal his heart again.

The next moment.

There were more paper ashes floating around, and Liang Xingyang's figure appeared not far away, staring indifferently at the missionary who was still breathing.

Like a terrible ghost following closely behind him, the missionary let out a low roar, interrupting the spirit of the old book, and disappeared from the spot without hesitation.

Liang Xingyang didn't care either, and silently controlled an approximate time in his heart.

Don't drag it out too long, or the angler will likely be surrounded by a school of piranhas.

Three minutes later.

There are more and more paper ashes floating in the world of ghost paintings, as if there is no end.

"Tick."

In the high sky shrouded in illusory darkness, a few drops of scarlet blood suddenly dripped out of it, and after three or two seconds of falling time, they fell into a pool of blood on the ground, making a few crisp sounds.

Immediately after, an old book stained with scarlet blood fell out of the darkening darkness, smashed into a pool of blood, and quickly sank into it, disappearing.

After a few seconds, the ghost could no longer hold on, and it collapsed and dissipated.

As if the terrible wail of a terrible ghost sounded, the bloodied missionary fell from the sky, and also fell into a pool of blood, and his body sank little by little.

"Tell me, if the painter is gathering the kings to deal with Yang Jian." Liang Xingyang's face was indifferent, and the red light outside the ghost painting world suddenly dissipated a minute ago, allowing him to guess the other party's plan.

Dozens of seconds ago, he sensed that Liang Wensong had left the ghost painting world ahead of time through the ghost gate.

This was the previous agreement, and there were no surprises.

Only Yang Jian's safety has not yet been determined.

Half of the missionary's body sank into a pool of blood, and a stiff and bleak smile appeared on his face: "His name is Yang Jian?" It seems that you are from the Asian headquarters! It's better to do this, anyway, it won't do you any good to kill me, trade me, maybe you can get that Yang Jian back. ”

Several kings joined forces to besiege a ghost rider, and he didn't think anything unexpected would happen.

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