"Even if you end up in trading, you're not the only choice!" Liang Xingyang's face was calm, and when he saw that the missionary was obviously unaware of the information, he ignored him.

"No, no, I'm more valuable than the lord of the manor, let me go, and I can tell the king about the plan that the organization has planned for many years." The pool of blood was as deep as a pond, and the missionary had only one head left in the pool of blood, still anxiously fighting for it.

If his life is gone, why should he care about the life or death of the king's organization.

The painter didn't come, so Liang Xingyang could only put down the fishing plan and said slowly: "Don't tell me the secret is the Ark Project......"

As soon as the words fell.

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and a splash of bright ink appeared in the gray-white paper ash in the sky, as if someone was smearing a ghost painting in a vain attempt to destroy this terrible murderous painting.

However, the supernatural interference of oil painting is very short-lived, and the supernatural intensity of the ink and the paper ash is not equal, and the floating paper ash only stagnates for a moment.

And yet it was in this instant.

A wall covered in graffiti watched as the unreal dim alley spread rapidly, and six kings descended from the unreal to the real and appeared around.

The ghost painting was disturbed, and Liang Xingyang's consciousness appeared in a trance for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes shrank suddenly.

He saw a pair of green eyes peeking out of the haze like the night, the eyes were fierce and evil, like a beast that chooses people to devour, and the look at each other added a pair of green eyes, which is a supernatural that increases his own number.

At the same time, someone in the darkness raised an old double-barreled shotgun, did not deliberately aim, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang."

Gunshots rang out.

Blood flowed, a dark hole appeared in his chest, and something squirmed in the depths of the wound, as if he was stretching his limbs and recovering from his slumber.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were instantly cold, and before he could treat the wound, a pair of doll twin girls appeared strangely in front of him, and two miserable white arms grabbed him.

But by this time, he had already reacted.

The ghost's heart throbbed violently, and a dull suppressed heartbeat that had been superimposed quickly spread out.

The doll twin girl let out a scream, was hit by the sound of a heartbeat, and her body flew straight out.

But after the twin girls retreated, four hideous, rotting heads flew out from behind them, and their mouths full of black fangs were bitten on his limbs.

The next second.

The butcher stepped out from behind the twin girls, with a bloody and cruel smile on his face, brandishing a blood-stained curly bladed kitchen knife and slashing at him.

In the dim alley, an old man with a thin arm looked numb, he didn't move, but slowly lowered the arm that had been raised for an unknown number of years.

As the height decreased, a vaguely shaped, but somewhat old and tattered coffin appeared out of thin air.

The arms were lowered lower and lower, and with each lowering of the coffin, the coffin lifted gradually became clearer. The coffin seemed to be invading reality from an unknown supernatural place, and the diffuse aura became more and more strange and ominous.

Liang Xingyang's eyes sank, although he was guarding against the possible coffin nails, but the successive supernatural attacks had begun to make him a little overwhelmed.

His limbs were bitten by four rotting dead heads, and he found that he couldn't use the ghost to shift his position.

The butcher's attack followed, and he could barely turn sideways, dodging the oncoming butcher's knife and resisting the butcher's kitchen knife with his shoulder.

The curly-bladed kitchen knife was embedded in the shoulder, and the flesh was scattered, scarlet blood oozed out, and the shoulder began to ache violently.

"No, my knife has never been missed." The butcher said incredulously.

The butcher's knife slashed at the body, but the spirit was stained with ghost blood, and the mortal curse carried on the kitchen knife did not play a big role.

However, in this gap, the four rotten human heads that bit Liang Xingyang's body suddenly stiffened, let go of their mouths, and fell from him with a grunt.

Touching his body, the number of ghosts suppressed by the ghost heart took effect, and the ghost was suppressed by the spirit, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Losing the restriction of the human head, Liang Xingyang reached out and grabbed the butcher's neck.

Under the unsolvable suppression of the ghost, a terrible ghost wail came from under the butcher's fat body.

There are too many ghosts in this king's body, and even the quota of suppressing the six ghosts is a drop in the bucket, and it is useless.

Realizing this, he quickly made up for the terrifying supernatural of the ghost shadow.

The butcher's head vanished in an instant, turning into a projection on the ground. It's just that the projection of the human head is constantly flickering, and it is estimated that it will soon get rid of the supernatural influence.

Liang Xingyang didn't think that the ghost shadow could kill a king, his real purpose was to get rid of the butcher's entanglement, take this opportunity to leave here, and not let himself fall into the king's frequent siege.

On the other side, the down-and-out painter held the drawing board, focusing on what was scribbling on the white paper, and continued to interfere with the ghost painting, and said with a stunned expression: "Where did this guy come from, his strength is so strong, he stopped the four kings in one go." ”

The attacks of himself, Simon the Cowboy, the Twin Maiden, and the Butcher's four kings were all resisted by an unknown ghost rider, which was simply ridiculous.

They are kings, people who stand at the top of the pyramid of the supernatural circle, and each of them is the top ghost rider in the country, with their own pride.

The ascetic who carried the coffin said in a hoarse voice: "I can't let him go, I can't turn back until now, and hunting the lord of the manor will only be the beginning." Even if it costs a little, keep him! ”

After saying that, one of the raised arms dropped in height significantly, and began to tremble a little, as if it was a little unbearable.

With each drop of height, the lifted coffin became more and more dangerous.

The old black coffin became clearer and clearer, and then a crack opened in the lid of the coffin.

Inside the coffin was a thick darkness, and a pair of strange eyes emerged from it, and as if they were scrambling, they quickly crowded this crack, spying on everything outside.

Liang Xingyang didn't ignore even one king, but he couldn't spare the energy to stop the terrifying old man from putting down the coffin in his hand.

The twin girls were repulsed and entangled, and the four rotting heads were revived and flew up, while Simon took the opportunity to fire a second shot, hitting him again.

The two bullets were rapidly recovering, but they soon began to stop, and they were suppressed by the ghost heart and fell directly into a deep sleep.

"I can't stay any longer."

Liang Xingyang gritted his teeth, and the hazy and cold lake began to flow out of his feet.

Surrounded by wolves, this is a very dangerous battle, and if you are not careful, you will lose your life here. Even if he is an outlier, he can't resist the attacks of the four kings one after another, and this is still when the king does not play his hole cards.

If you don't get out of the predicament, sooner or later you will be consumed here.

But soon, he suddenly found that his body had become a little stiff, as if he had been nailed to the ground, and he was gradually losing consciousness.

The beating frequency of the ghost heart has also slowed down, but under the interference of the ghost blood, it has not completely lost control.

It's just that the paper ashes floating all the time in the sky have stopped, and it is clear that the ghost has been affected by the coffin.

"Get you on your way." The down-and-out painter had a solemn face, he had already painted the oil painting, and he was waiting for it to be used in this time period.

Suddenly.

The light behind Liang Xingyang dimmed, and under the darkness, his body was eroded by the darkness, as if it was about to disappear under the pull of the oil painting.

However, the ghost lake under his feet and the ghost blood in his body seriously interfered with the supernatural power of the oil painting, and he once again survived and stayed in the world of ghost painting, not being sent away.

But the next moment.

"You're too careless to ignore my existence."

A tall, thin figure appeared strangely next to him, a dagger in his hand stabbed at him.

The strange dagger sank into his chest.

A few mutilated fingers stuck out of the crack in the handle of the knife and held the killer holding the knife, which was the curse of this supernatural weapon, and it was also the backlash.

Liang Xingyang's whole person seemed to be frozen, only his eyes moved slightly, staring at the dagger that had sunk into his chest, and his eyes gradually became as if he had lost his soul.

The terrible curse in this dagger was eating away at his body, weakening his supernatural spirit to a certain extent.

But it's useless, give him a little time, and the ghost blood will be able to take away the curse that invaded the body.

The strange man covered in black ink was dragged by the ghost dream, and Liang Xingyang was bleeding ghost blood, and he could withstand these supernatural attacks.

"I'm not dead!" The killer was stunned.

"Bang."

Simon fired again, this time at his head, leaving a pitch-black hole in his eyebrows.

The butcher came again brandishing a curly-bladed kitchen knife, slashing head-on at the head, easily splitting the skull, blood splattering, and the kitchen knife stuck directly on it.

"It's time to fight hard."

Wisps of blood flowed from his forehead, making him look confused.

Liang Xingyang was a little embarrassed, but his eyes were full of anger.

The next moment, the ghost heart at the mouth of the heart was stimulated, and it stopped instantly, and three layers of heartbeats began to be superimposed in the violent beating.

The huge impact in all directions swept the killer and butcher around him out, and the side became empty again.

"Zila."

It was as if the sound of the paper being torn apart sounded, and the darkness behind him became a little dim under the interference of the sound of heartbeat.

This counterattack even interfered with the coffin in the hands of the ascetic who carried the coffin.

Liang Xingyang was really angry, he didn't want to leave now, he wanted to try to keep these kings: "If you don't kill me, I'll kill you!" ”

The next moment.

"Click!"

A crack appeared in the mirror ghost's body, and the starving ghost forcibly digested the ghost painting in his stomach.

Soon.

His body quickly collapsed into a mass of gray-white paper ash and disappeared in front of everyone.

Reboot!

Ghost painting reboot!

A large amount of paper ash floated in the air again, as if there was no end, but there was a slight difference, this time there was more gray and white paper ash falling.

Before the other kings could figure out what was going on, the painter's face changed suddenly, and he exclaimed, "No, let's go!" ”

The other kings were even more confused.

However, they found that the dim alley with graffiti-covered walls suddenly flickered, and suddenly, like a mirage, a pair of white and cold hands stretched out and shook, and then the alley collapsed and dissipated.

All that remains is an old drawing board, on which the oil painting is covered in a thick layer of grayish-white, apparently destroyed.

Ghost paintings began to really seal off the whole world, erasing the ink stains on it.

But it also means that they can't get out.

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