Shang Tong Building.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, it was time to get off work.

The entire building began to turn scarlet, as if soaked in blood, filled with an eerie and ominous aura.

A scarlet light invisible to ordinary people covered the building and spread to the entire city of Dachang at an incredible speed.

The next second, the red light dissipated.

Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian came to Baishui Town, Dashan City from the company, crossed the high archway at the entrance of the town, and walked in.

This town is very ordinary, close to the mountains and water, because the water flow is clear and the water quality is excellent, so it is called Baishui Town.

It's just that now there is an anomaly.

Outside the town, you can still see the dazzling light of the setting sun.

The interior of the town was extremely dark and oppressive, and the overhead was covered with dense black clouds, piled up like a mountain, pressing on the heads of everyone in the town, which was very uncomfortable.

The interior of the town was rainy and rainy, and everywhere was filled with a kind of wet cold with a chill, and when the cold wind blew in the rain, no one did not shiver.

Yang Jian frowned and said, "I asked Liu Xiaoyu to check, the person in charge of Dashan City is called Xiao Yang, and the code name is Ghost Rain." Although he is missing, this supernatural phenomenon must have something to do with the ghost he controls. ”

The ghost eyes opened, the red light spread, and he was about to dispel the rainy and continuous supernatural phenomena when he was stopped by Liang Xingyang.

"It's a good thing that Xiao Yang did, but he has a hard time. Recently, every six o'clock in the afternoon in Baishui Town, a supernatural place will emerge out of control, which is the dead city in Zhang Xianguang's mouth, and the name is actually a ghost county. ”

"As soon as six o'clock arrived, the ghost county town recovered, and there were ghosts wandering everywhere. The rain from Xiao Yang is eroding the bodies of ordinary people, making them fall into a state of suspended animation, but it is not easy to be targeted by powerful ghosts, reducing the possibility of being attacked. ”

Liang Xingyang's clothes were wet from the rain, and his whole body was wet, and wisps of dampness and coldness in the rain drilled into his body as if he were conscious.

The ghost's blood flowed, easily erasing the faint spirit and evaporating the water vapor from his body.

Yang Jian was also wet at the moment, he hated the rain, but after understanding the situation, he could only withdraw the ghost eyes and said: "Forget it, dispersing this rain will kill the ordinary people in the town, let this rain continue." ”

Liang Xingyang didn't speak, and directly released a black paper umbrella from the ghost blood.

This black paper umbrella is a terrifying ghost, but it is just being suppressed by the ghost heart, and the quota is limited so that he can use it.

The black paper umbrella swayed, and an extra derivative black paper umbrella appeared in his hand and handed it to Yang Jian.

Because of this rain, but also because it was six o'clock in the evening.

It's dark in town, but light is never an issue.

They walked in the rainy night with black paper umbrellas and headed towards the depths of the county seat, where the wooden house was deep in the path of the dead and needed to be found against the flow of people.

But halfway through, they saw the weirdness of this ghost county.

The supernatural and the real are blended, and the living and the dead coexist.

People with dull expressions and pale skin walked in the rain, and everyone gathered, passing by the ghosts without being nervous, completely ignoring the surrounding environment, only wandering in the rain, like the walking dead.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand to grab a woman in her early thirties, and immediately sniffed out the familiar smell of corpses on the other party's body, and understood this strange state of suspended animation.

The body was completely inactivated by the rain full of spirits, but the consciousness of the living was still intact by the spirits.

It doesn't rot and stink, but over time, the people in these small towns will definitely go from fake death to real death.

Liang Xingyang held a paper umbrella and glanced not far away,

Standing in the rain was a female corpse in white with a missing leg, who seemed to notice him.

Some kind of killing pattern is triggered, and the female corpse staggers towards him in the rain, not fast.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, he was not interested in causing trouble, the black paper umbrella in his hand turned slightly, and the whole person disappeared from reality and entered the second layer of the black paper umbrella.

When he reappeared, the drenched female corpse had already left. I guess I lost my target, re-integrated into the crowd, and went to find the next target.

Yang Jian said: "Ghost Rain Xiao Yang has not been caught, so I can only drag it like this, I will use the ghost to rescue these people first." ”

The ghost county town is revived, and Whitewater Town is pulled into the depths of the ghost dragon, and it needs to break some kind of boundary to leave.

Moreover, it is difficult to distinguish between living people and powerful ghosts, and it is obvious that Xiao Yang's ghosts can't do such a difficult thing.

Liang Xingyang groaned and said, "Let's find Xiao Yang first, I can lend him the ghost necklace and let him save the people in the town." ”

It won't take a lot of time. On the contrary, if these ordinary people are allowed to continue to get wet in the rain, it will not be long before they will completely become ghost slaves in the rain, and there will be no chance of recovery.

Yang Jian nodded.

A wisp of sticky and blackened blood flowed from Liang Xingyang's wrist, and a line of crooked handwriting squirmed on his skin: Help me find Xiao Yang.

The handwriting vanished, and in the rain, an old and painted cabinet emerged.

Suddenly there was a sound of items falling from inside the ghost closet, and the door slammed open, and a metal-cased compass rolled out.

Yang Jian glanced at the mysterious ghost cupboard, took the initiative to step forward and take the compass, a rich red light appeared on his body, and Liang Xingyang disappeared from the place.

Soon.

They came to an alley and walked into a four-story building.

Finally, the guidance of the compass stopped in front of a house on the third floor.

As soon as the two arrived, they were immediately attracted by a couplet in front of the door.

Maybe not a couplet, but a couplet.

The base color of the couplets is generally red, rather than white for funerals.

On the white couplet in front of the door, two lines of weird traditional characters are written in black ink: Life does not harm people, death does not tire people, I have a clear conscience, and my heart returns.

Liang Xingyang's face was stunned after seeing this white couplet, and his consciousness began to be distracted, and he actually lost his perception of the outside world, and unconsciously walked down the stairs.

There are supernatural beings for the consciousness of living people and ghosts, protecting the survivors inside. Aliens are equivalent to ghosts and will be affected.

Yang Jian was also slightly distracted, but the low roar of the vicious dog suddenly echoed in his mind, and he came to his senses instantly.

"Wake him up."

"Wang."

A dog barked.

Liang Xingyang heard the dog barking, and immediately woke up from his daze, and after a little thought, he understood everything, and his face became gloomy.

The ghost cupboard has no consciousness to protect him.

"Always protect my consciousness from supernatural attacks on it." This was his deal with the ghost cupboard.

Perhaps in the judgment of the ghost cupboard, the supernatural of this elegiac couplet does not belong to the attack on consciousness, so the supernatural protection of the ghost cupboard did not take effect.

"We have to make up for the shortcomings in consciousness as soon as possible."

Liang Xingyang glanced indifferently at the white couplet, shrouded in a white blur of ghosts, and walked in with Yang Jian ignoring the obstruction of the door.

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