The two walked along the road, against the crowd.

As I continued to walk forward, I noticed some paper flowers that suddenly appeared in the green belt on the side of the road.

Paper flowers are randomly inserted in the dirt, and it is difficult to notice in the bushes if you don't distinguish them carefully.

However, as far as the eye can see, the paper flowers in the green belt have gradually become dense, and the green belt has even been replaced in the distance, like a sea of flowers.

Liang Xingyang glanced at it and didn't care.

This is just a mark of some kind of boundary, stepping on the road of no return, about to enter the world of ghosts from the ghost county.

Yang Jian was silent and did not continue to go deeper, and the ghost eyes spied around all the time, but he had not found anything abnormal.

Liang Xingyang thought that Yang Jian was worried, and explained: "There are folk rumors that the flowers bloom on the other side and attract the souls of the dead. As we continue to follow the road, we will leave the town of Whitewater. From crossing the road to the other side, it was like going to the other side, where was the world of the dead souls, and the wooden house I was looking for was there. ”

"To be on the safe side, I'll grab my weapon first."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, a puddle of stagnant water flowed out from his feet, and two miserable white hands stretched out in the stagnant water, holding a cracked spear in a balanced posture, and handed it to him.

Yang Jian held a cracked spear in his hand, and an inexplicable momentum surged out.

"I'll lead the way."

Liang Xingyang held a black paper umbrella and walked in front.

As they went deeper, the tall trees in the roadside green belt disappeared, and there were fewer and fewer buildings on both sides, and paper flowers of various colors completely replaced the green belt as a landscape on both sides.

Liang Xingyang did not hesitate and walked across the road with Yang Jian.

Just a few steps on this road, the scenery across the road disappeared in an instant, replaced by wandering people, many of them, huge in number, with no end in sight.

The next moment.

Liang Xingyang suddenly noticed that Yang Jian behind him suddenly disappeared.

People are crowded, and now everyone is like a flat boat in the sea, even if they are very close, it is easy to get lost if you are not careful, and this is happening now.

"Take me to Yang Jian."

A wisp of viscous blackened blood wriggled across the white arm, forming a line of crooked black handwriting.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and a metal-shelled compass appeared out of thin air in his hand, looking at the direction and walking with a step.

"Puff puff puff."

The white ghost spread out, and the ghost's heart beat slowly.

The souls close to him were first squeezed away by the ghosts, and the sound of heartbeats spread, whether it was a ghost or a ghost, each time six figures suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground one after another.

Liang Xingyang's face was expressionless, in the original book, it was because of Wang Shanshan's coordinates that the ghost dream evil dog found the wooden house, but now there is a ghost cabinet, but I don't worry about not being able to find the wooden house.

Find Yang Jian first, and then go to the wooden house together.

There are dead souls everywhere, and there is no end in sight in all directions.

The revenant wandered aimlessly, and as time passed, strange revenants suddenly approached him.

Liang Xingyang slammed his steps, looked at an old figure intently, and said in a trembling voice: "Grandpa? ”

Obviously, these dead souls are so strange, but in the blink of an eye, I found that individual dead souls have become so familiar, but the familiar people are all dead people, and there are no living people.

They are classmates, friends, relatives, enemies.

The soul of the dead reflects the person who is most familiar to the heart.

"To reach the other side, you must not be deceived by the dead. I know! These revenants are fake. ”

Even if he knew that it was fake, Liang Xingyang couldn't calmly witness the death of his relatives and friends, so he slowly closed his eyes.

The ghost's heart was still beating, cold, but warm.

Listen to your heartbeat.

His ears were filled with noisy, heartbeats of various frequencies, as if the world had become a world of sound.

Countless faint heartbeats approached him, representing countless souls swarming towards him.

Everyone who was familiar was reaching out to him for help, begging him, to get them out of here.

However, in all this, Liang Xingyang chose to be out of sight.

The curse of the ghost's heart will die without scruples, quickly taking away the souls of the dead one by one, cutting off everything in the past.

Horrific heart palpitations pervaded, and the wailing of the dead came and went.

The mortal spirit is like a scythe, wielding it, harvesting the lives of all the dead souls within a radius of 100 meters, leaving a vacuum area of 100 meters.

"It's empty, where to stir up dust."

Liang Xingyang opened his eyes, and his silver reflective pupils reflected the tragic situation of corpses all over the field, and he was neither happy nor sad in his heart.

He left here, following the guidance of the metal-shelled compass, and continued to search for Yang Jian.

……

On the other side, Yang Jian did it even more ruthlessly, the ghost shadow spread, and the medium touched the cracked spear, drawing a long semi-circular trajectory, witnessing the familiar souls of the dead dying under the knife, restarting themselves at no cost before the curse of the wood knife broke out.

This kind of determination and ruthlessness also made none of the revenants in the range dare to approach again, and they took the initiative to avoid it.

Yang Jian's eyes flashed with a determined light: "People can't be resurrected after death, so I don't need to be entangled, just destroy this unrealistic and slim hope, and live in the present." ”

This is his purpose, after all, not everyone is hard-hearted to see through the soul of their relatives, it is best to take advantage of the fact that there is still reason, grit your teeth and deal with it quickly, and it will be useless to let yourself regret it.

Soon.

The scarlet glow collided with the white ghost.

After Liang Xingyang and Yang reunited, they didn't say much, and under the guidance of the ghost cupboard, they found a direction and went deep into this supernatural place again.

As time passed, the two went deeper and deeper, and it was easy to get lost as they went, unsure if they could find their way back.

Yang Jian wanted to leave the stagnant water as a way out, but the stagnant water appeared to dry up strangely. Due to going too deep into the supernatural land, even the spirits of the ghost lake have been strongly disturbed and cannot be used as an anchor point for teleportation.

Liang Xingyang's eyes flickered, and he even suspected that the ghost cabinet was disoriented in the supernatural interference, pointing them in the wrong direction.

He made up his mind to hold on for another hour, otherwise he would have to give up on the operation.

But there is no turning back, what can be done?

The sea of people is vast, and there is no end in sight.

They don't know how long they've walked, how long they've walked, how many wandering ghosts they've avoided, and how many familiar souls they've beheaded.

Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian couldn't help but feel apprehensive in their hearts.

Finally.

A neon glimmer appeared.

The surrounding ghosts dwindled, and they began to see the vague outline of a building.

As the distance closes, it is empty, except for a single wooden house. There were almost no wandering ghosts near the hut, and they didn't seem to dare to approach it.

Under the eaves of the wooden hut hang all kinds of colorful lanterns, flashing neon, like a lighthouse on the vast sea to guide the direction of ships.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Crunch."

Liang Xingyang stepped forward and found that the door of the wooden house was unlocked, and gently pushed open the dusty door.

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