"Bang bang."

The sound of the crash in the coffin downstairs sounded again, this time louder, and the tightly closed coffin lid shifted slightly.

With the vibration of the coffin, if no one pays attention, the contents will escape sooner or later.

in the second floor.

Yang Jian stood firmly in the corridor, guarding the door and did not leave. He didn't intend to pay attention to what was happening downstairs at all, but silently counted the time in his heart.

If Liang Xingyang hadn't come out of the room after a minute, he could only send out the Ghost Dream Dog to retrieve the person, and he would stay at the door to deal with the revived ghosts in the wooden house.

However, he overlooked a problem, believing that the danger of revival of the wooden house was outside the room, and that there was only one ghost in the room, as long as the danger outside the door was blocked.

"Crunch."

A shrill voice came from downstairs.

The thick lid of the coffin was pushed open by a withered hand and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The withered hand pushed the lid of the coffin open and lowered it again, and a black-haired human head rolled out of it.

After the human head left the coffin, it quickly became illusory and disappeared all at once.

Followed by.

There was a rush of footsteps in the lobby, and the ghosts seemed to be frantically searching for something, scurrying around, and the noise was getting louder and louder.

More than ten seconds later.

The footsteps had shifted to the wooden staircase, and from time to time there was a screeching crunch from the decayed blackened staircase.

The ghost is going upstairs.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, turned his head to look at the staircase, and seemed to understand something: "The room of the wooden house must not be broken into, otherwise it will wake up the ghosts of the wooden house and come out to clean up the living people who broke into the wooden house." ”

Soon.

Yang Jian frowned, feeling that someone was talking in his ear, a faint whispering voice came from nowhere, and the content was not audible.

The hurried footsteps on the wooden staircase were gone, and the creaking sound had stopped, and footsteps were approaching him in the hallway.

But the next moment.

"Wang."

The Ghost Dream Evil Dog suddenly roared at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian came back to his senses, and at this moment, the door behind him made a strange creaking sound and was slowly opening.

"An invisible ghost?"

Yang Jian was tense, and after analyzing the situation and making a judgment, he first grabbed the doorknob and quickly closed the door, and then ordered without hesitation: "Bite that invisible ghost to death!" ”

"Wang."

The ghost dream dog roared, stared at a corner of the door, ran out of the water, and pounced directly, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

The next second.

A ferocious and wild bite sounded in the corner, and soon the screams of the ghosts followed.

Out of sight.

The vicious dog bared its fangs, stretched out its head and dragged a thick, black-haired human head from under an old table of eight immortals, and tore at the human head with its fangs.

The human head quickly became a blur of flesh and blood, and it was terrible to see.

However, it didn't take long for a terrifying human head with an open mouth and blackened teeth poking out from under the tablecloth under the table of the Eight Immortals.

The rotting eyes of the new human head glared at the vicious dog, and rolled out from under the table and bit at the vicious dog that had bitten the first human head.

"Wang!"

The Devil's Dream Dog's calf-sized body writhed and dodged the second terrible head, and the long fangs in its mouth were already digging deep into the head of the first terrible man, tearing and swallowing constantly.

The first human head did not last long under the bite of the vicious dog, and in a short time it was swallowed by the vicious dog.

Although the second human head successfully bit on the hind leg of the vicious dog and wanted to tear off a piece of meat, it could not bite and ate a mouthful of black dog hair.

The vicious dog snorted, ate the first human head, stole the supernatural, and his eyes became more and more scarlet.

The vicious dog bared its blackened fangs, bit the second human head hanging from its hind legs, easily tore a piece of flesh from it, and then swallowed it quickly.

The Eight Immortals Table kept vibrating.

Horrible heads kept rolling out from under the filthy tablecloth, using their blackened teeth against the ferocious dog.

"Who raised this dog, it's amazing, it's amazing."

A man with a blurred figure, unable to distinguish his face, and could only see the style clothes of the Republic of China period, stood not far from the Eight Immortals Table, quietly watching everything happen, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Wang."

The Devil Dream Dog seemed to hear the man's whispering, staring at each other with scarlet eyes, and roaring.

"I won't grab food from you, don't come here."

This ghost rider of the older generation, who is suspected to be in the Republic of China period, became a little flustered under the eyes of the vicious dog, and was afraid that the big dog that was guarding the food would pounce on and bite people, so he turned around and ran away without hesitation.

……

in the room.

After Liang Xingyang's ghost shadow invaded, he looked at everything in the room.

There was a wooden shelf in the middle of the room, and a candle was lit on it, and the dim light of the fire seemed to be blown by the wind that had been brought in because someone had broken in.

The candle flame flickered, and a silhouette on the window began to shake with the firelight, and there was an inexplicable extra one.

"Found it!"

Liang Xingyang didn't pay attention to the window, and naturally he didn't find anything abnormal.

He stared closely at the wooden shelf, on which lay the curled up and withered corpse.

I don't know how many years this dry corpse has been on the shelf, and the dust covers it layer after layer, and at first glance it thought it was a gray stone.

Liang Xingyang observed for a while and found that the dried corpses displayed on the shelves were exquisite. The head of the dried corpse seems to have been deliberately pointed at the door, so as to ensure that the huge eye sockets without eyelids on the head can be seen at a glance.

What's even more bizarre is that the depths of the eyelid socket are pitch black, like an abyss that can swallow everything.

Liang Xingyang's consciousness was in a trance, and a shadow was cast in front of him, so he hurriedly looked away.

If it weren't for the media's obstruction, such a brief look at each other, consciousness might have been pulled into the world of consciousness.

According to his observations, the dried corpses on the shelves lacked eyes, and the killing law of the evil ghost must meet the following two items.

The first law of murder must meet the condition of having eyes. For example, the ghost rider in the headquarters is clever, and if he lacks eyes and only eye sockets, he will never be able to trigger this law of killing.

The second law of killing is that you can't be seen by ghosts. Once seen, consciousness is drawn into the world of consciousness by the eye sockets. If consciousness dies, the ghost will snatch the eyeball.

The layout of the room is precise and reasonable, in addition to the placement of the dried corpses, plus a candle that can't be burned endlessly!

The candlelight dispelled the darkness of the room, allowing the corpses to see the intruder's eyes, triggering the killing pattern.

"An elaborate trap where the owner of the hut has no mercy on the intruder."

Liang Xingyang's expression moved, his body walked quickly along the wall, came to the shelf, and stretched out his hand to slowly approach the dried corpses displayed on the shelf.

The dried corpse, which I don't know how long it had been released, didn't move, as if it were really a stone and wouldn't move.

"Puff puff ......"

An even thicker shadow was peeling away from the mouth of the blurred figure on the wall, revealing a beating dark red heart hanging in mid-air.

The outstretched palm did not touch the dried corpse, but stopped as it approached. Wisps of shadow seeped out from between the fingers, and after a while turned into scarlet blood, which wriggled and spread to the dried corpse as the ghost's heart beat.

Soon.

The corpse was covered in ghost blood, and the blood wriggled as if it were conscious, covering the immobile ghost.

The ghost blood pressure system, the darkness in the depths of the dry corpse's eye socket faded little by little, and the supernatural power failed at this moment.

A pool of blood gradually formed, sinking the ghost.

This is the time.

"Huhuhu......"

The windows and doors were closed, and a strong wind blew out of nowhere, whistling through the room.

The candle flame was not extinguished, but the flame kept flickering.

The silhouettes on the windows, I don't know when they have been reflected one by one, have reflected strange shadows, and the number is still increasing rapidly.

"The silhouette on the window should be like a ghost's shadow, and the source of the ghost does not exist in reality."

Liang Xingyang discovered the anomaly, and after analyzing the situation, he didn't rush to withdraw the ghost blood back into his body, but tried to manipulate the ghost blood to knock over the candles on the shelf, and the blood extinguished the faint candle flame, plunging the room into darkness again.

Really.

Darkness shrouded in darkness, and all the silhouettes on the windows disappeared.

The ghosts lack a medium and cannot invade reality.

"The medium of silhouette ghosts is light, and once the light shakes, it will trigger a terrifying supernatural that increases the number of ghosts themselves. This is definitely a powerful ghost with S-class potential. Liang Xingyang withdrew the ghost blood, observed it slightly, and made a judgment, and couldn't help but be moved.

The source of the silhouette is likely to be one of the puzzle pieces of the ghost shadow.

"Stay and imprison this ghost? Or take the dried corpse and leave this dangerous wooden house? ”

Liang Xingyang only hesitated in his heart, and then made a difficult choice.

Leave!

The five realms he imprisoned from the ghost post office possessed the shadow ghost of the mortal spirit, and it is still sealed in the ghost blood, and it is not used as a ghost shadow puzzle to control.

Even if you get this silhouette ghost, it's just icing on the cake.

Instead, he insisted on imprisoning the ghosts, and he might even put Yang Jian outside the door in danger.

Liang Xingyang ignored the darkness of the room, and the ghost shadow walked quickly along the wall, leaving the room through the crack in the door, and returning to the corridor on the second floor.

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