After the experiment.

A touch of pitch black welled up in Liang Xingyang's pupils, and the entire illusory world disappeared in his eyes, turning strangely into scarlet.

This is the world of ghost blood.

He didn't stay long, he got out of the pool of blood, stepped on the dirt in reality with both feet, and looked down at the ghost stage in the dense fog of the mountains under the hills, as if he was in a different world.

In the illusory world, he verifies the plan of the Vellum Paper, finds the traps in the plan, and has a rough idea of the future of the mirror ghost.

Use yourself as a cage to imprison ghosts.

Imprisoning ghosts through the characteristics of ghosts is a restriction scheme developed by ghost riders during the Republic of China before discovering the properties of gold to isolate supernatural powers.

Liang Xingyang suddenly laughed at himself: "The ghost mirror imprisons the ghosts, and the gold imprisons the ghost mirror, forming a perfect closed loop?" ”

Sacrifice yourself to save the world?

"I'm not interested in being a savior."

Liang Xingyang shook his head slightly, and now the question in front of him was how to detain the ghost female corpse, and he began to think about it.

The ethereal and strange drama that surrounds the ghost stage all the time is very terrifying, and once you get closer, your consciousness is easily pulled into the world of ghost play, and you will wake up from a deep sleep, and then sink completely.

"The horror of the ghost female corpse is very high, but there is also a disadvantage, that is, it cannot move and is restrained under the stage."

Liang Xingyang analyzed slowly, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "You can use Zhang Xianguang's knife to reduce the horror of this ghost first." ”

However, he pondered again, how to put the corpse back together after dismembering the corpse of the ghost girl.

Unlike the dismemberment of the firewood knife, the ghost who has been dismembered by the old broadsword will become a separate individual, and the puzzle pieces will be broken up and cannot be recovered naturally.

"Ghost splicing limbs may solve this problem."

The female corpse of the ghost is a conscious ghost, and the carrier is a female corpse, and the dismemberment of the female corpse is equivalent to dismembering the spirit of the ghost and breaking up the puzzle.

The ghost splices the limbs to complete the puzzle.

"If the ghost can't do it, you can only use the wish-making spirit."

After Liang Xingyang found a solution, he immediately took action.

He walked into a pool of blood, relieved himself of the status of a starving ghost, and reverted to a mirror ghost, while imprisoning the dried corpse with ghost blood.

Immediately after, he replaced the ghost boy again, ate the ghost painting, and walked out of the pool of blood.

The sky turned gray.

Countless pieces of paper ash floated down in the sky, and the whole brightly colored world seemed to fade from color, leaving only gray and white.

The dense fog in the mountains was dispelled, revealing the ghost stage in the depths.

On the stage, two white lanterns with the words "Lay" swayed in the wind, and the cold corpses sitting on the red lacquered chairs under the stage maintained a deathly silence.

In the ghost migration supernatural event, the ghosts who sat on the chair and listened to the play were all replaced.

There are no ghosts sitting on the ghost chair now, they are all cold corpses dressed in modern clothes.

"Click!"

Forcibly digesting the ghost painting, a crack cracked in the mirror ghost's body.

Liang Xingyang did not plan to draw a wishing ghost this time to suppress the state of the mirror ghost, but hoped to dismember the ghost female corpse in one go before the time limit for the replacement of the mirror ghost arrived.

He pulled out a mirror containing half a mouthful of dye vat.

The dye in the vat had a disgusting green color, and as soon as it was removed, a strong musty smell filled the air, and the smell was so bad that it was enough to make people vomit.

Liang Xingyang frowned, endured the disgusting and unpleasant smell, and decisively put his white and cold hand into the dye, and began to recall the appearance of the old big knife.

The next moment.

In the green dye vat, the dye rippled and began to rattle, and a rusty hilt slowly poked out of the tank.

The viscous green dye was concentrated, and when the old broadsword was pulled out, half of the vat of dye was emptied at once.

Liang Xingyang held the old big knife in both hands and began to use ghost paintings to increase his number of supernatural beings.

Figures with broadswords stepped out from behind him, when there were as many as six.

"Click."

The subtle sound of the mirror shattering continued to sound.

"No, the more the number increases, the more difficult it will be for the starving ghosts to sustain themselves, and the revival of ghost paintings is too terrifying, and it is even necessary to oppose the guest."

Liang Xingyang's face changed, and he sensed that the starving ghost who was about to be replaced was out of control, so he didn't insist on it anymore, but took out a bag of Chinese medicine and ate it.

The special Chinese medicine quickly played a role, suppressing the restlessness of the revival of ghost paintings.

But the condition of the broken mirror ghost has not been improved, because the special Chinese medicine is not the right symptom.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Liang Xingyang understood that there was no time to waste, so he and the six figures shifted their positions through the ghost snake and approached the ghost stage.

Holding a rusty broadsword in his hand, the picture in front of him suddenly turned into a photo torn into countless pieces, one after another, horizontal and vertical, and irregular.

They all lifted seven rusty broadswords, weaving the trajectory of a large web along the torn perspective in front of them.

The tear of an old broadsword can ignore the distance, and it can be judged only by the line of sight, and how far it can be seen can affect how far it can be affected.

The next moment.

Seven old broadswords fell.

Snort.

The two lanterns on the ghost stage were instantly extinguished, torn into two, and the lower half fell from mid-air to the ground.

It seems that some kind of restriction has been freed, and the layout of the ghost stage has been completely broken.

"Babble, babble, babble."

With the poignant and resentful drama, the wooden planks on the stage also seemed to be boiling water, and the sound was loud.

A thick darkness as black as ink spread out from the cracks of the rotten wooden planks, and in the next moment, it was torn into pieces, like rotten black cloth spread flat on the wooden planks.

"Babble."

A terrible wail rang out, but soon fell into silence again.

The four earthen walls of the ghost stage were also torn apart, bursting through the cracks, because from the cracks you could see the scene in the distance.

The entire ghost stage was shrouded in a large net woven by the torn perspective, horizontal and vertical, collapsing and shattering in an instant, and the dirt and dust were flying.

As far as the line of sight can see, everything is shattered.

Liang Xingyang snorted heavily, and the six figures around him turned into paper ashes and disappeared, and after scarlet blood flowed from his feet, he jumped into a pool of blood without hesitation.

Because the limit of the mirror ghost has been reached.

In the world of ghost blood.

After Liang Xingyang recovered his identity as a mirror ghost, he did not rush out of the pool of blood, but manipulated the ghost heart at the mouth of his heart and released more ghost blood.

On the outside.

Only a small pool of blood began to expand, bubbling out, as if a spring had been dug up, and the blood was coming out more and more, and as if it were alive, it poured towards the ruins of the ghost stage.

The red lacquered chairs retreated one after another, as if they were consciously avoiding the ghost blood, and some of them didn't have time to dodge, so they directly threw down the corpses on the chairs and accelerated their escape.

"Babbling."

"Ahh

"Babbling."

As the blood of the ghosts drowned and the earthen walls of the ruins were buried, several slightly different sounds suddenly spread out, like a hidden grasshopper calling.

The sound of the drama reverberates, and the ghost blood ripples layer by layer.

The corpse of the ghost girl was dismembered and turned into multiple individual individuals, and the level of horror was reduced to an unprecedented level.

Scarlet blood flooded the ruins, forming a small pond.

I don't know how long it took.

The ethereal and strange drama disappeared one by one.

And yet the next moment.

An illusory figure suddenly appeared above the ghost's blood.

This is a man, dressed as a folk teacher, wearing black glasses, wearing a gray and white robe, and a white scarf tied around his neck, with a gentle temperament and a poetic temperament.

But the strange thing is that the cloth shoes under the man's feet can actually step on the ghost blood steadily, without sinking, and there is no trace of blood.

The ghost's blood didn't affect him, but his illusory body began to diffuse with a layer of scarlet blood, as if it had been soaked in blood.

"Who am I and where am I? No, I remember, my name is Zhuo Shuheng. The confusion in Zhuo Shuheng's eyes gradually dissipated, and after a period of doubt, he regained his memory.

As he retrieved his memory, his illusory body suddenly solidified.

Zhuo Shuheng looked down, first surprised, and then said softly: "Hey, there is actually blood that invalidates the supernatural?" And this friend who is hiding inside, why don't you come out and meet. ”

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