"Help me recruit another soul." Liang Xingyang said expressionlessly.

He Liansheng's face suddenly became gloomy, and he subconsciously said: "The favor of every top ghost master is the accumulation of Taiping Ancient Town, and the favor is gone. If you want to save Dajing City, you should think of other ways! ”

Without hesitation, without hesitation, the old conjuring man immediately rejected Liang Xingyang's request.

The situation is no longer optimistic.

The smell in the air became more and more obscure, and the black mist wafting overhead cut off the light outside, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was day or night, and the black wall revealed that the breath was becoming more and more oppressive.

The ghost's wail continued, and more and more twisted and strange arms stretched out from behind the old and moldy black wall, and even some of the ghost had already squeezed out of the black wall with most of their bodies, believing that they would not be able to get out of trouble for long.

"The spiritualists of Taiping Ancient Town plan to sit idly by?"

Liang Xingyang's eyes were cold, Dajing City was indeed not the city he managed, but the location of the Asian headquarters was here, once the city fell and the headquarters was destroyed, the domestic situation would collapse at an unimaginable speed.

There are countless ghosts that have escaped from the black wall, and here, even the restart of the wishing ghost will be disturbed and irreparable.

The captain fled, but he didn't die, and thousands of miles away on the sea floated an old and decaying ghost ship, heading for the sea city.

If both Yin Yang Street and the Ghost Ship can't handle it, then the war can basically be declared defeated in advance.

He Liansheng was silent for a while, he was actually not optimistic that the headquarters could solve the ark plan organized by the king.

Once the situation in the country collapses, the people of Taiping Ancient Town must rely on the accumulation of the ancestral hall for many years to survive, which is a back road.

However, just when he hesitated and thought, Liang Xingyang coldly confided a sentence again.

"If you don't agree, Yang Jian and I will go to He Yin'er for trouble, set foot in Taiping Ancient Town, believe me, we can do it."

"You dare!"

He Liansheng's face turned hideous, but in a short moment, he returned to normal.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were cold and said, "There is not much time left for you to think about it." ”

Yin Yang Street has not yet completely invaded reality, once you sit down and the ghosts wander out, everything will be too late.

He Liansheng compromised, but put forward a condition: "When He Yin'er is in danger, you will protect her once." ”

Liang Xingyang nodded: "Yes!" ”

"Bring it!"

He Liansheng stretched out his hand and said in a stiff tone.

Souls summoned by the spirits of spirit-summoning ghosts are risky, and as the spirits weaken, the souls of the dead are likely to mutate.

Only the conjuring incense is the safest, which is also the reason why this old conjuring man's thinking is no different from that of a normal person, but the conjuring incense has a great restriction and can only be used once.

Liang Xingyang glanced at He Liansheng deeply, and suspected that this old guy was calculating him and wanted to fight for the greatest interests.

The thought was only for a moment.

"Boom ......"

The entire narrow, dimly lit aisle shook violently, like an earthquake. As Tang Yerong, who was resurrected by the ghosts, was taken away by Zhang Youhong, the ghost domain gradually became unsustainable and began to dissipate, and some black walls in the distance began to collapse.

And with the collapse of the black wall, the invasion of Yinyang Street is getting faster and faster.

He Liansheng's face became solemn: "Is there any Luo Qian's relics!" ”

Endless Graveyard Master.

Liang Xingyang thought quickly in his mind, He Liansheng wanted to summon Luo Qian's soul and bury the entire Yin Yang Street.

But can the cemetery be buried?

"Give me Luo Qian's relics."

With a wish, an old rattan chair appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Subsequently.

The gloomy and cold aura permeated, and the supernatural power of the wish enveloped the statues of Yang Jian, Zhang Xianguang, and the gravedigger, and the three statues began to levitate, flying out along the path opened by the puppet team.

Liang Xingyang inserted the remaining soul incense on the ground, picked up the carving knife on the ground, took a deep look at He Liansheng, and quickly left here.

Silence returned to the dim environment.

"It's the last time to summon spirits!"

He Liansheng watched Liang Xingyang go away and slowly murmured.

He stepped forward and put his hand on the arm of the rattan chair, using the supernatural power of the conjuring spirit.

Gradually.

On the originally empty rattan chair, a vague figure gradually emerged from nothing.

It was an old man, cold and strange, exuding an air of decay, and his eyes were closed, as if he would die at any moment.

Suddenly.

Luo Qian, the owner of the cemetery, opened his eyes, and looked around with a pair of dark eyes without pupils, as if he was looking.

"It's you, He Liansheng!"

Halfway, Luo Qian slowly stood up from the rattan chair.

He Liansheng didn't greet him, and said very sincerely: "Old Luo, Yin Yang Street is out of control, this city is the headquarters of the station, and the descendants can't deal with this supernatural place, I thought about it, maybe only a ghost master of your level can do it, please take action once." ”

"Yin Yang Street Tang Yerong." A look of memory appeared on Luo Qian's wrinkled face, "Clean up the mess left over from the Republic of China, it should be." ”

The next second.

The surrounding scene shifts, from the hallway to the wall.

The line of sight swept over, and within a thousand miles, there were black walls standing one after another, and the obscure black mist filled the top of the wall, like a haze, and it seemed to be a miasma, acting as a ceiling, forming a huge labyrinth.

Perhaps this is the truth of the code name Yin and Yang Realm, and the Yin and Yang Street of Daxiang City is just the tip of the iceberg that has emerged.

This is the cage of the Devil, but unfortunately it has gotten out of control.

Suddenly.

Luo Qian, the owner of the cemetery, turned his head to look in one direction, and the people in the thick darkness seemed to be frightened, and quickly retreated without looking back.

In the smoke, He Liansheng's figure became more and more blurred, and the incense was gradually depleted and was about to disappear.

He Liansheng sighed: "I should go." ”

Luo Qian, the owner of the cemetery, did not react, he had seen too many life and death partings in his life, and he seemed to have seen through death.

A pair of dark eyes moved slightly, and the surrounding light disappeared in an instant.

The light is only for a moment, and when the light is bright again.

This is no longer a labyrinth of black walls, but a cemetery with no end in sight.

There are countless grave mounds standing in the cemetery, some old and some new, some with tombstones in front of them, some not, some tombstones tilting and falling, some standing normally, these mounds are connected into pieces, forming a desolate and terrifying supernatural place.

"Bury it here!"

With a wave of Luo Qian's hand, the surrounding grave soil surged, and the blackened and filthy grave soil washed out like a roaring wave, knocking down all the tall black walls and filling them in.

Even the Yin-Yang Street, which has not yet completely settled in reality, has been suppressed, filled with a large amount of grave soil pouring in, and the huge black labyrinth seems to be an ancient city that has been filled.

Even if the ghost can get out of the black wall one day, he will never see the light of day under the suppression of the grave.

The grave swelled, He Liansheng and Luo Qian were also buried in it, and the neighborhood became silent.

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