Chapter 407: Farce

"Stepping~" A coffin formed by a thick darkness covered the narrow corridors of the cell, swallowing all light like a nightmare.

The suffocating sense of supernatural oppression shocked everyone.

"It's the coffin, impossible." Chen Qiaoyang trembled suddenly, and his previous calmness was gone. Gu Fei's expression froze, and he exclaimed, "Blind girl, open your eyes quickly." ”

"Please follow the rules of the game, please close your eyes when it gets dark!" The blind girl did not dare to delay, and her eyelids opened suddenly, revealing her miserable white eyes, which were turning strangely, spying on everything around her.

Snort. The overhead lights flickered and dimmed rapidly, and even the lights of the cells could not stop the darkness from eroding.

Wait, it's not that the cell has darkened, it's more like the light has been lost. At this moment, everyone's eyes closed unconsciously.

"Gu Fei, what is this thing?" The blind woman's voice trembled, and she saw not only the coffin formed by the darkness condensed in the aisle, but also the person who led the darkness.

The road is blocked, and even if you blind the other party for a few minutes, there is no way to escape. In fact, the effect of paranormal attacks on blinding is not ideal.

Liang Xingyang's body was flowing with ghost blood, and the spirit that attacked his body would soon become ineffective and disappear.

However, he didn't plan to stay any longer, and he would get the other party at once, so that the coffin-shaped darkness behind him would spread quickly.

And yet the next moment.

"Knock knock knock......" The bell in the ancient mansion rang, and the time was dialed.

"No matter who you are, it's not so easy to kill me Chen Qiaoyang. The Wang family and his wife can only design to trap me, why can you kill me. Chen Qiaoyang stared at the surging darkness, sticky blood was flowing from his wrists, and four strange dead bodies were floating beside him.

The corpses held each other's hands and kept him firmly in the circle. The bell rang, and the restarted spirit was affecting the ghost, wanting to send it to another time period and isolate it.

The thick darkness in the shape of a coffin is becoming illusory, and time is going back twenty minutes, as if nothing would cease to exist.

However, something strange happened, and the coffin-shaped ghost that came in paused, and then came again. The strange coldness of the wishing ghost pervaded, and the time when the supernatural pendulum clock was restarted on the ghost was pulled back.

Chen Qiaoyang's eyes bulged, and he said incredulously: "How is it possible!" Seeing that he couldn't do anything, he didn't hesitate, and he used the spirit of the paper sedan chair.

It was a sedan chair, like paper paste, and it was carried by four red, green, and green paper figures at the moment, and it was able to invade the cell.

Chen Qiaoyang fell in, and the paper figure carrying the sedan car ran quickly, quickly blurred, and wanted to escape from the cell.

But in the next second, the thick darkness had already hit, and the sedan chair was packed into it together with the frightened Chen Qiao sheep inside.

The sedan chair is constantly eroding the ghost of the ghost, and the red, green, and green paper figures are slowly walking, and it is still possible to leave the ghost.

However, a creepy and terrifying paranormal phenomenon has emerged. After the papier-mâché sedan chair and red, red, green, and green paper figures were placed in the ghost coffin, they began to fade rapidly, as if they had become the presence in the black and white posthumous photos.

Under the terrifying unresolved suppression of the ghosts, the sedan chair and the paper figure were restricted and stopped in place. Chen Qiaoyang, who was sitting in the sedan chair, was stiff, like a person in the photo, only his eyes showed a strong fear.

It's dark. Gu Fei and the blind girl's faces turned pale, and every cell seemed to be trembling, screaming in fear, but they could only watch the coffin formed by the thick darkness crash into their bodies.

Darkness engulfs everything. The cell was dark and silent. After half a ring. The darkness faded.

"Almost made you run." Liang Xingyang smiled and stood quietly in the corridor of the cell, the silver pupils on the left reflected three illusory ghost mirrors, and the figures of Chen Qiaoyang, Gu Fei, and the blind girl were clearly reflected on the mirror.

The ghost was conceived from the coffin, and the level of horror had risen to an incredible level. If it weren't for the space of the ghost mirror, the ghost snake would be firmly imprisoned and released, and basically no one would be able to deal with it.

"It turns out that behind the iron gate is the manor master's manor. Who is behind the scenes? Actually used the suppression of the revival of the ghost as a reward to tempt the ghost rider to carry out the mission, is it to eliminate the headquarters? "The derivative mirror ghost replaced Gu Fei and the blind girl, the memory was archived, and he accidentally learned of a mysterious organization hidden in the country.

He looked thoughtful, stretched out his hand and grabbed a blank telegram in his hand, glanced down at it and then threw it away: "There is a strange curse stored on the telegram, which is somewhat similar to Li Jun's tombstone inscription, which may have a stronger suppression effect than the tombstone." ”

"Interesting, there are still such big ghost handlers in China. Well? Maybe the person hiding behind the scenes is a ghost like the captain who has the wisdom of a living person? Or perhaps, similar to the King's Order, an unlucky organization invaded by ghosts? The clueless speculation was all denied by him.

Even if the ghost has the wisdom of a living person, it is impossible to know how to manage and issue tasks and rewards one by one.

If it is an existence similar to the king's organization, it is invaded by ghosts, and it is also a grasshopper after the autumn, and it will not take long to show its feet.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and he decided to let go of his curiosity for the time being. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and trickery will be directly crushed.

This is where his faith lies. No matter how crazy the people behind the scenes are, they have little to do with him. The real thing to worry about is the Asian Interpol Headquarters, and he is happy to see it happen.

If the two sides compete, they may also be able to force the headquarters to improve the welfare of the ghost riders. Now, he has neither the risk of reviving ghosts, nor the restrictions of supernatural imbalances, and he is no longer the newcomer to the ghost rider who needs to be carefully explored.

If this mysterious organization dares to come to him or trouble Dachang City, it will be destroyed. The damp and foul-smelling cell was very quiet, the dim and yellowish light was still there, and Chen Qiaoyang and the two ghost handlers who released Chen Qiaoyang were imprisoned, and the Wang family's cell remained unchanged.

Liang Xingyang glanced at the cell where countless strange things were held, and muttered, "The purpose of my coming here has been achieved, as for the supernatural pendulum clock, let's stay here." "On the other end, the outside of the old house.

Wang Chaling strode into the iron gate and came to the courtyard.

"My Wang family was originally a big family, but because of the curse of the Wang family, the population withered so badly that none of them could live long. I, Wang Chaling, must find a way to solve the curse that entangles my Wang family, so that the next generation of the family will not continue to be affected. He clenched his fists tightly, and two pairs of illusory and cold figures appeared beside him.

"It's action!" Wang Chaling came to a window in the old mansion and climbed in stiffly and unskillfully.

However, as soon as he entered, there was a chill in the back of his head, and when he turned suddenly, he saw a woman in a red wedding dress with blurred facial features watching him from behind.

"Ghosts?" Wang Chaling was shocked and couldn't help but take a step back. The ghost painting woman stretched out her white and cold hand, and before he could write in mid-air, two black and white illusory old figures had approached and stretched out their hands towards him.

Suddenly. The ghost painting woman was stunned for a moment, and tentatively stretched out two white and cold hands to hold the palms stretched out by the Wang family and his wife.

The supernatural is fighting each other. A terrible cold erodes each other. More and more women walked out behind the ghost painting woman, and they all held the palms of the two ghosts of the Wang family in a strange handshake posture.

"Snort~" The lights in the hall of the old mansion flickered wildly, and powerful supernatural interference interfered with everything nearby.

"Click." The ghost painting woman's whole person was cracking, a slender crack slowly spread from her forehead to her feet, and the immaculate mirror surface was broken, and her body was filled with a rich cold aura.

If you look closely, you can see the empty mirror space through the cracks. Another woman in a red wedding dress in the mirror space seemed to notice the gap, and the gray-white paper ash was spreading towards the gap.

The black and white illusory bodies of the Wang family generation became more and more unreal, as if they were about to become characters in an oil painting.

"How so?" Wang Chaling's eyes flickered, and he felt that things were out of control at this moment. Under normal circumstances, as long as his grandparents make a move, the ghost will be torn apart, and it will take time to revive.

"Stop them, or you'll die." Liang Xingyang walked down the stairs with a cold face.

"Grandparents, come back." Wang Chaling's face changed, and he realized that he was in trouble. But the supernatural confrontation has not yet been decided, and the ghost painting woman can't let go now, and the Wang family generation and his wife have a big advantage, and they can't leave either.

Liang Xingyang frowned, took a step, his body quickly faded, and the black and white area of the image spread out.

The ghostly supernatural power crushed all the way over, and forcibly separated the ghost painting woman and the couple of the Wang family, ending this farce.

One more.