Daito City. Originally, it was the location of the ancient mansion of the Wang family, but now it has become a vacant place, and there are four lifeless, black-and-white, like portrait-like people who are constantly wandering, as if looking for someone.

"Dudu ......" There was a thin fog spreading in the distance, two yellowing lights lit up in the fog, and a rusty bus drove out, and as the driver honked the horn, the vehicle slowed down, and finally stopped in the open space of the Wang's ancient house.

"Bang ......" front door opens. Wang Chaling got off the bus, and the second generation of the Wang family quickly converged towards him and boarded the bus one by one.

Liang Xingyang also got out of the car, and a rich silver light emanated from his body, spreading in all directions, unfolding the ghost.

Soon, pieces of ghosts were spliced together and quickly blockaded Dadong City. Rays of silver light converged within him, recondensing a ghost mirror.

"Black paper umbrella, yellow paper ghost, ghost scissors...... and Meng Xiaodong's corpse, this harvest is not bad. Liang Xingyang said secretly in his heart.

With Meng Xiaodong's corpse, he can have a second infinite supernatural power, and among the seven elders, he is good at blocking the past, can effectively intercept and restart, and has the means to restrain the restart.

And at the moment in the city of the sea. A scarlet light came in a hurry, and finally descended on the door of the Pearl Building, whose roof had been reduced to ruins.

Yang Jian held a cracked spear in his hand, and the ghost eyes watched the few traces of the fight nearby, and the figure flickered for a moment and then disappeared, and the next second appeared in front of a pool of blood.

Shadows flowed like ink from beneath his feet, and huge shadows covered the location of the pool of blood at an incredible speed and spread into the distance.

Soon. The medium of Ye Zhen and the doll doll is presented in a pool of blood.

"The battle ended very quickly, Ye Zhen was injured and died in an instant, at least he didn't play a role in the ghost of the dead, otherwise Ye Zhen wouldn't have been killed so easily, and even the dead body was taken away." The next moment.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he turned around suddenly, looking at the phantom image presented by Liang Xingyang's footprint medium not far away.

One step, two steps. He stopped and stood next to the phantom, staring at the familiar face with a slightly complicated mood, but his eyes showed a determined look: "We have been old friends for several years, so I will send you on your way." But he also knows very well that a knife may not kill the person in front of him.

Suddenly. Ten eyes superimposed. The dim sky was shrouded in scarlet light, and the sky seemed to be soaked in blood, and it was filled with an eerie and ominous aura.

Yang Jian's face was expressionless, his arm violently exerted force, and countless double images appeared, and the superimposed rusty blades slashed towards Liang Xingyang.

One knife, two knives...... Until the medium is completely shredded. Then, he calmly withdrew his spear, took out his satellite positioning phone and dialed Wang Guoqiang's number: "Track Liang Xingyang's location, send me the location immediately, I want to see people in life, and I want to see corpses in death." "Daito City.

Wang Chaling followed behind the four terrifying ghosts, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go separately, I will stay and deal with the people who know me well, and you will have to go back to Dachang City to deal with your part." Liang Xingyang sorted out the ghost mirror, let the ghost of the blockaded city dissipate, opened his mouth and just wanted to answer, his whole body suddenly stiffened, and a terrifying sense of crisis fell on him.

Suddenly, countless sharp knife lights were reflected in the silver pupils, as if countless rusty wood knives were slashing towards him.

There was no time to react.

"Click, click, click!!" With the sound of the mirror cracking, countless strange cracks appeared, the ghost's heart suddenly stopped, and blood splattered.

The whole person disintegrated in an instant, turned into pieces of flesh and exploded, and scattered everywhere. When Wang Chaling saw this scene, his brain seemed to be idle, and his mouth grew in disbelief: "Dead? He looked at the flesh and blood, his pupils constricted, and his expression was incredulous.

At this time, Ye Zhen turned off the bus, walked out quickly, stared at the pool of blood with his eyes and said: "Zhang Youhong's ghost scissors are not so terrifying, it seems to be Li Qingzhi's firewood knife." He wasn't too surprised that he would be cursed and dismembered by the firewood knife, but he didn't hesitate to turn on the ghost snake and condense the flesh and blood on the ground to piece together a bloody humanoid silhouette.

Scarlet blood was swirling, and the ghost's blood slowly invalidated the curse of the firewood knife attached to it, and at the same time, the shattered limbs were filled with the cold aura of the mirror ghost, causing the surrounding temperature to drop by several degrees.

Soon, the pieced together corpse gradually sank into a pool of blood and disappeared. As an anomaly, he already has the trait that ghosts cannot be killed.

All he needs to do is wait for the mirror ghost puzzle to be completed, and he will be able to revive again. The survivability of the Ghost Rider was on full display at this moment.

Ye Zhen stared at Wang Chaling with a hollow and numb expression: "There's nothing for you here, once Yang Jian comes over, you can't leave if you want to." Wang Chaling was silent, standing in place and not moving.

Caught in this illusory world, he can't leave even if he wants to. Once Liang Xingyang loses, he will not have any chance to get out of trouble, and at this time he will have to stay here and wait for Liang Xingyang to recover from his injury.

"Boom la la......" The pool of blood suddenly surged, and a dark incense stick was swept out by the waves and stopped at Ye Zhen's feet.

Ye Zhen bent down to pick up the black incense and muzzled in thought, then handed it to Wang Chaling and said, "This is the soul conjuring incense, if Yang Jian attacks, lighting this incense can keep you for a while." Wang Chaling took the conjuring incense in surprise: "Why give it to me?" Ye Zhen said: "Just in case, you guard here." With that, he walked towards the pool of blood.

"What are you doing?" Wang Chaling frowned and asked.

"The ghost of the dead can repair the injuries of the main body." Ye Zhen finished speaking calmly, and stepped on a pool of blood with his feet. Obviously, the pool of scarlet blood on the ground was only a shallow layer, but it engulfed him all at once.

The pool of blood was just a few bubbles and soon regained its composure. Wang Chaling's face was a little confused, and he couldn't understand what Ye Zhen's words meant.

And yet the next moment. The pool of blood, which had just regained its calm, was bubbling again, and the blood was gushing, and a pale corpse gradually floated underneath.

Wang Chaling's face was tense and he recognized Liang Xingyang's body. But the corpse was just floating in a pool of blood, covered with cracks, as if it were a work of art that would shatter at the touch of a button.

Soon, though. A strange scene happened, the pool of blood under the corpse quickly dried up, and it seemed to be sucked clean by the corpse

"Puff puff puff ......" A faint heartbeat sounded, and gradually the sound grew from weak to strong. Liang Xingyang opened his eyes suddenly, revealing a pair of broken silver pupils.

But as the ghost heart's heartbeat grew louder and louder, the cracks on his body healed and even disappeared out of thin air.

Meanwhile. On Wang Chaling's grandparents, cracks appeared strangely, and the damage seemed to be transferred to them.

But this kind of injury, which was erased by ghost blood and had lost the erosion of the curse, could only affect the Wang family for a short time, and the rift was disappearing quickly as soon as it appeared.

"It seems that he is a step late, Wang Chaling, light incense." Liang Xingyang stood up with a slightly gloomy face, his broken silver pupils emitted a faint silver light, and he looked in one direction.

In that direction, a rich red light appeared on the horizon, and a terrifying ghost snake spread towards this direction at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the next moment. The silver light diffused, isolating an area.

"How did you survive?" Wang Chaling was shocked, but he still did as he was told, and lit the black incense stick in his hand.

With a strange smoke wafting, a figure in the smoke was rapidly condensing and forming, and at the same time, an unsettling supernatural aura was diffusing it.

Liang Xingyang glanced up at him and did not answer the question. There are many ways for him to control the ghosts, but just now he used the ghost blood pressure to replace the dead ghosts, and then handed them over to the ghost heart to eat, turning the substitute ghost into a puzzle piece of the ghost heart.

Harnessing new ghosts would upset his supernatural balance, but he wasn't worried about that. This is the world of consciousness, as long as you return to reality, this kind of fictional ghost will most likely disappear.

At this moment, the red light on the horizon has descended! Liang Xingyang's eyes were slightly solemn, superimposed on the ghosts, the silver light was bright, and the walls that seemed to be dark and condensed on all sides became thicker and thicker, and soon isolated the red light that wanted to invade.

The silver light and the red light are clearly distinguished at the moment. But everything in the vicinity disappeared, and the vacant land of the Wang family's ancient mansion became a strange scarlet spiritual land.

A young thin figure walked in the red light. But at this moment, the spiritualist incense is brought into full play.

A long-dead soul is being lured in and reappearing. In the midst of the smoke, a middle-aged man who was slightly old, his skin covered with corpse spots without his clothes covered, and his body was cold and oozing, walked out.

Liang Xingyang said: "Luo Wensong, the first manager of the ghost post office, I need you to help me a little." ”

"Ahem, if you can get my soul incense, your skills are not bad." Luo Wensong showed a hint of a smile, his eyes turned to look at the person wandering in the red light, his face was slightly gloomy,

"The supernatural era is not over yet, so what's the point of fighting." Liang Xingyang said calmly: "This is not reality, it is the world of consciousness of ghosts. The person in the red light is not the real Yang Jian, he is a person who has been fictionalized by the supernatural. I'm going to get out of here, and I'm going to have to get rid of him. ”

"Not reality?" In the smoke, Luo Wensong showed a surprised expression, his fingers tapping the air, as if he was secretly verifying something.

Pitch-black doorways spread one after another on the ground, dark and deep, linking to the ghost post office here.

It will take time to verify, but Yang Jian, who is isolated by the silver light, can't wait. He opened his ghost eyes and opened the nine-layer ghost snake to lead his past and future self.

Soon, the second self appeared, the second self opened the nine-layer ghost snake, and then the third self also appeared.

The ghost shadow alone can't help him use the ten-layer ghost snake for a long time, so as a low-level ghost snake, it is the most suitable method to use as a regular means.

It didn't take long. Ten Yang Jian tacitly opened the six-layer ghost snake. The Scarlet Ghost Snake coalesced, tearing a hole in the silver light in front of it like a sharp knife.

And in the world of ghost mirrors. Liang Xingyang said indifferently: "The ghost of the ghost eye is just intersecting, but the mirror space of the mirror ghost can be truly infinitely superimposed, and what it is best at is blocking and detaining." You're in a hurry, but I won't do anything with you. "The infinite superposition of the mirror space, like a dark condensed wall, became thicker and thicker, once again blocking the invasion of red light.

But ghosts can't be drawn, and there are really very few means to restrain ghost eyes.

"Housheng, you interfered with my judgment." Seeing this, Luo Wensong stopped the verification action. The ghost mirror blockade cut off everything from the outside world, and at the same time cut off the road to the ghost post office, and he had to be forced to stop.

Wang Chaling opened his mouth and said: "I am the third generation of the Wang family, I can testify, this is the consciousness world of the ghost, he did not lie to you." Luo Wensong still squinted his eyes and smiled, not doubting Wang Chaling's identity at all, but still prevaricated and said: "They each have mastered an infinite spirit, but it is not so easy to kill." Liang Xingyang's body flashed with silver light, and after recovering, he nodded regretfully and said, "Since you don't want to help, then I can only come by myself." Then, a dim figure walked behind him, from blurry to clear, gradually revealing what he thought was a wrinkled, slightly hunched old rural woman.

Luo Wensong squinted his eyes and looked at it, like a cold poisonous snake staring at its prey: "It's not her, but the supernatural is hers." Liang Xingyang said in a deep voice: "It's a pity that I only found part of the heritage, otherwise it would be difficult for me to overturn this world." Wisps of silver light surged, the cold aura was permeated, and countless mirror ghosts began to be replaced by Meng Xiaodong as materials, and countless old men who were covered in black and white, lifeless, and floating in the air successfully invaded reality and emerged.

At this time.

"Toot ......" The bus that was turned off by Ye Zhen before sounded and echoed with a horn, the two lights in front of it lit up, the darkness in the carriage quickly subsided, and the vehicle resumed operation.

Liang Xingyang boarded the bus directly, sat in the driver's seat, and held the steering wheel with both hands. Wang Chaling glanced at the people in the smoke anxiously, sighed, and took the second generation of the Wang family to the bus.

Luo Wensong's smile disappeared, and his expression was a little hesitant: "It's really a great posterity." Here, is it really not reality? He looked around, still hesitating.

When the bus rushed out of the ghost mirror world, he still didn't choose to help anyone. In his opinion, they are all excellent offspring of the new generation, and sacrificing any of them is a huge loss.

At the last moment, it is the best choice to save a person in time.