Wang Chaling hesitated for a moment and nodded. He looked earnestly at the increasingly distorted world, where incomprehensible supernatural phenomena were taking place.

Yang Jian killed most of the people who were familiar with him, and now no matter how real this world was, how wavering and unfirm his heart was before.

At this moment, after the dust settled, he began to want to urgently get out of this world. The world is changing as he sees it...... The outline of a dim and gloomy ancient mansion emerges, taking the place of this world.

A certain boundary is getting weaker and weaker, the intersection of the two scenes overlaps, and he comes to the junction of the supernatural.

With just one step further, he will be able to escape this fictional world and return to reality. And yet the next moment. Suddenly he heard a dull sound of footsteps, as if a heavy corpse was approaching him.

Wang Chaling's whole body suddenly tensed, and a creepy and chilling sense of fear inexplicably surged into his heart, making him dare not take this step.

Between the distorted and blurred worlds, a thin and terrifying figure waved its hand, as if to say hello.

And at the moment, on the roof of the ancient house. Yang Jian and Liang Wensong stayed on the roof, squinting their eyes and peeking through the position of the patio to see the movement in the ancient mansion.

As originally planned, they moved Safe House 4. Leave a crack in the golden gate through the tool, and aim the crack at the patio of the ancient house, and the ghost wanders out and falls naturally, and then uses the hole to suppress it in the ancient house.

The process went smoothly and there were no surprises. The curled up corpse lay motionless under the patio, like a dusty stone, incapacitated.

But even so, wisps of smoke were still rising from the dark eye sockets of the curled up corpse, and the smoke was filled, and there were traces of human surging in it.

The fictional man seems to be crossing the boundary between reality and illusion to come to reality, but he has been forcibly erased like a stain and has never been able to get out.

In the rising smoke, only an equally thin and terrifying figure was left behind, raising its arm full of corpse spots and waving, constantly waving against the old man of the ancient mansion, but it still could not come.

Yang Jian analyzed: "The level of horror is not equal, and the Zhang Dong created by the spirit cannot fight against the Zhang Dong in the ancient mansion. If there is no accident, this terrifying ghost is trapped in the ancient mansion and can never turn over. Liang Xingyang frowned and said, "According to what you said, the action of the ontological initiative to break in seems to be a bit redundant. Yang Jian shook his head and said: "I didn't say that, in fact, his containment played a vital role, otherwise the outcome of this supernatural confrontation would not be clear." ”

"According to the information provided by Liang Xingyang, that ghost controlled the curled up corpse and had a curse carrier from now on. The supernatural power and the supernatural fictional products that pull everything into consciousness have been suppressed by Zhang Dong, but do you think, if there is no Liang Xingyang, will the ghost directly target Zhang Dong and directly make up countless him? ”

"On the surface, the ghost is just confronting Zhang Dong, but in fact, the ghost has a conflict with Zhang Dong and Liang Xingyang, so it will lose very quickly." Liang Wensong exclaimed and glanced at Yang Jian in admiration.

Yang Jian's talent for supernatural judgment and intuition has always been very high, which is not something that strength and experience can make up for.

"There's something new." Yang Jian's eyes suddenly condensed, his ghost eyes turned, ignoring the interference of the environment, and detected the abnormality in the ancient mansion before Liang Wensong.

As far as the eye could see, I saw a faint and illusory figure eerily emerging beside the curled up corpse, it was Wang Chaling.

"Wang Chaling was also trapped before, and now he is getting out of that world of consciousness!" Liang Wensong made a judgment, and his face was full of solemnity in the next second,

Zhang Dong waved. Zhang Dong waved his hand again, and the supernatural phenomenon was like being forcibly erased by something, and it could no longer invade the ancient mansion.

Wang Chaling's phantom disappeared in an instant, and the whole person was beaten back into the world of consciousness.

"It's wrong, it's wrong. However, the situation is in our favor, and Lao Liang will definitely be able to analyze the current situation and concentrate on staying in his consciousness to deal with the ghosts. Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Wensong said solemnly: "I hope so." ”……

"Ah......" Wang Chaling was full of horror, and his body was completely unable to move. An indescribably terrifying spirit attacked him, and the four ghosts on his body fell into a deep sleep after letting out a strange scream.

The four ghosts of the second generation of the Wang family were also directly stiffened in place, and seemed to have lost their supernatural support. Wang Chaling lost his balance under his feet and fell backwards.

This fall is immediately out of the intersection of the illusory and the real of consciousness. The scene of the eerie mansion quickly faded away, and in just a moment, he returned to the imaginary world.

Liang Xingyang's eyes flickered, looking at the scene in front of him, and he came to the conclusion in his mind: "The carrier of the ghost should not be in the safe house, and it has been transferred to the ancient mansion." But now was not the time to think about these things, he reached out and helped Wang Chaling up, and the brilliant silver light was invading his body, expelling the terrifying supernatural power that remained in the latter's body.

"Hiss......" Wang Chaling gasped, his eyes were still full of fear, but he could also feel that his body was quickly regaining consciousness.

Soon. Liang Xingyang waved his hand to dissipate the silver light and asked, "I need first-hand information to present what you see with supernatural beings." Wang Chaling didn't talk nonsense, and immediately used his own supernatural influence to affect the nearby light and air dust to present the bizarre scene he saw.

A vague and gloomy ancient mansion, the intersection of illusory reality, and a thin and terrifying figure waving his hand.

"There's someone on the patio!" Liang Xingyang's eyes moved, and he found an abnormality that was difficult to attract people's attention, and he had a guess in his heart.

According to the information that Wang Chaling tried to probe, he vaguely understood the current situation. Zhang Dong can still act, which shows that they have a great advantage in the supernatural confrontation, the situation is developing according to the information reminder of the human skin, and the balance of victory is tilting towards them.

At this time. Wang Chaling couldn't wait, and asked eagerly: "How is it, what have you discovered, and do we still have any hope of getting out?" There was a judgment in his heart that there was little hope of escape.

The way out is blocked by a terrifying ghost, and you have to find another way to get out.

"The previous plan is no longer applicable, and going out is a dead end." Liang Xingyang responded with a pensive expression.

Wang Chaling's face was ugly: "As soon as six o'clock in the afternoon arrives, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out at all." What we have to do is to solve the old people blocking the road and open the way! ”

"Toot ......" Liang Xingyang boarded the bus, sat in the driver's seat again, established contact with the fat corpse under the cushion, and honked the weird hoarse horn before saying to the people under the bus: "Don't waste time, and don't think about solving the old man blocking the road, because we can't beat it together." ”

"But there is always a glimmer of life in everything, and killing the source ghost in consciousness is the only hope to get out of here." Wang Chaling's face was slightly gloomy, and he got into the car with four ghosts of the second generation and asked again: "The sea of people is vast, how can we find the source of the ghosts in this fictional world?" Liang Xingyang didn't answer, and there was a strange dark brown human skin in his hand out of thin air, which was the human skin paper that Yang Jian carried with him, and it was also a product of supernatural fiction.

"Let the skin paper not hide traps, answer one of my questions."

"Tell me how to find that ghost, you know what I'm asking." Sticky, blackened blood erupted from his palms, the blood belonging to the haunted cupboard infecting the parchment, and the rules for trading everything were in effect.

A line of black handwriting appeared on the vellum: "My name is Liang Xingyang, and I was dead when you read this sentence......

"I'm trying to find and kill the source of this world of consciousness, but what I don't know is that as long as I succeed in surviving until six o'clock in the evening under the malice of the world, it will naturally appear and kill me."

"At 10 o'clock, I'm dead." Under the prediction of the human skin, the death information appeared.