"Six-ten? Even if I resisted the malice of the world, ten minutes after the source of the evil ghost appeared, I still died. Liang Xingyang made a puzzled expression, stared at the skin paper and thought for a while, continued the transaction of the ghost cabinet, and the sticky and black blood continued to gush out of his hands, and continued to ask: "Tell me the danger that will be encountered next, where is the ghost mirror where the ghost mirror that imprisons the ghost and paints the ghost child is left." He hoped that under the control of the ghost cupboard, the human skin paper would give him a perfect answer.

The handwriting on the vellum disappears, and new handwriting begins to emerge.

"My name is Liang Xingyang, and I was dead when you saw this...... I unexpectedly returned to the world half an hour ago and was betrayed and attacked by Yang Jian, but fortunately, I took Wang Chaling to successfully survive this danger and got the ghost eye of death. Liang Xingyang's face remained unchanged, and he let the supernatural bus set off, using the supernatural place as a springboard to the third city: Dajing City.

"I changed my mind, I arrived in Dajing City at seven o'clock in the morning, successfully killed Shen Lan and Lu Zhiping stationed at the headquarters, and waited for the support of other headquarters captains to encircle the point and send reinforcements, and finally eliminated the headquarters and reduced the resistance of the world." The handwriting on the vellum continued to emerge: "At 7:30, I was lucky enough to find the ghost mirror drawn by the imprisoned ghost in the city. ”

"At 7:40, I found the ghost mirror where the ghost was held in Okawa City. At 7:50, I found the ghost mirror in Dachang City where ghost children and wishing ghosts were imprisoned. ”

"At eight o'clock, Sister Hong and Zhang Bohua defeated me, went to Dazhou City together, awakened the ghosts in the three tombs in the ancient mansion woods and clearings, and brewed a terrifying supernatural event."

At eight thirty o'clock, the world no longer seemed to hide anything, letting the long-dead Zhang Dong walk out of the ancient mansion. With the six old men joining forces, I could only rely on the starving ghosts to resist. ”

"At nine o'clock, I died." Another new message of death has appeared. At this time, the last paragraph of handwriting emerged, and the bus broke the boundary of reality and appeared on a section of the road in Dajing City.

This time, Liang Xingyang did not die at six o'clock, but at nine o'clock, under the malice of the world, he hated the resuscitation of the seven elders.

"If I kill Sister Hong and Zhang Bohua at eight o'clock in advance, can I stop this from happening for the time being." Liang Xingyang's face was ugly, and the blood gushing out of the ghost cabinet continued to seep into the human skin paper.

The transaction amount is getting bigger and bigger, and the old and faded wooden cabinet is being repainted with bright colors, and a pair of resentful eyes emerge from it, staring at Liang Xingyang.

The ghost cupboard is waiting, and as the transaction quota is replenished, it will be able to get rid of the control of the ghost blood and take the opportunity to recover.

The handwriting on the vellum paper quickly disappeared, and new blood-colored handwriting emerged: "At ten o'clock, I drove the supernatural bus to Zhongjiang City, and fortunately I met Sister Hong and Zhang Bohua. At 7:20 a.m., I managed to detain two men. ”

"At 8:30, the dead Qin Lao drove a ghost ship to land in Dazhou City, awakening the ghosts in the three tombs. Zhang Dong, Luo Qian, Li Qingzhi, and Luo Wensong, who have long since died, board the ghost ship, and the horror continues......"

"At nine o'clock, I died." Another piece of death message appeared. After Liang Xingyang read the information, his previous speculation was confirmed by the leather paper, and his face could no longer be described as difficult to describe.

No matter how he tried to stop it, this fictional world would no longer hide its malice at 8:30, and unreasonably let the ghosts take the initiative to come to the door and kill them at 9 o'clock on time.

Even Qin Lao and the ghost ship have reappeared!

"Even if we can dispose of Sister Hong, Zhang Bohua, Qin Lao, and the huge ghost ship in advance, I believe that with the passage of time and the deepening of the world's malice, the ghosts under the grave will still recover, and Zhang Dong will definitely get out of the ancient mansion." Liang Xingyang was mentally prepared for the worst, and the pressure in his heart deepened little by little.

He understood at this moment that the situation had reached the point where it was necessary to cultivate ghost babies, and only the tactics of crowds could delay the time until six o'clock in the evening.

"After finding the ghost baby created by me, the ghosts brought in from outside, such as the ghost boy, the ghost cha, the ghost painting, and the corpse of Meng Xiaodong, cannot be devoured by the ghost baby, otherwise even if it successfully escapes from the world of consciousness, the ghost baby will get out of control and brew an unsolvable supernatural event in reality."

"The fictitious ghost eyes, human skin paper, and silence can be used as food for the growth of ghost babies, but ghost babies have not digested the real starving ghosts, and ghost babies are still a terrible supernatural product that has been killed." Liang Xing's brows furrowed tightly, realizing that the hole in his original rough plan was a hole that could not be filled.

It's unrealistic to rely on a starving ghost who can be killed to stall for time. At this time, Wang Chaling saw that the bus stopped in place and the person sitting in the driver's seat did not move, so he came over curiously and asked, "What's wrong?" Liang Xingyang's face was slightly gloomy, and he was also in a bad mood at the moment, so he didn't tell Wang Chaling about the next danger, and said another thing: "This is Dajing City." According to the agreement, those captains at the headquarters will be handed over to you to deal with. I have to go back to Dachang City to deal with people who know me well. Wang Chaling was a little surprised and said: "The way out is blocked by the ghosts of the ancient house, why do you have to deal with people who are familiar with us?" "Didn't you say before that the plan to get out of trouble is outdated?

Liang Xingyang was silent for a moment, and then explained: "The danger of this world is beyond my expectations, and it is very likely that we will not survive to come at six o'clock in the evening, so I plan to continue this plan." "The information from the parchment put a lot of pressure on him.

On the other hand, it is different from the original book, Yang Jian encountered a consciousness attack in the wooden house in order to find Wang Shanshan.

This fictional world is even more terrifying, and his purpose is not to escape, but to kill the source of the ghosts here.

There is no guarantee that he will survive in the end, so he can only prepare a way back in advance. Wang Chaling's face was solemn, waiting for an answer.

Liang Xingyang didn't let him wait long, and continued: "Based on your experience, I can speculate a possibility from this. ”

"After severing most of the threads tied to your body, you arrive at the intersection of fantasy and reality, and are forced to return after being attacked by the ghosts of the ancient mansion. But if you cut off all the threads tied to your body, you will no longer belong to this world, and you will not belong to reality under the attack of the old man of the ancient house. Then, you'll be trapped at the intersection as if you were exiled. "This is what happened in the original book, Yang Jian was trapped at the intersection in the end, and he successfully returned by relying on the guidance of the ghost dream.

Wang Chaling lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, and said rationally: "Stay at the intersection, I may be attacked by the fictional ghost and the old man of the ancient house at the same time. Liang Xingyang said calmly: "It's possible, but I don't have a choice." There are Yang Jian and Liang Wensong watching on the roof of the ancient house, and there is a piece of human skin paper outside, even if Wang Chaling's guess comes true, there is a last ray of life.

"I see." Wang Chaling was forced to accept the facts in silence, and walked off the bus with the second generation of the Wang family with a heavy heart.

The facts are in front of us, and there is still a chance to survive, so it is necessary to eliminate the headquarters.

After "Bang Bang ......" retrieved the ghost painting, the two doors of the bus were closed. Liang Xingyang did not doubt Wang Chaling's current strength, among the captains of the headquarters, Wang Chaling may not be the strongest, but the Wang family generation is.

I believe that Wang Chaling will let those headquarters captains clearly experience the terrifying strength of the ghost riders during the Republic of China.

The supernatural bus started again and headed towards Dachang City. Calm returned to the carriage again.

"It's time to deal with you!" Liang Xingyang's silver pupils reflected the figure of the ghost cupboard, and the scarlet ghost blood in his body flowed out, and the blood invaded the ghost cupboard to dye it scarlet, and the transaction amount paid was withdrawn again.

The resentful eyes in the depths of the cupboard dimmed, retreated into the darkness of the depths, and vanished.

But at this time. Liang Xingyang released the amount of ghost blood recovered again, and traded with the ghost cupboard, so that people could answer his question without setting traps.

His eyes were fixed on the blood-stained human skin on his knees, and he asked, "Every prediction will not survive until nine o'clock, I'm afraid it's the result of not letting the supernatural product Ghost Baby devour the Ghost Child." Tell me the real way to survive in this fictional world. In desperation, he still pinned his hopes on this piece of human paper.

Soon, the handwriting appeared on the blood-stained human skin again: "My name is Liang Xingyang, and I was dead when you saw this sentence...... In order to survive until six o'clock in the evening, I had to ask again about this strange human skin. Liang Xingyang's face darkened and said, "Don't waste time, tell me the real method." The handwriting on the vellum quickly disappeared, and a new blood-colored handwriting appeared: "After countless attempts, I finally found that my ability was insufficient, which is long overdue. If I replace the ghost baby of the supernatural product and eat the real ghost child and grow further, maybe the final result will change. Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly: "Impossible, my essence is a mirror ghost, even if I replace the ghost baby, it is impossible to withstand the erosion of such a terrible ghost instinct." "The flaw of the alien is that the consciousness of the living is affected by the instinct of the ghost, and the more times the supernatural power is used, the more terrifying the invisible influence becomes.

If the plan of the human skin paper is implemented, even if you succeed in winning the battle with the old man during the Republic of China.

After the replacement is lifted, it will directly transform into a real mirror ghost consciousness. The handwriting resurfaced on the human vellum: "If I can really kill and control the source of the evil ghost after six o'clock in the evening, everything will turn around." ”