On a certain street in Daito City. A rusty-looking bus that should have been scrapped was moving slowly, and through the window you could see that the compartment was full of passengers.

The carriage was as quiet as ever, even if there were a few ghost riders inside, they were silently recovering their strength, always ready to face the crisis of overloading, stalling, and ghost stopping.

That's when it happened. Suddenly. A strange horn sounded from the normal supernatural bus, followed by a sudden braking, and the people and ghosts in the vehicle shook involuntarily.

"What's going on, is something wrong?" For a while, everyone in the carriage became panicked and anxious.

"Look ahead." After the supernatural bus braked suddenly, the speed slowed down, and everyone saw the incredible scene.

There was a rusty bus parked on the road ahead, and the strange thing was that the car blocking the road looked exactly like the bus everyone was riding.

They are all speculating that the supernatural bus was forced to brake sharply, probably because it didn't want to crash into the car blocking the road in front.

"Look at the car on the other side, someone is getting off."

"Who can guarantee that it is a person who gets off the bus? Don't be that ominous thing. ”

"What is that guy doing, eating?" Everyone's eyes widened, and their eyes were full of surprise as the man in front of them gnawed off a twisted and dirty long sword little by little.

This kind of strange behavior can be done by people? If you rule out the possibility that the other party is a human, then it is a ghost who stands in the way?

Ghost stop? After Liang Xingyang ate Ye Zhen's supernatural sword, his stomach bulged slightly and quickly recovered, and his blue-black face began to give birth to new supernatural changes.

Not visible, not touchable. Two mortal supernatural beings became one of the pieces of his puzzle.

The two yellowing lights of the "......" fictitious bus shrouded him, and he could only feel the slightest restraint and suppression, which could not affect his movements at all.

"Seven:43." Liang Xingyang silently counted the time in his heart, looked at the oncoming bus, and his dark eyes instantly dyed a strange scarlet.

As far as the eye can see, the haze spreads. The thick haze was like a huge wave, instantly engulfing the bus in front of it, pulling it into the ghost, and at the same time, the thick smoke and fire swept through the bus in unison, as if it had become a fire scene.

A haze blocked everything.

"Stepping~" Heavy footsteps sounded in the ghost, and there was a burst of bus horns.

The supernatural bus breaks the boundary between reality and the supernatural, but it is blocked by layers of haze, trapped in it and unable to get out.

The layers of haze are extremely thick, and this characteristic comes from the way mirror ghosts are superimposed on ghosts. Liang Xingyang violently opened the car door with both hands, strode onto the car, came directly to the driver's seat, and grabbed an obese male corpse from underneath.

The fingers pierced into the fat, and the suppression belonging to the coffin nails took effect, and the bus ghost fell into a deep sleep without having time to struggle.

"Who are you?" The gloom poured into the carriage, and in an instant a raging flame, whether it was a person or a ghost, it was ignited, and someone was crying out in pain and asking loudly.

Liang Xingyang looked back, his scarlet eyes were strange and penetrating, and he couldn't see a trace of a living person in them.

"Ah......h

No one asked anymore. Liang Xingyang turned his head, his blue-black mouth opened, revealing the dark and deep throat inside, and ate the sleeping bus ghost.

The stomach bulged rapidly, and it took a while to recover as before. The level of terror has risen wildly again. At this moment, he felt like he was overwhelmed, and he couldn't eat anything anymore.

But when digestion was finished, he felt hungry again. And the horror level is too high, except for the ghost shadow itself is a puzzle piece of the mirror ghost, the ghost heart and ghost blood stored in the body of the living person are not spared, and it has been reduced to a puzzle under the erosion of the starving ghost.

"I got the part of the ghost lake puzzle between Yang Jian, plus my own ghost lake, and the ghost lake in this world is completely under my control." Liang Xingyang slowly stepped off the imaginary bus, his scarlet eyes looking at the bus parked on the side and brought in from reality.

As soon as his eyes moved, the haze instantly covered the reality of the bus, and he was imprisoned in the mirror space inside his body.

Liang Xingyang ate the ghost mirror where sixty percent of the ghost blood was imprisoned, and the sound of the mirror clattering sounded in his stomach, and a strong and dull heartbeat came from the ghost heart.

"The ghost lake and the ghost blood merge into a blood lake, if I stack my own number, I'm afraid that I will immediately break the limit of this world's endurance, causing the supernatural puzzle pieces on my body to collapse and be damaged." Every step he took, he left a blue-black footprint under his feet, the footprints were damp and seeping, and there were terrible supernatural deposits on them.

If touched, it is likely to be tainted with a terrible curse. Scarlet's gaze moved, and the figure disappeared from its place.

The thick haze swept through several cities at an incredible speed, and the city that was originally a little prosperous and full of life instantly became a dead silence, and countless people began to have strange pregnancies.

With a cry of pain, countless ghost babies burst out of their stomachs, and these ghost babies seemed to have been left with instructions in their minds, and they converged towards a city together.

7:50. Zhongjiang City. The door of a Chinese medicine shop opened, and two figures walked out. One is a woman in her thirties, who maintains a fairly slender figure.

One is an old man with a wrinkled face, loose skin, the smell of corpses, and so old that he needs to walk on crutches.

In the open space in front of the door, a woman wearing a red cheongsam with a bewitching figure had been waiting for a long time.

Sister Hong was silent for a while, and then said, "That descendant has grown to a very powerful level, and we need to wake up some old friends. Zhang Bohua sighed and said, "This is the last time." Xiaoru supported the old man, carrying a medicine box on his back, and was silent without speaking, as if he wanted to go along.

"Let's go." Sister Hong smiled, the cheongsam on her body emitted a faint red light, and after the ghost shrouded the old man and Xiaoru, the figures of the three disappeared.

A minute later, they appeared in the city of Zhongzhou.

"Ghost!" Sister Hong looked at the haze ghost of the blockade of Zhongzhou City with a solemn face, and the red light emitted by the cheongsam could not invade it.

And yet at this very moment. She seemed to sense something, and when she reached out, a baby with blue skin appeared out of thin air.

"Quack...... "Quack quack the ghost baby let out a strange cry, his short and fat hands and feet kept struggling, and between the blinks of his eyelids, a pair of dark and murderous eyes were revealed.

Zhang Bohua frowned, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and there was a strange blue-black baby in his hand, but compared to the one in Sister Hong's hand, the ghost baby he caught was a little thinner.

The ghost baby did not struggle in his hands, and under a strange medicinal fragrance, he fell directly into a deep sleep, and fell asleep peacefully.

After looking carefully for a while, his wrinkled face showed a look of surprise, and he used his own supernatural power to make a strange supernatural phenomenon appear on his hands.

The sleeping ghost baby grows rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it has grown into an adult overnight, from a baby to an adult.

And Zhang Bohua's fingers pinched the wrist of the young starving ghost, as if he was sensing something.

After a while, there was an incredible look of surprise on his face.

"This is a supernatural product, the horror of the baby state is very low, but the growth is extremely high, and let it eat any ghost, it can directly grow into a real ghost, with the characteristics of a ghost, and it becomes impossible to kill." He concluded.

Sister Hong's heart sank: "It seems that we are one step late, and that posterior seems to be able to predict the future, and has made arrangements in advance, maybe he is waiting for us to throw himself into the net." Then, a puppet figure stepped out behind her.

The puppeteer transforms into an old man on crutches. If Liang Xingyang is here, he will definitely be able to recognize this person's identity: Qin Lao.

It didn't take a while. Qin Lao foresaw the future, and finally shook his head with a sigh, and said with a sad and joyful attitude: "The result is not good, in the face of absolute strength, the future cannot be changed." Your countless attempts have ended in failure, and you have not survived. ”

"Knock knock!!" The crutches hit the ground, and through the influence of the supernatural, pictures of the future were presented to everyone.

A thick haze enveloped the city, and the sky and the earth were blue-black. The fire is burning and the smoke is billowing out, and it is a scene like the end times.

The severed limbs of the puppeteers were scattered all over the ground, Xiaoru's corpse was separated and died tragically, and even Sister Hong and Zhang Bohua were finally defeated by a person who was shrouded in haze and couldn't see clearly.

In the final scene, the old mansion collapsed. Sister Hong made an expression of disbelief on her face: "Impossible, right? Xiao Ru retreated, her face pale.

Zhang Bohua's face was ugly and asked, "Is there a turnaround?" The two of them joined forces and were not an opponent in the afterlife, and they lost face.

If it weren't for the future he got from Qin Lao, he couldn't believe this result. Hearing this, Old Qin looked pensive, and after a while, he spoke again: "Wait, wait until thirty minutes, and I will land in the ghost ship if I die, and you take the opportunity to board the ghost ship, and maybe there will be a turnaround." "The future involves himself, and the foreknowledge is interrupted by interference, and it is no longer possible to predict the outcome further.

Sister Hong was silent for a moment and said, "Then wait." "Time ticks by. It was eight o'clock.

"The spirit child's one-hour prediction was disturbed by a more powerful precognition, was it Qin Lao's landing on the ghost ship, or Sister Hong's puppet change?" Liang Xingyang was shrouded in a thick haze, standing alone on a tall building, his eyes were everywhere in the haze, and any wind and grass in the city could not hide his sight.

And downstairs, standing are thousands of ghost children, and countless ghost babies. These derivative ghosts did not devour the ghosts, but they were all modified by the ghost newspaper and temporarily controlled by him.

He pondered for a moment, then left the roof and appeared downstairs, allowing the ghost babies and ghost children gathered together to disperse, revealing a golden coffin underneath and six special golden protective suits.

The heavy gold coffin was the container he intended to use to hold Zhang Dong. Liang Xingyang sank the golden coffin into the ghost lake, and gave an order: "Put on these clothes and follow me!" "Soon.

Six ghost boys put on protective suits and stood behind him. Originally designed for adults, the closed protective clothing is not like that, and even if an adult wears it, it may not be able to move freely.

But now on the ghost boy's body, it only looks a little loose, and the weight of the clothes does not hinder the movement in the slightest.

Liang Xingyang just glanced at it, and after seeing that it was ready, he used the power of the supernatural bus to break the boundary between reality and the supernatural, changing the position where the six ghost boys were standing, and letting them appear on the roof of the ancient mansion with him.

Liang Xingyang stood on the roof, his scarlet eyes peeking through the patio, peeking into the situation in the ancient mansion.

The situation was about the same as before, there was a black Taishi chair in the hall, and the corpse covered with corpse spots sat stiffly on it, and the dead and numb eyes kept staring at the gate of the ancient mansion, waiting for someone to visit.

On the ground near the patio, an old ship's rudder and a gray-white stone statue are sitting in place.

He withdrew his gaze and let the stagnant water flow out, and a pair of pale arms stretched out under the water, carrying the golden coffin out and throwing it under the patio.

"Bang." After a loud bang, the golden coffin fell smoothly into the ancient mansion, the floor tiles were smashed to pieces, and even the coffin lid fell off.

However, the huge movement only caused Zhang Dong's corpse to move, and did not stand up. Seeing this, Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly: "The six of you go down and use the ladder to help me bring out the rudder and statue." The protective suit did not isolate the sound, and when the six ghost children heard the command, they immediately jumped off the patio without hesitation and entered Zhang Dong's field of vision.

on the roof. Liang Xingyang squinted his eyes at what might happen. Sure enough, something broke into the ancient mansion and immediately attracted attention.

Zhang Dong on the black Taishi chair slowly stood up, raised his arm full of corpse spots, and waved towards the six ghost boys, as if he was erasing the stains in front of him.

However, the gold is isolated from the supernatural influence, and it still shines brightly, without the slightest trace of oxidation and corrosion.

The ghost boy's movement was not hindered in the slightest, and obediently followed the order, picked up the rudder, and then took the ladder to transport the things out.

Zhang Dong continued to wave his hand, as if to say goodbye. A minute later. Liang Xingyang first smoothly received the rudder, and used the bus to suppress the captain who was recovering rapidly.

The supernatural wrestling quickly divided the winner and loser. The rudder, which had been shaking violently and emitting a thin black mist, quickly calmed down, and finally there was only an intermittent and slight shaking.

"Under the condition of not superimposing the number, only the spirit of the bus can suppress the captain, if I go all out......" Liang Xingyang shook his hand hard, only to see the thin black mist dissipate, and the rudder fell into complete silence.

Without hesitation, he ate the rudder. The wisdom of the living stolen by the captain is erased by the ghost, and the supernatural is forcibly digested and turned into one of the puzzle pieces of the starving ghost.

Immediately afterward, he ate the statue. The belly bulged rapidly and then quickly subsided.

"Put the body in a golden coffin." With his order, the six ghost boys moved again. They quickly approached the corpse, using the gold to isolate the supernatural influence, and used the strength of their bodies to move the corpse of the cave.

The ghost boy was carrying Zhang Dong's corpse little by little, but the corpse was heavy and unspeakable, and the movement was very small.

Liang Xingyang breathed a sigh of relief, and said secretly in his heart: "The strength of a living person can't move the corpse of the supernatural influence at all, fortunately, I use a ghost child." Fortunately, Zhang Dong does not have the characteristics of wandering around, and he has always stayed in the ancient mansion according to his instincts before his death, otherwise this kind of overly idealized plan would be impossible to succeed. "It was only a dozen meters from the hall to the patio, but it took a full twenty minutes.

Zhang Dong's body was moved to the golden coffin, but with the combined efforts of the six ghost boys, they couldn't push it down.

Liang Xingyang could only use his voice to instruct the ghost boy to erect the golden coffin, and then push the coffin to put Zhang Dong inside.

"Bang." The heavy golden coffin lid was recessed and closed vertically, tightly sealed. Under the new directive, the ghost boy tied four long ropes to the coffin, firmly sealing the coffin and preventing the contents from coming out.

After all this, some kind of supernatural spirit around him was fading, and the darkness and dead silence that enveloped the ancient mansion gradually disappeared.

Liang Xingyang waited cautiously for a few minutes, and only after finding no new changes did his face show excitement.

His head moved, and his scarlet eyes defied the limits of distance and looked at the six graves in the glade of the back forest.