"It's unbelievable, he really ate the ghost ship."

Zhang Bohua's cloudy eyes showed a look of shock, and his loose-skinned, wrinkled face twitched unnaturally.

Sister Hong's face was gloomy and she said, "We're in big trouble. ”

"Pedal Pedal ~"

Shrouded in dust.

Liang Xingyang's figure walked out alone, and with every step, the soil under his feet would pass away the spirit on it, leaving a blue-black footprint.

As he passed, the footprints began to seep out of the scarlet water, turning into puddles of small puddles that joined together and converged into a slender stream, in which the scarlet water churned, and the lake of blood, which had been suppressed by the grave soil for a short time, quickly revived.

"He's stealing the spirits from the grave." At this time, Sister Hong's eyes suddenly widened and she let out an exclamation of disbelief.

The Endless Graveyard is fading and fading, and the supernatural power within it is rapidly draining.

Countless tombstones toppled over, and one by one the tombs where a small amount of water was buried collapsed, soaking wet, and the corpses of women with scattered hairs crawled out of the graves, turning into a cloud of water to flood more graves.

The Endless Graveyard turned into a damp swamp, and the scarlet lake overflowed, soon engulfing the graveyard.

"Puppeteers?"

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved, and he noticed something.

Then, he stopped, bent down and put his arm into the swamp beneath his feet, grabbing out a mud-stained puppeteer that was constantly struggling.

At the touch, the terrifying oppression belonging to the bus and the ghost ship took effect immediately, and the puppeteer fell silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Qian's face on the puppeteer's face quickly blurred, his figure and clothes were also dim and illusory, and the supernatural copied on it was forcibly erased, turning into a real puppet with no facial features.

The unimaginably dramatic changes continue.

The puppeteer's spirit is draining, as if it has been destroyed by decades of kung fu in an instant, and the strange reddish wood has become dull and yellow, and there are traces of potholes on it, exuding a cold and obscure smell.

In a few seconds, the supernatural power on the puppet was drained clean, and it disintegrated directly under everyone's noses, turning into a pile of rotten wood that no one wanted for nothing.

Zhang Bohua said: "Kill him and end the battle directly." ”

He was in action, and the terrifying medicinal fragrance on his body was spreading, enough to slumber the spirit of the ghost around him.

"We're probably not opponents."

Sister Hong's face was gloomy like water, and with a wave of her hand, a terrifying spirit was around the influence, and rows of puppeteers appeared nearby, and these puppeteers quickly dressed up their faces and changed into new people.

Countless Luo Wensong, Luo Qian, Meng Xiaodong, and Li Qingzhi appeared, and crowds of people came towards him.

"It's too late, you're no longer worthy of being my opponent."

Liang Xingyang showed a sneer, dropped the rotten wood in his hand, his dark eyes turned scarlet in an instant, and countless cracks appeared in his perspective.

He lifted a hand and slashed with his palm as a knife along the torn perspective.

The dismemberment of everything appeared supernatural, and the world seemed to be split in two in an instant, and there was a serious split.

The corpses of countless puppeteers separated, and their heads fell to the ground with a gurgling appearance, leaving only their bodies stiff in place, maintaining their running posture.

"What are you kidding?"

Sister Hong saw that the situation was not good, and quickly retreated, but the cheongsam around her neck suddenly cracked, making her heart groan.

The white and cold skin was torn, blackened blood was splattered, and the puppeteer's body was also horribly cracked, and the wooden neck was torn by two-thirds, and the head was crooked weakly.

"Ah......h

Xiao Ru screamed and held her head hard, the break on her neck was smooth, but the look in her eyes gradually dissipated.

Zhang Bohua's head also fell, and fell into the scarlet lake water under his feet with a thud, and one after another scarlet palms appeared under the water, trying to take away his head.

However, Zhang Bohua, who only had one head left, still did not die, and wanted to resist the water ghost that attacked him, but he couldn't sense the powerful ghost he was controlling, as if his head and body had become strangers and had been cut off.

Just as he watched his head being taken away, the scene in front of him suddenly and quickly regressed.

The reboot affects everything around.

"Knock Knock !!"

Qin Lao banged on his crutches and used the restart to reverse the results of the past.

However, as soon as the reboot appeared, it was immediately invaded by a blue-black haze, interfered with, and blocked.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Qin Lao stood still, an illusory self appeared around him, and countless crutches immediately rang, continuing to reverse the future, and restart this area with him.

"Let's get to the facts."

Between the regression of the scene, Liang Xingyang opened a pair of scarlet eyes, shrouded in red light, and appeared beside Qin Lao.

The past and future have long been sealed by the supernatural of his ghost eyes.

With a slight stroke of his palm, the countless illusory figures surrounding Qin Lao were dismembered and disappeared.

The next moment, he directly reached out and grabbed Qin Lao's body, and his blue-black fingers were like sharp firewood knives, instantly piercing the corpse covered with corpse spots.

The pressing of the coffin nails took effect quickly.

After Qin Lao fell asleep, the supernatural power on his body began to drain away like a flood, and it was taken away after a while, turning into an ordinary corpse.

"It's your turn."

In the thick haze, there was a devilish whisper.

Soon.

The corpses of Sister Hong and Zhang Bohua floated on the blood lake, swaying with the blood waves, and they could only look at the haze that covered the sky with desperate and unwilling eyes.

……

There was a dead silence in the haze, and occasionally an eerie and infiltrating cry sounded from a corner. The vast lake of blood, which engulfed most of the city, was constantly tumbling, and there was the sound of rushing water, and the occasional few bubbles were also emitting a damp and fishy smell.

On the huge sign of a certain high-rise building in the city, the neon sign sneered, and after a few breaths of struggle, it went out directly, and no more lights came on.

Liang Xingyang is standing on the signboard at the moment, surrounded by countless illusory selves, exchanging information with each other and predicting his own future.

Talking to your future self is a supernatural power that belongs to Qin Lao. Now he has seized it to predict the future that will happen at six o'clock in the evening.

An illusory self spoke, but no voice came out: "At six o'clock in the evening, I failed, my current strength cannot resist the revival of the whole world, but I did not die at the hands of the ghost, but in the end I became a new mirror ghost consciousness." ”

A message of death appeared.

The other illusory self then spoke: "I changed my strategy, and before six o'clock in the evening, I made a bold attempt, I ate half of the supernatural in this fictional world, and I reached a supernatural balance in the confrontation with the ghosts, but because of this, I couldn't break this balance, and I ended up trapped here. ”

It's a failed future.

Another illusory self spoke: "I summed up the experience of failure, and I think that the reason for failure may be that I didn't eat enough. Before six o'clock in the evening, I captured ninety percent of the supernatural in this world, and when six o'clock came, I succeeded in killing the ghost. But in the end I failed, and I became the new consciousness of the ghost. ”

Another desperate result.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were deep, he waved his hand to dispel the three illusory selves, took out a dark brown human skin, and stared at it deadly.

The Skin Paper had revealed a plan for the future, and if the ghost could be killed and harnessed, everything would turn around.

But that turnaround, even if he used the ghost cabinet to control the human skin paper, there was still no specific information to reveal.

The source of this world, the ghost, seems to be an existence that cannot be deduced by human skin.

Liang Xingyang muttered in a low voice: "Based on Qin Lao's foreknowledge, fusing the calculation ability of human skin paper may be able to help me find the right plan." ”

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