The fictional world is shrouded in a haze.

There is no trace of a person's presence in the city, it is too quiet, and there is no trace of movement except for the gloom that wafts everywhere.

The constant flow of traffic and the hustle and bustle are now a thing of the past, and the world shrouded in haze does not feel a little lifeless.

"Pedal Pedal ~"

In the empty streets, a heavy footstep suddenly echoed.

A pale brown figure walked out of the haze, walked to the gate of a school dyed blue and black by the haze, and stopped and stood quietly.

Seven.

This is the Seven in the fictional world.

"Here it is."

Liang Xingyang let out a low murmur, looked around, and paced through the gate into the empty campus.

This is the place he has chosen, where the Curse Harness scheme will take place.

The ubiquitous haze lifted, allowing the dim school to regain a little light and make it clear the surrounding architectural set.

"The third door of the old mansion in the Dachang Civic Kingdom period connects to a dead and silent supernatural world, which is said to be a supernatural world, but in fact it is not the same as a fictional world shrouded in haze."

"The difference between the two is probably only that the supernatural world is another real world occupied by countless ghosts, while the fictional world is occupied by starving ghosts."

Before he knew it, he came to the playground, sat here for a long time, and thought about a lot of things.

And the time quietly came to six o'clock in the evening.

The time has come.

It was at this time.

Liang Xingyang's eyes suddenly froze, and he noticed some kind of change through the ghost, and in his senses, the world he was in began to wake up, like a sleeping person.

Ignoring the isolation of the ghosts, some paranormal phenomena began to appear in the corners of the world, as if a terrible danger was coming.

The whole world is distorted and changed, bleak and illusory, revealing the true face that has been hidden for a long time.

The sky turned into a dry face, and in the dark and empty eye sockets, a pair of eyes immersed in pain all the time appeared, turning numbly, peering at everything on the ground.

The sun became the left eye of the ghost, the moon became the right eye of the ghost, the wind and clouds became the yin wind exhaled from the mouth of the ghost, the mountains and rivers became thin and shriveled hands and feet, the rivers became shriveled veins, and the ground became dry skin like stones.

Liang Xingyang narrowed his eyes, vigilant in his heart: "This is an illusion, curled up and dried corpses as a carrier, and it has become a shadow reflected in this world." ”

When six o'clock arrives, the ghost is reviving, and will soon appear in this world, killing the medium of this fictional past world, that is, himself.

However, the gloom weighed down everything.

The last remnants of the world's supernatural spirits have irreversibly dimmed and disappeared, becoming the nourishment for the revival of the ghosts.

"Here we are."

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and on the empty playground in front of him, a dim and blurred figure appeared out of thin air, from blurry to clear, and finally turned into a young man.

Pale brown skin, dark eyes, blue-black haze, strange and evil temperament.

The ghost directly fictionalized himself.

But he could feel the weakness of the ghosts, and there were only one supernatural ghost left, and the level of horror was not high.

Liang Xingyang slowly stood up from the bench, powerful supernatural oppression emanated, and silently looked at his other self who was approaching.

Even so, the ghost's face did not change at all, it was not afraid, nor did it have any emotions, it just stared at Liang Xingyang strangely.

Soon.

The ghost didn't walk fast, and walked straight to Liang Xingyang, mechanically raised his arm, and grabbed at him.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved, and with the same movement, he touched the palm of the ghost's hand.

Identical supernatural collided together.

However, the supernatural confrontation waited for the winner in an instant.

Under the terrifying suppression, the ghost froze directly in place, like a corpse, unable to move again.

Liang Xingyang grabbed the ghost's wrist hard, and said secretly in his heart: "A ghost with ten percent of the spirit is very different from a ghost with only one percent of the spirit left. But if I don't do anything, and when it comes at 10:60, even if I don't die at the hands of the ghost, I'm afraid I will transform into a new mirror ghost consciousness. ”

"But for now, the future is mine."

The next moment.

Slender cracks appeared in front of his eyes, and the ghost's body was torn apart in an instant as the curse of dismemberment struck, mixed with a large amount of blood and thrown to the ground.

Soon, the scraps and blood were dim and illusory, vanishing.

The iron law that ghosts cannot be killed does not seem to work in this world.

"It's successful, this supernatural curse is now mine."

Retracting his palm, Liang Xingyang felt the change in his body at this moment.

With the completion of the theft, the condensed body turned out to be strangely illusory and became unreal.

The next second

Rumble......

There was a loud thunderclap, and it seemed to be the wail of a terrible ghost......

The dry face in the sky cracked open a deep black gap, and a faint light seeped in from the outside.

The sun went out in his left eye, the moon dimmed in his right eye, the dead gray skin that covered the vast land split inch by inch, and the thin arm the size of a mountain collapsed.

After losing all its supernatural powers, the fictional world fell into a great destruction and became unreal.

Soon, however, the process of destruction was interrupted.

Liang Xingyang has already reminded him according to the information of the plan, dismembered part of his supernatural in time, and returned it to the world, so that the world can maintain its operation again.

The supernatural power that was detached from the body of the starving ghost quickly disappeared, and became the nourishment for the resurrection of the evil ghost.

After a while, the fearless ghost attacked again.

Over time, the demons were killed again and again, and resurrected again and again. The curse of fiction is constantly being stolen, ninety-one, eighty-two, seventy-three, six-four, five-five.

"Let's get started."

Liang Xingyang's eyes flashed with a hint of madness, and he took one last look at this fragmented world, and gently spit out a sentence: "You are not a starving ghost, you are a mirror ghost."

As soon as these words fell, his face quickly turned pale, the dark ink in his eyes quickly faded, and at the same time, his body appeared irreversibly lightened...... In the end, he strangely changed back to his original self.

The supernatural artifact ghost baby was still in the mirror space, and only the blue-black ghost boy fell out of him, the only ghost he ate.

Half of Liang Xingyang's face showed an indifferent smile without warning, but the other half of his face was expressionless.

He felt that something was wrong with him, and the emotions of the living were melting like snow, as if he were going to die.

In addition to consciousness, the body is also emitting a faint silver light, and the supernatural is moving out of control and has begun an irreversible transformation.

This is the price of the crazy ghost eating ghosts in the incarnation of starving ghosts, but it has finally exploded.

Liang Xingyang is in action, and the ghost boy who fell out is re-sent into the mirror space in his body to be imprisoned.

It was also at this time.

In his blurred vision, the ghost reappeared.

It was the pale brown self before, with dark and deep eyes, but revealing a hollow numbness, coldness, and dead silence.

It's a lot like him before, but it's not him anymore. But this ghost still has everything he has, including memories.

Having come to this point, Liang Xingyang had no fear in his heart, and his expression was surprisingly calm. Then he opened his arms to meet the terrible ghost who was walking towards him.

Finally, the man and the ghost came together.

The silver light that came out of his body became more and more brilliant, and his body quickly disappeared, turning into a silver light that merged into the ghost's body.

The methods of ghost invasion are outdated, but they are still effective.

Soon.

On the body of the fictional starving ghost, a silver light appeared, and the light flickered and flickered.

A blue-black haze wafts, constantly digesting foreign substances that have invaded the body.

A terrible supernatural confrontation suddenly erupted in the ghost's body.

The supernatural eruption began, and the ghost took two stiff steps, and then stopped moving, as if asleep, standing quietly in place.

It will be here for a long time until the confrontation is not decided... For a long time.

Over time, the unexpected arose.

The world shook.

Yes......

The shattered, dry face that covered the sky finally let out a wail, as if it had been wiped by the palms of a pair of hands, and quickly disappeared.

The power that erased all traces of the supernatural outside had broken through and infiltrated into the fictional world, turning into a thick darkness that swept through, and all the fictional things such as the earth, mountains, rivers, and cities disappeared.

In the end, the all-obliterating supernatural shrouded the only ghost.

And in the middle of the ancient house.

Zhang Dong's corpse was still waving his arms covered with corpse spots, and under the attack again and again, an incomprehensible scene occurred on the object of the attack.

The face of the curled up corpse disappeared as if it had been erased, replaced by an illusory young man's face.

As soon as this face appeared, the people on the roof let out an exclamation.

The second erasure appeared, and the dried corpse's arm was erased, leaving no trace, but after disappearing, it was replaced by an illusory arm with fair skin.

Third, fourth......

With the wave of his hand again and again, there were fewer and fewer traces of the curled up corpse left in this world, and almost all the bodies were erased out of thin air.

And instead.

It was an ethereal figure curled up and sleeping, and from the appearance and physical characteristics, it was vaguely distinguishable as a young man.

on the roof.

Liang Wensong's breath was sluggish, and he was shocked by the scene he had just peeked into: "What happened inside?" ”

Wang Chaling looked confused and couldn't understand the meaning it represented.

Ghosts can't be killed, but why did Liang Xingyang appear in place of the curled up corpse that had been erased?

Yang Jian made a thoughtful expression, and had a slight guess in his heart: "It should be that there is something wrong with the carrier of the curse." ”

"This curled up corpse is just a corpse left by someone who can't balance the supernatural and has been unlucky enough to recover, after all, this level of supernatural is not something that ordinary ghost handlers can control, and it is very difficult to master the balance."

"Zhang Dong's attack is to erase all traces of the supernatural, except for the body constructed by the supernatural, the body of ordinary people cannot be preserved at all."

"That's it, let the curse of losing the carrier change a carrier, and this new carrier seems to be the mirror ghost."

Liang Wensong worried: "Is this situation good or bad? What do we do next? ”

In the Psychic Circle, almost no one can withstand the attack of Zhang Dong, not even the aliens on the path of the Ghost Rider that are difficult to kill.

Under the repeated erasure attacks, the alien living consciousness will also fall directly into a long-term slumber, and when it wakes up, it may turn into a new ghost consciousness.

Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "Before twelve o'clock in the evening, we will not do anything. ”

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