Cold, obscure, ominous.

The faint silver light in the dim and gloomy old mansion

In the ancient mansion, with the surge of silver light, the emaciated and terrifying corpse on the black Taishi's chair moved again, and its head looked towards the awakened person.

"Who's calling me?"

Liang Xingyang opened his eyes, but there was a hollow in his pupils, and an unconscious murmur came out of his mouth. As the silver light surged, the body became more and more condensed, and the empty eyes gradually regained the vigor of a living person.

......

A sharp grinding sound suddenly sounded, and the movement of Zhang Dong's corpse standing up pushed the black Taishi chair back slightly, and he walked towards the patio.

"This is an ancient mansion, I'm not dead... survived. ”

Liang Xingyang shook his head, just woke up from his slumber, instinctively stretched his curled up body, and moved his hands and feet.

Suddenly.

A chill ran down his spine, as if he were being targeted by a terrible ghost.

He jerked his head back, and saw the figure of the horrible old man walking out of the hall, raising his corpse-strewn arm towards him.

The ancient mansion does not allow any supernatural appearances.

As soon as the arm was raised, the faint silver light that illuminated the ancient mansion quickly disappeared, like something that should not exist, and was forcibly erased.

Liang Xingyang squinted his eyes slightly, and the corpse of Zhang Dong was reflected in his clear pupils, as if he should know how to use the spirit in his body.

The condensed body quickly dimmed and became illusory, like a real mirror, turning itself into another hole.

He quickly raised his arm, which was also covered with corpse spots, and waved his thin palm lightly towards Zhang Dong's corpse, as if saying goodbye to the old man, and as if triggering the law of killing.

Two attacks of the same nature began.

The next moment.

The same way of attack, erasing everything without a solution, the supernatural confrontation occurs, and they consume each other, and they are even comparable for a while.

And the same supernatural will consume each other, and there will be no advantage in the confrontation with the revival ghost, but there will be no disadvantage.

The first wave of his hand was counteracted by him.

"The mirror ghost bears the curse and gives birth to new supernatural changes."

Liang Xingyang's face was shocked, and then as if instinctively, he had a realization in his heart: "The curse of all the supernatural makes up for the defects of the replacement mechanism of the mirror ghost, and I don't have to meet the conditions of detention in the future, and I can directly change and replace it and copy the supernatural." ”

Relying on himself to completely fabricate all the supernatural powers of Zhang Dong, it shows that he himself is close to Zhang Dong in terms of horror.

Soon, a second wave attack followed.

The terrible attack was counteracted in the same way, and Liang Xingyang suddenly knew in his heart: "The ghost acts according to the law of killing, and I don't have to." Strictly speaking, I surpassed Zhang Dong on the road of ghost riders. ”

Ghosts can use all of their own supernatural powers, while ghost riders are limited by the threat of the resurrection of ghosts, and often cannot use all of their supernatural powers. Zhang Dong after death is even more terrifying than when he was alive.

Thinking about it from another angle, he has now surpassed Zhang Dong and surpassed the ghost rider at the peak of the Republic of China.

Before the third wave attack arrived.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, looking at the supernatural bus and rudder, stone-gray statue standing aside.

There was a cold aura around him, and the outlines of the three things quickly dimmed and illusory, disappearing one after another, unable to resist being brought into the ghost mirror world.

And now the ghost mirror world in the body has also undergone a metamorphosis, illusory and hazy, looming, but it is no longer the size of the ghost in the scope of reflecting reality, but into the whole world at the level of consciousness.

"The mirror ghost has carried the curse and has undergone an unprecedented transformation, but I can feel that the path of the mirror ghost should have reached its limit."

Liang Xingyang knew in his heart that there was a limit, unless he controlled the same level of horror to erase all supernatural curses, he would break his own balance and revive all the supernatural curses of fiction.

When the third wave came, he waved to neutralize it.

He got up from the ground and stood up to take a look at Zhang Dong's body.

At this moment, he seemed to experience the despair of Zhang Dong before his death, and heard a deep sigh from the past.

The path of death has reached its limit, unable to end the supernatural era, leaving a deep regret with deep exhaustion, and dying in unwillingness.

Before the fourth wave came.

"Perhaps, I will return here one day, inherit the curse on you, and fulfill that unfulfilled wish for you."

Liang Xingyang looked up at the mouth of the patio, saw the figures of Yang Jian and Liang Wensong, thought seriously for a moment, and said to Zhang Dong's corpse.

But at this moment, no one responded to him.

The old man's face was wrinkled, covered with corpse spots, his eyes were gloomy, and he was still numbly waving his palms to bid farewell to the person in front of him.

The fourth wave of the attack came.

But the old man lost Liang Xingyang's figure in front of him, and the patio was empty nearby, and as the silver light left the ancient mansion with the help of the patio, the ancient mansion was once again shrouded in darkness and dead silence.

The old man numbly lowered his arms, walked back to the lobby with heavy steps, and sat down in front of the black Taishi chair.

The place is the same as always, the only difference is that it is a few things less than the original, and it is more deserted.

And at the moment on the roof.

Liang Xingyang's previous appearance of turning into an illusory Zhang Dong was gone, and his body recovered and became his own appearance, and he came to Yang Jian and Liang Wensong.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the two with a smile.

"Congratulations on mastering the curse." Liang Wensong walked over and said with a thick smile on his face.

"It's good that you're alive."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, just standing to the side, and the spirits in his whole body were frantically warning him, as if triggering the terrifying law of killing.

The person in front of him gave him a feeling of opening a hole, and at the same time gave him an incredible supernatural oppression.

Liang Xingyang sighed: "It's not easy to live again, I know you were calling me just now, you saved me again, I owe you a life." ”

The plan to seize the future was correct, and judging from the results, it not only carried the curse, but also successfully helped him navigate the terrible curse.

But because of the special conditions of the ancient house, he did not wake up naturally, but fell into a deep sleep.

Without Yang Jian's help, maybe one day in the future, someone would break into the ancient mansion and subconsciously believe that the existence of the mirror ghost was a ghost, then he would probably be completely lost in his memory and resurrected from his slumber by the ghost.

If you want to become an idealistic being, you must awaken with the conditions of idealism.

"But this time the benefits of desperately obtaining are also very great, after the mirror ghost bears the curse, I'm afraid that no one in the supernatural circle is qualified to fight against me. is only one step away from ending the supernatural era. Liang Xingyang lowered his head and thought.

He thought of the third door of the old mansion in the Republic of China period in the Guanjiang community, opened the door made of gold, and combined with the fourth path of the ghost rider to create a new god, the supernatural era would come to an end.

But he was hesitating, unwilling to let Yang Jian take that step.

Because Yang Jian finally fused with the ghost boy, it was not Yang Jian who remained, but the ghost boy, or Yang Jian.

Yang Jian shook his head calmly: "If it were for me to sleep in the ancient mansion, I believe you would do the same." ”

With their experience of supporting each other along the way and the friendship that has passed the test of life and death, it is impossible to care about a certain favor and a certain benefit, because this is mutual trust.

Liang Xingyang was silent for a while, and a smile appeared on his face.

At the same time, he made a choice in his heart.

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