It was about noon, and the sky was unusually dark.

At this time, in the old town of Zhongjiang City, in the darkness of the old Chinese medicine shop, a blind old man on crutches and staggered walked out.

"It's ......"

The blind old man's lips trembled, he clutched his crutches, and his eyes stared at the sky as if he had seen something that others could not see, and he was shocked.

And behind him, Xiao Ru walked out to support the old man, glanced at the sky, and whispered in doubt: "Master, what's on it?" ”

The sky was cloudy, and the wind with moist moisture was blowing from afar, bringing with it a different smell, but there was nothing strange about it, it might be a heavy rain in a few minutes.

The blind old man kept muttering: "I waited until I arrived, it turned out to be the ghost post office that ended the supernatural era, I want to take a look for myself, I must take a look......"

Xiao Ru frowned and said, "Master, what are you talking about?" ”

However, the old man did not listen to her words at all.

The next moment.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and the scene changed dramatically.

The blind old man's empty eyes shone with a stream of light, and he walked slowly forward on crutches, walking slowly step by step, but he could ignore the distance limit.

Under the influence of the ghosts, they appeared thousands of miles away, and came to a place of reality corresponding to the supernatural land, in order to verify some truth.

The old man struck his cane, allowing the ghostly supernatural power to invade the supernatural land.

As a cold wind swept through, the light was dim and blurred, and it began to break through the boundaries between reality and the supernatural.

They are out of the real world and about to go deep into this supernatural place.

However, in the next second, a faint red light appeared in front of him.

The invasion of the old man's ghost snake seemed to be the only one that could only go here, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through the superimposed red light, so he could only land on a strange scarlet path.

Here, it is a quiet and barren world full of ominous atmosphere.

"Incredible, it hasn't been before, when did it appear?"

Xiao Ru's eyes widened, and she looked at the red area.

Everything here is scarlet, even the gravel and weeds, and anyone who enters here will be infected with red light, losing all its original color.

"We are not far from the truth."

When the blind old man had finished speaking, he coughed violently twice and walked forward regardless of it.

Xiao Ru glanced at the old man worriedly and hurriedly followed.

Not far away, they saw a majestic 'wall'.

Unreal, oil-painted old buildings stand side by side, like a fence in the middle of a wide red road, cutting off the road ahead.

"The hell is closed."

Finally, the blind old man came to the door of a building, looked up and looked closely at the colorful neon plaques that surrounded him, and whispered the name on the sign.

But Zhang Bohua himself knew that this was the ghost post office in the oil painting.

Xiao Ru said with a solemn face: "Master, there is no way to go on." ”

Obviously, there are ghost riders who have covered this supernatural place with scarlet ghosts, and at the same time built a wall to cut off the road, and those who enter here must take the 'ghost gate' passage if they want to move forward.

Zhang Bohua was a little happy, and the old voice implied excitement: "Just let me weigh this old bone, whether the supernatural era I have been waiting for is over." ”

With that, he walked towards the Ghost Gate.

Xiao Ru's face changed, she hesitated and struggled, gritted her teeth and stepped to keep up.

And yet the next moment.

"You can't go!"

A woman with a bewitching figure and a red cheongsam suddenly appeared in front of her and stretched out her hand to stop Xiaoru.

The woman looked back and smiled slightly: "I didn't expect to meet you on the road?" ”

Xiao Ru was surprised: "Sister Hong, why are you here?" ”

She never imagined that she would meet Sister Hong, who had disappeared for a long time, here.

"It's not just me, a lot of old immortals are here."

After Sister Hong finished speaking with a smile, she pointed to several strange figures in the distance.

The red road is built at the intersection of reality and the supernatural, covering all the supernatural places that invade reality, even if the two supernatural worlds in the real world and different cities are far away, but when the two sides break into the red road, the distance between each other is also shortened, as long as you walk more and eat sooner, you will meet here sooner.

Xiao Ru grabbed Sister Hong's arm and hurriedly asked, "The master is going in, will he be in danger?" ”

Zhang Bohua is already very old, and using supernatural powers will only accelerate the death of life, and she doesn't want to watch herself risk with those closest to her.

Sister Hong shook her head slightly and said, "After entering the Ghost Gate, there is no turning back if you take another step forward." I've already figured it out, the other end of the ghost gate is the supernatural place, and the corresponding supernatural place hides another point where the ghost snake corresponds to reality, and it's easy to get lost after entering, and it's a well-deserved, quite terrifying deep and terrible hell. ”

"Your master probably doesn't want to hold on any longer, and wants to use this place as his own burial place."

Meanwhile.

"Crunch ......"

The old man raised his hand and pushed open the unreal wooden door that looked like paint, ignoring the mortal curse shrouded in the wooden door, and slowly walked into the ghost gate with a cane.

Suddenly, the old man paused, and he saw the young face of the gatekeeper, and his wrinkled face showed a smile of relief.

"Bang."

After a while, the old wooden door that had been pushed open closed again under the influence of the supernatural, as if nothing had happened and no one had ever walked in.

Xiao Ru squatted down, tears flowed from her eyes, and said sadly: "Why do you have to go." ”

And Sister Hong, who was beside her, seemed to notice something.

She turned her head to look, and on the scarlet barren red road, she found a few younger figures. Judging only from the supernatural strength, she could probably tell that these people were ghost handlers who belonged to the modern supernatural circle.

The other side.

Blown by the ghostly wind that filled the thick smell of corpses, accompanied by a strange bell echoing, two vague figures on the edge of the red road.

These are two ghost riders in criminal police uniforms.

Cao Yang looked at the scarlet under his feet with puzzled eyes, and said to himself: "It's very similar to Yang Jian's ghost, I'm going to ask when I go back." ”

He Tianxiong, who was carrying a wooden box on his shoulder, reminded: "We investigated the situation in order to establish a file, not to deal with the supernatural events here. ”

However, Cao Yang also said helplessly: "You don't understand the horror of the wooden box at all, as long as you carry the wooden box, the ghost can't get close." If it weren't for the fact that you were on the verge of resurrection, I wouldn't be willing to lend the wooden box. ”

He Tianxiong spit and said: "Come on, the flat pole and the wooden box belong to Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian, and we only have the right to use it." ”

The two of them kept their vigilance and continued deeper into the Crimson Lands while arguing, but they unconsciously stopped before the ghost gate closed.

"This feeling of extreme danger? Is the ghost gate a ghost painting replica building? But it's not like it, every wooden door is full of danger, and we had better not approach it. ”

Cao Yang quickly took a few steps back in disbelief, as if he had encountered something strange and ominous, and he didn't dare to approach the ghost gate at all.

"This involves the ghost eyes and the ghost painted by the ghost, it must have something to do with those two in Dachang City, I agree to retreat." He Tianxiong was also terrified, even the wooden box he carried on his shoulders could not give him a sense of security.

The wind howled and the bells echoed.

The two who came in a hurry, waiting for a deep fear of incomprehension, hurriedly fled from the scarlet land with ghosts.

"That's it? The captain of the headquarters is also too timid. ”

Sister Hong glanced at her eyes, smiled, and then patted Xiao Ru, who was still grieving, and said, "Your master is not good at ghosts, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out." Don't stay here too long, it's time for us to leave. ”

Xiaoru wiped the tears from her face and nodded silently.

And at this time.

The suburbs of Dachang City.

In a bowl-shaped valley, there is a pool of scarlet blood.

In the pool of blood, lies the corpse of an obese man with a split spear pierced through his head.

Next to him, Liang Xingyang stood here quietly, a large amount of blood gushing out of his body, the whole person became pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood flowing out formed a winding scarlet stream at his feet, gradually converging towards the pool of blood.

After doing all this, a faint silver light appeared on his body, and after a bleak and illusory moment, he turned into an old man with a wrinkled face and corpse spots.

He fabricated the supernatural power of Zhang Dong, grabbed it out of thin air, and an obese corpse appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This is the ghost of the supernatural bus, a very terrifying existence, but at this time, under his hand, he was suppressed and couldn't move.

Yang Jian walked over at this time, the cold aura was permeated, and the shadow behind him stood up strangely, and his body fell to the ground like a cold corpse.

A tall shadow stood up, and this shadow had a strange face on its face, which was a face painted with blood, as if it had been rubbed on, exactly like Yang Jian.

He couldn't open his mouth, he couldn't speak.

But he walked directly to the fat male corpse, stretched out his arms and hugged it.

The shadow, like pitch-black ink, flowed directly into the fat man's corpse and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Liang Xingyang witnessed this scene, but did not let go of his palm, in order to prevent the ghost from becoming a puzzle piece of the ghost of the supernatural bus.

He was waiting, and at the same time he felt that the sixty percent ghost lake spirits he had mastered were being stolen by the forty percent ghost lake, and he was indifferent.

With his acquiescence, sixty percent of the ghost lake spirits were deprived of their supernatural powers.

Then, he let go of the fat man's hand, but the spirit that erased everything was still at work around him, but it was not as terrible as touching it with his own hands.

The next second.

The fat male corpse continued to ooze out the cold lake water, but he opened his eyes without warning, revealing a pair of dark pupils.

The ghost originally had the property of splicing limbs, and under the suppression of the influence of erasing all supernatural and the intact ghost lake, he helped him temporarily take over the powerful ghost of the bus.

"The plan is going well, there should be no problem."

The fat male corpse was speaking, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and although his voice was hoarse and weird, there was no doubt that it was Yang Jian's voice.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly: "In a year, I will come back here to wake you up." ”

"Okay."

Yang Jian's face was calm, controlling the fat male corpse that was seeping water, and walked towards the scarlet blood pool step by step.

Soon.

He stepped into a pool of blood with one foot, and was gradually swallowed up in blood.

In this way, after engulfing the poplars, the pool of blood began to expand rapidly, and the water level was rising rapidly, and soon the bowl-shaped valley was flooded and rushed towards the nearby woods.

An hour later, the pool of blood turned into a lake of blood.

The lake is calm and there is nothing unusual about it.

Liang Xingyang waited for a while, and after making sure that there was no problem with the Blood Lake, he dismantled the fictitious identity of Zhang Dong and fabricated the supernatural power of Qin Lao.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, he took one last look at the Blood Lake, turned around and walked a few steps, and the figure quickly disappeared.

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