Chiyang's hands were about to close, but he stopped at the last moment.

"Were you just calling me?" Chiyang turned his head to look at Jiang Chen suspiciously.

Before Jiang Chen could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt shocked-

Behind the idol, the tentacle phantom seemed to sense his presence, and hundreds of evil and distorted eyes were staring at Jiang Chen at the same time.

Although Jiang Chen lost his body, he also felt an illusion of coldness all over his body.

His soul seemed to be rapidly drifting away from the present world, plunging into a dark, silent, cold abyss.

In the depths of the abyss, countless huge tentacles loomed in the darkness, wriggling and coiling towards him......

"Xiao Jiang! Xiao Jiang! Chiyang's voice summoned Jiang Chen back to reality, "Your face is so bad, are you okay?" ”

"What can I do?" The one who answered Chiyang was still the horse-faced ghost who occupied Jiang Chen's body, "Hurry up and make amends to the land lord, otherwise there will really be something!" ”

"Oh." Chiyang turned his head to look at the evil idol, and suddenly slapped his head, "What about the two family members?" Don't lose it! ”

As he spoke, he hurried forward.

The horse-faced ghost creature grinned in anger, but he had no choice but to follow behind Chiyang.

The two family members had disappeared into the night, as if they had evaporated.

Chiyang drove a mile or two, searched for the shadows of the flowers and trees everywhere, but there was no trace of the two people, and he slapped his thigh and shouted: "Hey, why did you lose it!" ”

Jiang Chen had already sensed that something was wrong, and he couldn't speak, so he couldn't inform Chiyang.

Chiyang looked around and said in amazement, "Why did you return to this ghost place again?" ”

In front of the two of them, there was another dirt slope, along which more than a dozen stone slabs were paved, and among the flowers on the slope was a shrine dedicated to the "land lord"!

Could it be that I walked a mile or two just now, and I was all spinning around here?

The horse-faced ghost complained in his mouth: "Look, it's all because you talk nonsense, you offended the lord of the land, and now you have been punished!" ”

"This land lord is also careful!"

Chiyang snorted, climbed the stone steps up the dirt slope, and looked at the black idol in the shrine with an unkind face.

A scorching wave of air began to emerge around him, causing the horse-faced ghost to retreat involuntarily.

It seems that Chiyang is going to be angry with the "land lord".

Seeing Chi Yang's hands holding the hilt of the sword, Jiang Chen secretly applauded in his heart.

The eldest husband should be like this, the sky is not afraid of the earth, no matter what kind of cow, ghost, snake and god, cut it and then talk about it!

But the horse-faced old ghost attached to Jiang Chen hurriedly dissuaded: "Chiyang! Did you notice something wrong? ”

Chiyang stared at the statue and said, "I think this land lord is the most wrong!" ”

"No, have you noticed that these eighteen steps are missing one step?"

"Steps?" Chiyang raised his eyebrows, "Have you counted?" ”

"That's right, the first time I came here, I counted the steps, and there were eighteen in all. Now count, there are only seventeen! You say, did we misunderstand the land lord, just now and here are actually two different places? ”

Chiyang looked at the statue for a moment, then looked at the surrounding flowers, and frowned, "Why do I feel exactly the same?" Did you count wrong? ”

The horse-faced ghost pretended to be displeased: "If you don't believe it, count it yourself and see if it's eighteen!" ”

"Then I'll count." Chiyang let go of the hilt of his sword, turned to look at the steps down the slope, and reached out to count, "One, two, three...... XVII, XVIII. That's right, no more, no less, exactly eighteen! ”

The horse-faced ghost said: "You can't count it like this, you have to count it with your feet." ”

He said and took a few steps down the steps: "Like this, one, two, three......"

Jiang Chen's self-consciousness shuddered violently.

He found that with each step down his body, the surrounding environment became darker, and his soul also had a feeling of emptiness as if it was about to be stripped out of his body.

With the number reported in his mouth, the spirit platform became more and more groggy, and his body became more and more cold.

Fortunately, after only three steps, the possessed horse-faced old ghost stopped. Otherwise, Jiang Chen was really worried that the two of them would go all the way to the eighteenth layer of hell.

Jiang Chen suddenly remembered a legend: in the dead of night, don't count the steps in the dark. If you count to the end and find that one layer is missing, something terrible will happen - the one that has disappeared can only be filled by yourself!

This old ghost really wants to use tricks to frame Chiyang!

"Chiyang! Don't count! Jiang Chen shouted in his heart.

As if hearing his heart, Chiyang didn't come down, but nodded and said, "Okay, you go like this, I'll help you count together." Now it's the third order, right? You keep going! ”

The horse-faced old ghost suddenly had a feeling of "lifting a stone and shooting himself in the foot".

Under Chiyang's gaze, the horse-faced old ghost stiffened his head, walked down step by step, and Chiyang's counting voice came from behind him: "Four, five, six......"

A gust of wind blew, and the horse-faced old ghost shivered.

Even if it was already a ghost, it didn't dare to count the eighteen steps, and the consequences would be absolutely unbearable.

When he reached the twelfth order, Jiang Chen already felt that his spiritual platform seemed to be covered with a layer of filth, muddy, empty, and sleepy, and it was difficult to think.

The horse-faced old ghost who controlled his body also became stiff, numb, and his eyes glazed.

On the thirteenth order, his footsteps were halfway through and hung in the air.

"Thirteen ......" Chiyang's counting sound is still stable.

The horse-faced old ghost's scalp exploded, and suddenly jumped up like a frightened rabbit and shouted, "There are ghosts! Ghosts! ”

"Where the ghost is?" Chiyang questioned.

The horse-faced old ghost hurriedly turned around, slipped up the dirt slope with a puff of smoke, and shouted: "This place is a great murderer! Come on! Come on! ”

Jiang Chen only felt funny, it was originally a ghost thing, and he was actually afraid of it.

Although Chiyang didn't understand what was going on, he could only keep up.

The two of them walked less than a hundred and ten steps, only to see ghosts and ghosts in all directions, crying and complaining, mixed with jackals and wolves laughing, and phosphorus fire everywhere they looked.

"We're surrounded!"

Under the shadow of the flowers and trees, I don't know how many ghosts hide inside, grinding their teeth and sucking their claws, intending to pounce on the flesh and blood of the living.

As soon as there was a "choking" sound, Chiyang pulled out his double swords and shouted: "I see which one dares to come to find death!" ”

For a while, all the ghosts were intimidated by his evil spirit, and they all prostrate and did not dare to step forward.

Chiyang led Jiang Chen to take the road away, only to turn two corners, and bumped into a monster with a blue face and fangs, and hit him with a stick.

Chiyang held the sword in his left hand to block, and with a sweep of his right hand, the blood-red sword shadow brushed the monster's bloated waist, and with a cracking sound, the monster was cut in two.

The monster fell to the ground in two parts, but before it died, it still wriggled on the ground, as if trying to piece it together.

Chiyang was afraid that it would get up and entangle again, and the two swords slashed dozens of times in a row, and the stormy attack slashed at the monster, forming a series of rapid shattering sounds, not like flesh and blood.

After a round of fierce attacks, Chiyang took a closer look, and it turned out to be a clay puppet, which had been chopped to pieces, scattered on the ground piece by piece, and there was no movement anymore.