Chapter 181

Zhuang Siniang's mouth flowed with thick blood, and the body of the ghost turned into a pool of blood, gushing down the air, and drenched on the top of the paper figure Zhang one by one.

The man's skin was pierced by ghostly blood.

From Zhao Fusheng's point of view, the translucent human head was like a lantern, and under the light inside, the blood turned into a bundle of heavenly spirit cover that flowed into his body.

This scene is like an hourglass flowing backwards under the lights.

Once Zhuang Siniang gets into his body, the paper man is possessed by a ghost coffin lid, and I'm afraid it will be troublesome.

At the critical moment, a strong rancid smell suddenly came from the paper man's head.

As the stench dissipated, the fire in his body instantly lit up.

The mangled head swelled again, about the size of a basket.

Ghost Lights!

The lights to dispel the ghosts turned on, and the ghost blood injected into the paper man's body was forced out.

Blood seeped out little by little from the human skin's face.

Inside the broken human skin paper, a cold and strange ghost head looms:

"Ghost nail me back!"

The paper man screamed, and countless pale blue flames erupted from his facial features, turning into slender tentacles.

Everywhere the firelight went, the black ghost blood seemed to have suffered from natural restraint, and subconsciously shrank and dodged.

Now that the things are in hand, it is still impossible to return him.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, endured the pain of being bound by the ghost, and looked at him with a grin:

"Where's Man Zhou?"

"Ghost nail me back!"

In the tattered human skin paper, the paper man Zhang Yin's eyes stared at her viciously.

But as he spoke, he clasped his hands on his chest, and the pitch-black robe on his body wrapped around him.

The strange black blood oozing out of the human skin and head slid down the pink face.

His head burned with a crackling sound, and his whole body was like a giant ghost lantern.

The two ghosts transformed by the Zhao couple were still pulling his arm, and Zhuang Siniang had not given up getting into his body.

The paper man Zhang ignored the three ghosts fighting at the same time, staring at the strange iron nail in Zhao Fusheng's hand.

In the gloomy wind, his cuffs moved-

The sleeves, which had been tightly seamed, opened in an instant like a pair of open doors.

There was a 'hehe' smirk from inside, and a palm as white as jade poked out.

The arm was as soft as a noodle, and it was wrapped around Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng raised the ghost nail, waved it vigorously, and the ghost nail swept into a black afterimage, slashing across the palm of the paper man.

"Ah!!h

"Woo!!"

The ghost nail had not pierced his palm, but only touched the edge, and the palm that was as white as jade withered in an instant, like a rotten plant rhizome, and the knuckles became black and curled up, and quickly broke off.

And at the crack of the severed palm, there was a sudden 'boom' and a roar of flames.

A putrid smell came, and a strange light blue flame erupted from the crack in the severed palm, enveloping the ghost mother and Zhao Fusheng, who was carried on the back by the ghost mother.

There was a strong corrosive force in the flames.

But at the moment when Zhao Fusheng's body was cauterized, the red light flashed on the ghost door panel.

The calamity-level demonic aura instantly extinguished the flames.

The figure of the ghost mother gradually faded away from the front of the paper man, and it flashed directly from the front of the ghost door panel to the back of the ghost door panel.

The red light in the door panel was sheng, and he stretched out his ghost hand and grabbed the paper figure again.

All the flames were cut out by the red aura, and the arms inside the ghost door panel began to tear at the hair, skin, and clothing of the human paper mercilessly.

Everywhere the ghost palm went, a large number of paper figures' hair was pulled off, flying in mid-air, and then quickly caught in the strange blue flames, and after being burned, it emitted a burst of mushy smell.

His face was torn apart, and flames poured out of the crack, burning the wound red and shiny.

A thick stench poured out of these cracks.

As the stench gushed out, Ermen Shen seemed to be stimulated by the smell, and invariably took a step back.

Taking advantage of the retreat of the two ghosts, the paper man raised his hand, and the 'head' with wide sleeves blocking his leakage everywhere was gently wiped - the ghost flame was extinguished, but it left countless marks after being wounded.

The moment the two met and fought for a short time, no one took advantage.

Although Zhao Fusheng said that she seemed to have the upper hand by winning the strange iron nail, she was carried by the ghost mother and used the power of the ghost to avoid the ghost flame of the paper man, but at the same time, she was also in crisis.

The ghost mother carried her back.

The ghost's back was cold and hard, with the breath of death, and the power of the ghost door panel firmly bound her, wanting to pull her into the abyss of death.

The list of gods in Zhihai is also reminding her: The door god has carried you up, do you consume 300 merit points to escape?

She now only has 444 merit points left, and once the merit points are exhausted, the consequences are unimaginable.

But the paper man Zhang didn't know it, and he didn't bargain.

He was careless, lost the coffin nail, and was besieged by the two ghosts of the door god and the fourth lady of Zhuang.

Although it is supported by ghost lights, it can temporarily force back powerful ghosts.

But besieging him were two disaster-level ghosts, and he might not be able to withstand it for long.

He was injured by the Ghost Mother's crazy counterattack before, and the faster the Ghost Lantern aura leaked, the faster his strength was consumed - this was evident to Zhao Fusheng from his quick use of the black robe to extinguish the fire.

Although people can borrow the power of ghosts after controlling ghosts, people are human beings after all, and after using the power of ghosts, they will be counterattacked by the power of ghosts, which is always different from the ability of ghosts to kill people.

The paper man fights with the door god, and he is naturally at a disadvantage.

He suffered such a sullen loss, and his heart was beating like thunder, and he deeply hated that he had left such a living mouth that day, so that he became his confidant today.

The paper man Zhang hated that he couldn't tear Zhao Fusheng apart, but he saw that she was calm as usual, lying on the back of the ghost, borrowing the power of the ghost like an arm, he was jealous, and he didn't dare to take the lead for a while.

As soon as he stopped attacking, he gave Zhao Fusheng a chance to breathe.

There was a heart-piercing pain from the palm holding the ghost nail.

Humans who borrow something terrible will be counterattacked, but this backlash will be erased after deducting 20 merit points.

"The coffin lid for the suppression of the ghosts?"

Zhao Fusheng was forced to calm down, ignoring the prompt of the god list, but looked at the paper figure and smiled:

"You got this coffin lid from a headless ghost, right? Has a certain suppressive and isolating effect on the ghosts? ”

Her expression was calm, and she couldn't tell that her time was near.

Half of the paper man's body was stuck in the well, and the edge of the black robe sealed the well.

As the fire in his head burned rapidly, the initial stench gradually dissipated, which was evident from the second door god stepping forward again and trying to grab him.

At the same time, female ghosts are also regrouping.

The blood forced back by the ghost flame was scattered, and the blood beads drew each other, forming an incomparably large blood web in an instant, covering the paper man's head again.

Countless black blood burrowed into the cracks in the white-washed head of the paper man, and in the light of the fire, into his skull.

At this moment, the creepy scene happened again.

In the face that was like a lantern skin, under the light of the fire, Zhao Fusheng saw that a dark head shadow appeared out of thin air again on the neck of the paper man.

This skull exudes a strong ghostly aura, giving people extremely oppression.

Ghost head!

This thought came to Zhao Fusheng's mind, and the Ermen God, who was originally about to step forward, also sensed the suppressive power of this head, and subconsciously took a step back, and then stood still.

As soon as Sen Leng's ghost head appeared, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit down the blood that had been drilled into the human skin paper.

As soon as the bloodshot was bitten, it seemed to shrink heavily.

The ghost head bit off the blood, chewed it heavily, and swallowed it in his mouth.

The rest of the blood was severely damaged, torn apart by the power of the ghost head, turned into residual blood, and gushed out of the ghost head again, and then dripped down the paper man's broken head, neck, and robe.

At this time, the paper figure looks like a terrible ghost, which is very terrifying.

The expression on his face was stiff, and his facial features were pulled and deformed by the expansion of his skull, making him look unusually stiff.

His hair was scratched by the door god, his face was torn apart by countless black holes, his deformed eyes were wide open, and his lips wore a strange smile.

And within these cracked heads, the fire was shining, a heavy black ghost head shadow was like ink that could not be dissolved, and the other line of sight was staring at Zhao Fusheng gloomily through the deformed eyes.

The cuffs of the paper man Zhang were windless, and the sneer of 'hey, hey, haha' kept coming from the cuffs, and he seemed to be about to move.

Zhao Fusheng's heartstrings tensed instantly, but she didn't show her clues, and looked at the paper figure with a smile:

"Want to do it with me?"

She endured the severe pain of torn bones in her body caused by the ghost hugging and folding, lying on the back of the ghost mother, and looked at the paper man:

"My father and mother are disaster-level ghosts, and they have been completely controlled by me, and they are carrying me at this time, and you can't beat me."

After she finished speaking, she laughed again, and raised her eyebrows:

"Zhuang Siniang is also a disaster, and it is obsessed with finding her daughter."

'Click! ’

The sound of broken bones sounded little by little, and Zhao Fusheng soaked his back with cold sweat, but his face was as usual, and he said with a smile:

"Your means are indeed extraordinary, and there are some things, ghost nails, ghost door panels-"

Suppressing the ghost coffin of the headless ghost, he got a small half of the accessories in his hands.

When Zhao Fusheng said this, his eyes fell on the head of the paper man:

"Ghost lamp - how long will the ghost lamp oil on your body burn? You have been dormant in Kuailiang Village for seven or eight days, and you have to confront the ghost village and Zhuang Siniangzi, no matter how many ghost lights you have, how long can you support it? ”

"Two disaster-level demons on both sides are besieging you, and when the fire is extinguished, you have to die here, what can you do with me?"

After speaking, Zhao Fusheng endured the severe pain and raised his hand.

A pitch-black iron nail was held in her palm, and she deliberately held it up to the paper man:

"This fierce thing is not yours."

As soon as her voice fell, she saw that the ghost blood of Zhuang Siniang, who had been bitten and broken by the ghost head hidden by the paper man, quickly dispersed and disappeared in the darkness.

At the same time, at the mouth of the well in the ancestral hall, there was a sudden sound of 'gurgling' water.

At the edge of the wellhead, a large stream of red blood suddenly gushed out.

Under the light of the ghost lamp on the paper man's body, strange red flowers bloomed in a pool of blood.

The ghost villagers led by Uncle Kuai Liu, who were still standing outside with a copper lamp earlier, suddenly appeared from the ghost flowers and began to pull the body of the paper man Zhang, trying to pull him into the sea of flowers.

The entire ancestral hall seemed to be shaken, and then Zhao Fusheng's eyes were full of flowers.

In a trance, as if the ground was changed, the dilapidated courtyard of the Kuai Wu family replaced the inner courtyard of the ancestral hall, the two environments overlapped, and countless indifferent villagers of Kuailiang Village grabbed the paper figures, as if time had been reset to the night of lynching in the village once again - they wanted to tie him up and stuff him into the pig cage!

At the same time, the two gods were shocked by the mysterious power, and stepped forward again, the ghost father and the ghost mother stretched out their arms at the same time, grabbed the left and right arms of the paper man again, and tore him hard, trying to split him in two and seal him in the ghost door panel.

This happened extremely quickly.

But the paper figure was also quick to respond.

As his body was surrounded by ghost villagers, seeing the scene change, his head suddenly burst into flames, and blue flames drilled out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and those flames seemed to carry the power of natural restraint against ghosts.

Uncle Kuai Sixth and the others, who were originally pulling him, were scorched by this flame and quickly withdrew their hands.

The pale blue ghost flame flowed down his chin, chest, and shoulders like flowing water, spreading all over his body in an instant.

The illusion is shattered!

The group of ghost flowers was burned, annihilated into invisibility, the small courtyard of the farmhouse disappeared, and the group of ghosts pulling the paper figures turned into black smoke in an instant, and scattered in the blue flames along with the courtyard dam of the five families.

The fire burned bigger and bigger, the paper man turned his head, and the ghost inside looked at Zhao Fusheng deeply, and then he stretched out his arms, and a pair of snow-white hands as white as jade reached out from his cuffs again, and slapped at the Zhao couple who were grabbing him again.

The Zhao couple were slapped by him and immediately let go.

Where he slapped, the arms of the two ghosts instantly left pale black scorch marks, emitting a foul smell.

The two ghosts froze in place again.

Zhao Fusheng looked calm, but his heartbeat soared instantly, and he thought about how to get out of the paper man Zhang if she wanted to fight with herself-

At this moment, the paper man Zhang let out a sneer:

"Hehehe-"

In the midst of laughter, the fire in his head grew bigger and bigger, and the flames burned through the strange head made of human skin.

In the countless firelit holes, the face hidden under his skin loomed.

It was a blue and white face, with faintly visible narrow cheeks, and a long black shadow running diagonally across his forehead through the center of his eyebrows and across the bridge of his nose.

Just looking at it makes people feel suffocated.

Zhao Fusheng was shocked, he didn't dare to look directly, and instinctively turned his head.

At the same time as she closed her eyes, the voice of the paper man Zhang Cang sounded:

"Mountains and rivers meet, I had a thought, but I didn't expect to raise a tiger."

As he spoke, his wide robe was suddenly filled with wind, and his body was instantly lightly pulled out of the well, just like when he was in the Zhang Mansion in Wan'an County, the whole person turned into a huge sky lantern, slowly floating into the air.

"I want to see, if I leave this ghost domain, how can you suppress this female ghost, how can you get out of here alive!"

This man turned out to be very decisive.

After he realized that the situation was out of control, in order not to be caught between the ghosts of the two parties, he didn't even want the ghost nails that fell into Zhao Fusheng's hands, and he was able to get out of the way immediately, without stopping at all.

As soon as the paper man Zhang flew into the air, the wellhead was instantly empty.

Zhao Fusheng's big stone that mentioned his throat fell instantly.

Her heartstrings relaxed, and she looked at the paper figure that had already flown into the air with a smile:

"Alas, don't go!"

The more she shouted like this, the faster the paper figure flew.

He stared at her condescendingly, a head already scattered, the wide black robe swaying in the night wind, and a pair of feet in black shoes dangling in the air.

Zhao Fusheng raised his head and shouted at him:

"Let's talk about it again, it's better to turn enemies into friends, one person takes a step back, I had to burn you in the first place, you have to understand, you have to be generous-"

"How about joining my Demon Suppressor? Let's join forces and clean up the aftermath—"

“……”

The paper man Zhang sneered, flew higher and higher, and his figure disappeared into the air in an instant, turning into a starlight, and had already left the ghost domain.

As soon as he left, Zhao Fusheng's face instantly sank.

Knowing the sea, the god list reminds again: You have been carried by the door god, have you consumed 400 merit points to break free?

Be!

Zhao Fusheng immediately made a choice.

The merit value was deducted, and the connection between the ghost door board and Zhao Fusheng was cut off again, and she slipped to the ground, summoned the god list, and invited the two gods back to the god position.

The two ghosts reluctantly left and returned to the top of the list.

Zhao Fusheng's bones were broken all over his body, and severe pain came from everywhere around his body, but this was not the time for her to examine the wounds.

Resisting the pain, she climbed back to the well, looking down into the well.

The ghost flower on the ground was forced back by the ghost lamp burning when the paper man Zhang left, and the residual ghost lamp breath could temporarily deter the ghost.

But the four ladies of Zhuangzhuang and the villagers of Kuailiang Village are not ordinary ghosts.

This residual aura can't suppress these ghosts for too long.

There are not many opportunities left for her.

Zhao Fusheng looked down at the well, the water in the well was rippling, and he couldn't see the strange appearance.

Could it be that you guessed wrong? Kuai Manzhou was not actually hidden in the well?

With the passage of time, almost half of her hole cards were lifted, and Zhao Fusheng gradually became a little unbreathable.

Just as the disappointment in her heart was spontaneously born, strange things happened again.