The fog ahead was so thick that even ghost eyes couldn't see too far away.

The mountains and forests were quiet, and the ghost named by Yu Zhile was still standing next to the car, and the raised hand had no direction, still shaking and pointing ahead.

The weird scene made He Yin'er feel a little drummed.

"Why don't you hold on? I'm here to summon this thing? He Yin'er hesitated for a while and asked.

"Brace? How to hold on? Hold on for your life? Yu Zhile looked at He Yin'er suspiciously, "I suspect you are trying to kill me." ”

He Yin'er's face immediately turned black, "You are also controlling the existence of two ghosts, can you not be cowardly?" ”

The corners of Yu Zhile's mouth twitched, and he didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and pointed to the mountains and forests above the road.

He Yin'er looked suspiciously in the direction that Yu Zhile pointed, the fog was vast, and there was nothing.

"Open your closed eyes." Yu Zhile took a deep breath and said.

He Yin'er's pupils shrank slightly, and she opened the closed eye without hesitation.

The next moment, her face changed, and the things that appeared in her eyes made her feel cold in her heart.

I saw that in the mist of the mountains and forests, the three funeral processions stood upright.

The fog drifted, but it did not blow the corners of the filial clothes.

He Yin'er swallowed, "I think you're right, you can't hold it." ”

He Yin'er retracted her gaze, and her expression became extremely solemn.

Yu Zhile grinned at the corner of his mouth and didn't speak, looked at the fog in front of him, was silent for a while, and walked straight forward.

He Yin'er followed quickly, the two of them were not fast, and they walked extremely carefully.

The two didn't look back, but as they walked forward, the pressure in their hearts suddenly eased a lot.

Yu Zhile exhaled a breath and lifted his loose heart again.

The road ahead is not easy.

The road is very flat, and there are many fallen leaves, but fortunately, the wind blows, and as long as it does not fall, sooner or later it will blow down the cliffs.

The two of them didn't know how long they had walked, and the fog around them was so heavy that they could feel the weight when they landed on their clothes.

The mist became very gloomy, and a large amount of cold air entered the internal organs with a single breath.

"I don't feel right." Suddenly, He Yin'er stopped, she stared at the front, and she had an ominous premonition in her heart.

Yu Zhile lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his feet, a very strange mist, in the mist, he couldn't see his feet when he looked down.

He Yin'er was by her side, and she grabbed his hand.

Now he couldn't see He Yin'er anymore, the fog was too heavy, so heavy that it could be called weird.

Yu Zhile looked up, the scarlet ghost eyes turned slightly, and the red lines thinner than a hair flowed in his eyes.

But even then he couldn't see what was about to appear in front of him.

He also felt it, not by ghosts, but by instinct, an instinct to anticipate danger.

"The Conjuring!"

Suddenly, Yu Zhile's face changed, and he shouted at He Yin'er fiercely.

He Yin'er's pupils shrank sharply, her body moved, and a black comb quickly slipped from the cuff and fell into her hand.

The cold and strange eruption directly repelled the surrounding fog.

"Two minutes!" He Yin'er said in a low voice, and quickly began to summon spirits.

Yu Zhile let go of He Yin'er's hand, and stared straight ahead with scarlet ghost eyes, "Remember to come to me, I won't be able to last long with this ghost." ”

As he spoke, on the skin of his body, blood-colored threads tore through the skin and emerged from the flesh.

In front of them, two people holding black signs with large white flowers on them suddenly appeared from the fog.

The two were dressed in black and wore high hats, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

Yu Zhile looked at the two who just appeared, and his heart sank.

Just two people holding up signs made his eyes tend to retract.

Even the ghost silk thread on the body has the posture of returning to the flesh and blood.

"Damn, it's not the right time for us to come in." Yu Zhile can be sure that they have not come at a good time.

Forcibly suppressing the instinct of the ghost eye to retract back as a deserter, Yu Zhile did not hesitate to use the ability of the ghost eye to directly suppress the two people holding the sign.

Scarlet threads twisted and creeped strangely through the mist.

The white mist has a tendency to turn red.

In Yu Zhile's perspective, red quickly spread towards the fog ahead.

The silk threads torn from their bodies appeared directly on the two men holding the sign along the red.

As the silk thread touched the two ghosts, like a leech encountering blood, it directly tore the skin of the ghost, and frantically drilled under the skin of the ghost.

The ghost eyes emitted red light, and there were a large number of red silk threads in the red light, suppressing the two ghosts along Yu Zhile's line of sight.

Walking in the mist, the two ghosts coming towards them suddenly stopped.

They were suppressed, and as more and more red silk threads appeared, Yu Zhile gradually felt that he could control the two ghosts with the silk threads.

But the time will be short.

"How much longer?" Yu Zhile asked in a low voice.

Ghost Eyes began to be agitated, and two black tear streaks had appeared in the corners of his eyes.

There was a sharp pain in his internal organs, and the ghost threads began to devour his internal tissues.

The severe pain made Yu Zhile's expression distorted.

"It's coming!" He Yin'er looked at the figure that slowly appeared on the comb, staring, "There is one more minute, hold on for a while." ”

The ghosts encountered this time are extremely strange and terrifying.

From beginning to end, they didn't notice that there was a ghost in front of them, but they felt vaguely uncomfortable in their hearts.

When they really perceive ghosts, that's when they see ghosts.

But it was too late.

"A minute?" The corners of Yu Zhile's mouth twitched slightly, "I'm afraid it's a little hanging for a minute." ”

When He Yin'er heard this, a not-so-good idea suddenly sprouted in her heart.

"More than two!" He Yin'er asked in a slightly trembling voice.

“……”

"I don't want to scold, isn't that obvious?"

Two ghosts holding signs walk in front, there must be ghosts behind them, according to folk customs, when do you need two people to walk in front of them holding signs?

Of course, it was to welcome relatives and get married.

Suddenly, Yu Zhile's face changed greatly, and the ghost eyes flipped back violently, and the silk threads that tore through the skin broke suddenly, dissipating into a blood mist in the air.

"I knew ......"

In the mist, behind the two ghosts, a man in a paper wedding dress appeared behind the two ghosts on a paper horse.

When he saw this combination of people and horses, the sense of crisis in Yu Zhile's heart almost overflowed.

"Something's going to happen!"

Yu Zhile's face was extremely ugly, and the ghost eyes and ghost silk threads fell silent directly, no matter how he controlled them, he couldn't control the two ghosts.

Without the ghost eye, he returned to the state of not being able to see his fingers.

"How long is it!" Yu Zhile looked ahead uneasily, although he couldn't see anything, he was sure that if He Yin'er didn't hurry up, he would have to die here.

"Right now!"

"That's it!" He Yin'er was overjoyed, she looked at an old woman in black standing in front of her, and turned her head to Yu Zhile and shouted.

But there was no response.

"Seal the Ghost Mountain? What a familiar place, the current juniors are really bold, and they dare to come here with this kind of strength. The old woman looked confused at first, but soon became sober.

"The Spiritualist?" The old woman looked He Yin'er up and down, and the fog seemed to be unable to block her vision.

"Immature." The old man shook his head, then looked at the fog around him, "Since you called me out, then I'll do you a favor." ”

As he spoke, terrifying spirits appeared violently, and wordless tombstones stood abruptly in the mist.

In the blink of an eye, He Yin'er's surroundings were covered with tombstones.

With the appearance of the tombstone, the fog that was so thick that you could feel the weight disappeared in an instant, just like the white snow in spring, the snow melted.

The fog disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the world was suddenly refreshed, He Yin'er kept scanning the surroundings, but after looking for a long time, he didn't find anything.

"Looking for your hapless companion?" The old woman held her hands behind her back and looked at He Yin'er with a smile.

He Yin'er didn't speak, but she was already anxious.

"It's bad luck to be a companion with a spiritualist." The old man sneered, "Let's go, I'll take you to him, if it's too late, he'll be gone." ”

The old man shook his head, picked up his comb, and walked ahead with his hands behind his back.

The old man walked and looked like a normal person, if he looked at it like this, who would have thought that this was a soul body?

He Yin'er didn't speak, and quickly followed the old man towards the front.