The night is like an abyss, and it is daunting.

The road is slightly steep, the path near the stream is muddy.

The stream flows, and the water flows to the west, and I don't know the end.

The path ahead was pitch black, and the deep darkness dotted it like a ghost road to hell.

Yu Zhile ran briskly on the path.

Suddenly, he stopped suddenly.

Scarlet eyes rolled slightly, and his gaze fell through the darkness on a pitch-black jar in front of him.

The jar was pitch black, half a man tall, and stood in the center of the path.

Almost blocked the entire road.

The jar has no lid, and Yu Zhile can't see clearly what is inside.

He hadn't seen it, but he probably knew where it came from.

Yu Zhile looked around, quietly, and the sound of the stream flowing fell silent unconsciously.

Quiet, quietly eerie.

"Where is the ghost in the jar?"

Yu Zhile squinted slightly, looking around, under the darkness, his visibility was very close, even if he opened his ghost eyes.

He couldn't see what was inside the jar, which was made of gold, and the darkness outside was covered with a layer of other unknown things.

Yu Zhile became vigilant, and his ghost eyes turned slightly.

There was no movement in the jar in front of him, Yu Zhile frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and walked around.

The ghost eye exits its socket and maintains a fixed line of sight along the skin.

He was afraid that as soon as he took his sight off, he would directly trigger the law of killing.

Some ghosts are like that.

With Yu Zhile's movement, the ghost eye had moved to the direction of the back of his head.

At this moment, the altar is behind him, and in the blood-red world, the altar still has no movement.

"Doesn't the ghost in there exist?" Yu Zhile guessed, but he was relieved.

Ghosteye didn't return to its normal position, staring at the jar.

Yu Zhile let a ghost eye stare at the altar, and he himself quickly ran forward.

As he advanced, the jar behind him gradually disappeared from view.

Yu Zhile breathed a sigh of relief, there was nothing abnormal in the jar, and there were no ghosts in it to attack him, which was good news.

There was no altar behind him, and Yu Zhile planned to return the ghost eye to its original position.

The ghost eye began to move, but at that moment, a grotesque image appeared in his eyes.

It was the jar, the pitch-black jar, and a man with twisted limbs suddenly crawled out of the jar.

It was a woman, but her limbs were a man's, and she was an old man.

It looks extremely jarring.

The woman crawled out of the altar with her limbs bent.

When Yu Zhile saw this scene, his heart suddenly felt cold.

Still didn't dodge.

"I shouldn't have triggered the killing pattern yet, I've just been noticed." Yu Zhile didn't hesitate, and suddenly quickened his pace and ran forward, as long as he was fast enough, the ghost couldn't catch up with him.

Yu Zhile thought so, but the next moment, an ominous sudden appearance appeared, and the scalp instantly exploded.

"!"

In the ghost eyes on the back of his head, a face suddenly appeared, a face with a distorted, numb expression, and hollow eyes directly attached to his ghost eyes.

The ghost eye closed in an instant, and Yu Zhile was horrified.

He looked down at the limbs that were suddenly hugging his body, and his face was extremely ugly.

A cold began to invade from behind, and a hole suddenly appeared on his arm and thigh, which expanded rapidly and seemed to cut off his limbs.

The place where he was held quickly decomposed, and the stench of the corpse filled the tip of his nose in an instant.

The ghost in his body began to fall silent, and in no more than a minute at most, his ghost would fall silent.

Yu Zhile knew that he couldn't go on like this.

In the next second, two scarlet ghost eyes suddenly opened from the back of their heads, looking directly at the fierce ghost on their backs.

Countless blood threads broke through the flesh, fluttered in the air, and then slammed into the ghost's body.

The supernatural erupted, and the cold began to fight.

Yu Zhile's face turned pale and even paler.

The bloodshot covered his whole body, wrapping Yu Zhile together, and the blood-red silk thread forcibly ripped open the limbs that were wrapped around him.

The flesh was forcibly ripped off, and the ghost's eyes glowed scarlet, using its power to suppress the ghost.

It went well, the ghost was stripped out of his body, and Yu Zhile took a difficult step, which was free from the shackles of the ghost.

Yu Zhile's face was ugly, and he stared at the ghost standing behind him in a strange posture, and his heart was horrified.

The horror level of this ghost is really high, and the killing law is extremely weird.

Kill people in the face in an instant, if He Yin'er is here, she can directly announce her death.

Thin blood-colored threads kept drilling towards the female ghost, as if to control the ghost.

In just a moment, the ghost in front of him was already covered in blood.

Looking at this posture, it won't be long before Yu Zhile can control this powerful ghost.

But suddenly, Yu Zhile's pupils shrank, and without any hesitation, he ran straight forward.

At the moment when Yu Zhile ran forward, the blood that had originally penetrated into the body of the powerful ghost suddenly fell to the ground, and then dissipated.

"What level of ghosts, two ghosts can't suppress ......"

The ghost looked at the scene behind him, and he only felt creepy in his heart.

Neither ghost can be suppressed, how terrifying this ghost must be.

The body that is no longer a living person can allow Yu Zhile to run at an inhuman speed.

But even so, he was trying his best to accelerate.

Because behind him, the ghost was walking briskly towards him.

Go, there is nothing wrong with this description, it is to go.

The ghost walked as fast as he could, on two legs, and followed him closely, getting closer and closer.

Yu Zhile looked at this grotesque and weird scene, and he didn't know what to complain about.

There was no way for him to run and run faster.

Blood-colored threads repair the damage that has just appeared on the body, and the decaying skin recovers quickly.

Yu Zhile's feet flew up, but the ghost behind him kept approaching step by step.

Yin Leng approached quickly behind him.

The ghost behind him was getting faster and faster, getting closer and closer to Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile looked ahead, he didn't know how long it was until the water source, and he might not have waited for him to arrive, but he was attacked and killed by this ghost.

The ghost in the body was agitated, and blood-colored threads began to emerge from the skin uncontrollably.

He could clearly feel the only remaining skin and flesh, and his bones were being eroded, slowly transforming into blood-colored silk threads.

The threads in the body began to increase.

His ghostly resurgence was about to begin.

When the flesh and blood of his whole body turned into silk threads, that was when he recovered, just like Yan Li's ghost blood was revived.

Yu Zhile's mood became solemn, his current situation, he would definitely die if he touched the ghost behind him, even if he didn't die from the revival of the ghost, he would die from that ghost.

The level of horror in the ghost in his body is not as high as it.

The speed is so fast that the shoe has lost its soles.

Yu Zhile's brain was spinning rapidly, quickly thinking about the way to break the situation at the moment.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a blister bursting in front of me.

Yu Zhile's pupils shrank slightly, and in the next second, a blood-red text appeared, giving him a way to live.

Sure enough, the ghost on his body was really afraid of being left here.