The world of ghost painting is infinite.

Theoretically, the ghost of the ghost painting can encompass the whole world, and there is even a lot of space.

The law of killing ghost paintings is memories, as long as you recall ghost paintings, ghost paintings will appear around you.

According to this law of killing, as long as there is a person in the world who recalls the ghost painting, the ghost painting will directly encompass the whole world.

It's a horrible thing.

But if someone has mastered ghost painting, it's different.

Controlled ghost paintings, ghost snakes can be opened autonomously.

From this, there is the Taoyuan Plan.

At this moment, in this city that does not belong to the living, a child wearing a shroud with blue skin walks briskly on the street.

The child's dark pupils twitched, as if he were curious about everything.

Its two little short legs were running as fast as it could, and suddenly, it stopped.

Stopped in front of a small building.

It tilted its head slightly, a little confused, but then it ran straight inside.

After a while, screams of terror rang out from inside.

The lights on the side of the road flickered slightly, and a middle-aged man carrying a coffin frowned and looked at the small building in the distance.

"Is it hiding from me?"

From the moment he entered the city, the ghost behind him sensed the little thing.

Hurriedly asked him to follow, but the strange thing was that he was chasing, it was running, occasionally stopping, but only for a while, and then continued to run.

But it won't go out of the city, just as it can't go out of the city.

Extremely eccentric.

"Yu Zhile is restraining this ghost?"

The middle-aged man groaned for a moment, not planning to chase the little starving ghost anymore.

He made his way and hurried towards the center of the city.

But suddenly, he stopped, his expression changed suddenly, and he quickly hid in an alley.

"Damn, how could this thing be in a ghost painting!"

Zhao Kaiming's face was gloomy, he poked his head out slightly, and looked at a dried bride who was walking towards the center of the city in a wedding dress, and his heart sank a little.

This ghost is here, and what will happen next, only the ghost can know.

"No wonder it's so crazy to come in with anything."

Zhao Kaiming's expression was uncertain, he knew about the dried corpse bride, this ghost said.

But what it says is that the bride may or may not come, and it all depends on the source of all this.

Now that the corpse bride is here, it is no surprise that Yu Zhile did it.

"They're all crazy." Zhao Kaiming scolded in a low voice, poked his head out again to check, and after making sure that the dried corpse bride had left, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left from the other direction.

Not long after Zhao Kaiming left, a child who was almost eight or nine years old, wearing a shroud and with blue skin all over his body, suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley and looked at the alley curiously.

As if it hadn't found anything, it turned around and continued to run around the city, still holding a man's head in its hands, dripping with blood, and the white flower's brain was exposed.

If Zhao Kaiming saw this scene, he would only feel creepy.

Because this child was not like this before, he was only a four or five-year-old child, and now he is seven or eight years old.

The ghost grew again.

In room 707, a battle is about to begin.

Yu Zhile, who wore the bride's face, closed the door of the room, and just like that, there were a few more strangers in the snow-white room.

They do not belong in this room, and the colors on their bodies defile the holiness of this room all the time.

This room is so clean and too white.

When Yu Zhile stepped into the room, he wanted to check whether his shoes were clean, or whether he should take off his shoes and step on the ground again.

Standing in this room, Yu Zhile felt very uncomfortable, not because there was an old antique here, but simply because of the whiteness here.

Yu Zhile let out a breath and subsided the pitiful guilt in his heart.

The bridal skirt beside him swayed slightly, and in the lake at his feet, a woman in white stood upside down with him.

Ghost Lake, Ghost Bride.

Behind him, the murderer was motionless and silent.

The mourning ghost who only has twelve killing laws and is already S-level is still the same as before.

The ghost with the rusty sword stood next to him, and the tunic on his body looked very good.

At the door of the room, a ghost with a blood-red body, a squirming scar on his body, and seven small holes in his body looked extremely irritable at the moment.

It seemed to see Yu Zhile turn his back on the deal with it.

The deal that looks for seven red grass spikes.

for a period of three months.

It's been less than a month now.

But looking at this situation, it seems that he has no intention of fulfilling the deal.

Compared to the irritable behavior of this ghost named Wujun on the skin paper, Yu Zhile seemed very calm.

He looked at the empty room and thought for a moment, and the ghost lake quickly covered the entire room.

A terrifying supernatural filled the room.

A strange smell of old incense being ignited appeared.

As this strange smell appeared, the walls of the room, which had been snow-white, suddenly began to seep blood.

The stench was pervasive, and the room turned blood-red in the blink of an eye.

There were a lot of extra things in the room.

A blood-red coffin, an offering table, and a spiritual seat placed on the coffin.

The room was covered with a lot of things, tables and benches, potted plants of flowers and plants.

But without exception, they are all red.

Yu Zhile squinted slightly and looked at the coffin.

There was no name on the spiritual seat on the coffin, no posthumous image, and it was blank.

There were tributes on the table, apples and oranges and some sweets.

A few sticks of red incense were still burning, and two-thirds of them were left.

The ghost lake has not been suppressed, which shows that he has not yet triggered the killing law of the old antique inside the coffin.

This is not too good news.

Yu Zhile looked around, the weird layout, the weird colors, many things contained supernatural things, and they were all supernatural items.

"Although I didn't split the ghost, I still made an arrangement."

"Scary old thing."

Yu Zhile knew that he would not be able to withstand any of the next attacks.

One time was enough to kill him.

Don't look at his fierce appearance now, but in fact, he is a crispy skin with high offense and zero defense.

If you touch it, you die, and of course the opposite side will have the same result.

"It's a set of seconds, and if you don't live in seconds, I'll die."

Yu Zhile exhaled a breath and stretched out his hand slightly, and a doll-like woman appeared next to him.

The moment the woman appeared, she opened her eyes, and her big round eyes turned strangely.

She looked at the layout around her, and a sense of unease arose in her heart.

"You...... What do you want to do? ”

I didn't see the opening, but there was a voice coming out, which was very strange.

Yu Zhile didn't answer the doll woman's question, thought for a while, stretched out his hand and beckoned, and spit out a word in his mouth, "Come." ”

As the word came out, the walking bride of the dried corpse in the city suddenly paused, then turned her head stiffly, raised her hand and beckoned to the location of the source of the ghost painting.

Suddenly, a terrifying scene appeared.

The ghost painting, who was originally entangled with Ye Zhen, suddenly put aside Ye Zhen and came towards the dried corpse bride.

There is also an oil painting in the hand of the source of the ghost painting.

Ye Zhen frowned slightly, but then figured out what was going on, "Has it started?" ”

Ye Zhen squinted his eyes and turned his head to look at the battlefield on Zhang Xianguang's side.

Belch......

It is no longer a battlefield, but a one-sided slaughter.

The painter was about to be swallowed up in a thick pool of blood, and was struggling inside.

The killer died, his body became seven or eight stages, and he had begun to revive the ghost.

The coffin bearer's hand was gone, and he was standing in an open coffin.

Inside the coffin, there were countless black hairs covering the outside world, but a young man casually suppressed it.

Alice, one of the twins, was nailed to the ground with a rusty machete, not dead, still alive, but incapacitated.

The killer died, and Alice and the painter were incapacitated.

Now only one coffin bearer is left, still struggling to support it.

The young man glanced at Ye Zhen who appeared, and was a little surprised, not because of the ghost on Ye Zhen's body, but the sword in his hand.

"Boy, where did the sword come from?" The young man suddenly appeared beside Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen's eyes suddenly showed a strong battle intent, "Borrowed by a friend." ”

"Here, fight!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look Ye Zhen up and down, "Tsk, you're not small." ”

"Ye Zhen, don't be joking!"

He Yin'er grabbed Ye Zhen with a solemn expression.

"Senior, he has a problem here, don't worry about it." He Yin'er said with a pale face.

"I see."

Seeing He Yin'er's pale face, the young man sighed, "It's all said, let me go, I want him to go, if I go, those few outside will die early." ”

"I'm sorry senior, I can't support you to leave here for a hundred meters, you're too strong." He Yin'er said a little far-fetched.

"Trouble seniors don't play, I may not be able to support it."

"Okay." This young man named Zhang Daoling nodded helplessly, and then a terrifying scene appeared.

The sky suddenly changed color.

The coffin bearer raised his head suddenly, and his pupils trembled instantly.

"No...... That's impossible! ”

The next moment, a sea of blood fell like the Yellow River.

The coffin bearer wanted to escape, but the young man just glanced at him, and the ghost in his body suddenly fell silent.

"No...... Impossible, how can there still be an old antique like you in this era! The coffin bearer roared in despair.

Thundered~!

The sea of blood fell to the ground, directly submerging the coffin bearer.

The painter was completely sunk into the blood of the ghost, and his expression before his death was extremely hideous.

He seemed to want to say something, but the strange blood pouring into his throat prevented him from speaking.

The sea of blood stirred in the strange land of ghost painting.

The king's corpse was quickly melted into a part of blood, leaving only the ghosts on their bodies.

Alice, who was nailed to the ground, didn't have anything to do, and the strange and terrifying blood directly bypassed her.

Zhang Xianguang and Nie Yingping glanced at each other and swallowed silently.

Is this generation of spiritualists so fierce?

Can this thing be recruited?

Suddenly, Zhang Xianguang seemed to think of something, "No wonder this girl will follow Yu Zhile." ”

"I was afraid of death."

Ye Zhen touched his nose, silently put the rusty sword behind him, and then looked up at the sky.

The young man was happy, "What's the matter, don't fight?" ”

Ye Zhen hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, I can't beat it." ”

He just likes to fight, not to die, he Ye Zhen only fights that can't die, not fights that will die.

The young man in front of him, he was not sure if he would die at his hands, this young man was too terrifying.

He Yin'er let out a breath, and her face turned even paler.

"I'm in trouble with my seniors."

The young man nodded, "It's okay, just call me next time, I like to bully these garbage." ”

Hearing the young man's words, He Yin'er smiled bitterly and ended the conjuring of the young man.

The young man didn't care either, and let He Yin'er end the conjuring.

Soon, the figure of the young man began to disappear, and a piece of spirit position full of cracks fell and was caught by He Yin'er.

The youth disappeared, but his supernatural did not disappear immediately.

Looking at the slightly rippling sea of blood in front of them, the three of them looked at He Yin'er with a little subtlety.

Zhang Xianguang finally understood at this moment why the conjuring people in the Republic of China died so miserably.

There's a reason for that.

Ye Zhen touched his chin, his eyes wandered over He Yin'er, he was thinking about an extremely important matter.

"Is there something wrong with you?" He Yin'er frowned and stayed away from Ye Zhen.

"Don't get me wrong, Ye is not interesting to you, there is a reluctant request, and I hope the girl will agree!" Ye Zhenhu bowed his hand suddenly, his expression extremely solemn.

Looking at Ye Zhen like this, He Yin'er was stunned for a moment, no, what is this guy doing?

"What's the matter?" He Yin'er asked as she endured her discomfort.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I ask the girl to have time to summon a strong man and fight with Ye, of course, don't be as strong as just now." Ye Zhen said seriously.

He Yin'er: "......"

Zhang Xianguang: "......"

Nie Yingping: "......"

"No, can you be a little more outrageous?" He Yin'er was speechless.

Ye Zhen also felt that his request was a bit unreasonable, and he wanted to say something, so he frowned, "I'm sorry, Ye Mou missed me." ”

As he spoke, Ye Zhen disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The three of them looked at Ye Zhen who was in a hurry, and they also felt that something was wrong.

said that in the middle of the city, on a street, an expressionless man stopped the bride, who was no longer a dry corpse.

At this moment, the bride is no longer a dry corpse, and the source of the ghost painting is wearing a wedding dress and holding an oil painting.

"Are you sure you can control it if the ghost eats this ghost?" On the roof of a house, Zhao Kaiming asked uncertainly.

Without answering, Zhao Kaiming frowned.

But suddenly he breathed a sigh of relief, and the ghost said he could.

It's okay, it's okay, he's afraid that this ghost will make things bigger.

When the time comes, it won't be over.

"Can the ghost eat this ghost?"

He had seen the scene just now. As soon as the dried corpse bride beckoned, the ghost painting came directly, and it was painted with the source.

Then a terrifying scene appeared, when the ghost painting came, the wedding dress on the dry corpse fell off directly and was worn on the ghost painting.

The ghost painting, which was originally a phanthropus, became solidified in the blink of an eye, as if it had a body.

And then there's the current scene, after eating some powerful ghosts, the ghost was directly driven here by the wishing ghost.

The ghost cha walked towards the ghost bride, and neither party had any intention of stopping.

Zhao Kaiming looked at this scene, there was a sudden expectation in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was expecting, whether he was expecting the ghost to eat the other party, or the other party was anti-controlling the ghost difference.

He didn't know.

Bang~!

A rusty sword plunged from the sky into the ground.

A young man appeared out of thin air next to the thin sword and stuck in front of the two ghosts.

Ye Zhen squinted at both sides, then looked up and scanned the surroundings, as if looking for something.

Zhao Kaiming was shocked, and hurriedly shrank to a place where he couldn't see it.

"Why is this guy here?"

Zhao Kaiming's face suddenly did not look very good.

"Is this also within Yu Zhile's budget?" Zhao Kaiming's eyes rolled slightly, thinking a little uncertainly.

Didn't find anyone, Ye Zhen was a little disappointed, he looked at the ghost cha not far away, and recalled what Yu Zhile said to him in his mind, he hesitated for a while, took out a shabby sheepskin bag, and then reached in without hesitation.

"Let's take a look at the thirty ghosts first, and then control them if it's not enough." Ye Zhen muttered, and the spirit on his body suddenly became treacherous.

When Ye Zhen withdrew his hand, his arm had become extremely weird, large corpse spots appeared on his arm, and eyes of various colors turned strangely.

The mouths are small and invisible, but they are squirming.

Ye Zhen glanced at his arm, reached out and pulled out the rusty sword without care, and rushed towards the ghost opposite.

"Ye still doesn't believe it, I can be suppressed by you now!"

The bride holding the painting paused slightly, as if it was controlled, it bypassed Ye Zhen, and left here at a speed of 100 meters in one step.

Somewhere in the city, a young man in a shroud suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at a building, and there was a strange sound of footsteps in the building.

The young man in a shroud turned and walked towards the building.

It's starting to eat ghosts.

The starving ghost was raised.

(End of chapter)