Chapter 57 Mirror Ghost's Coat
"Crack."
A sound like breaking glass came from the body, and the blood-stained table knife stabbed the Mirror Ghost inside the body, and the Mirror Ghost looked like Like a piece of fragile glass, several cracks spread out, and at the same time, there were several wounds on the back that looked like they had been cut by sharp objects.
A suppressive force came from the blood-stained knife, and Liang Xingyang lost control of his body in an instant.
At this time, the hand that was squeezing his neck from behind suddenly let go, and he fell from the air.
A hole was torn in the mirror ghost's coat, and a raging eerie green will-o'-the-wisp emerged from the wound.
The woman in white collapsed to the ground because a rusty coffin nail penetrated her neck.
Coffin Nail Wujie’s ability to suppress all ghosts came into effect. The woman’s eyes widened and she was completely unable to move like a corpse.
The will-o'-the-wisp ignited the white dress on the woman in white. The will-o'-the-wisp found the source of the burning and spread like gangrene on the bones, constantly covering the other person's body until it turned into a sea of gloomy green fire.
Two bodies fell in the sea of fire, both seemed to have been burned to death.
"Crack."
The sea of fire is burning, and at the same time, the cracks in the rearview mirror of the RV are also slowly spreading.
The will-o'-the-wisp is burning supernatural beings, and the blood-stained table knife is being burned by the will-o'-the-wisp. The supernatural power of the table knife is constantly being suppressed, and at the same time being squeezed out little by little.
Sooner or later, control of the body will be regained.
When Liang Xingyang's eyes lit up, he silently waited for his body to resume action.
"Eaaaaaaaaah~"
A ethereal and strange paragraph sounded from all directions.
Every byte in the voice seems to be sung in one breath, or like an intermittent and unclear whisper in the ear.
Liang Xingyang’s fingers moved uncontrollably, as did the woman in white who was nailed to the coffin.
This kind of weird playing sound is very similar to the ghost sound controlled by Lin Luomei, a member of the paranormal forum. The ghost sound can control living people and even affect the actions of ghosts.
However, Lin Luomei's ghost voice was too scary. In the original work, it could not even affect the ghost rope and was hung up by Yang Jian.
A group of ghosts are listening to the show, and the living people are in a forbidden area. The real horror begins to show itself.
Liang Xingyang and the woman in white got up from the ground in sync, like two controlled puppets.
The woman in white stood stiffly behind Liang Xingyang, her eyes filled with fear, despair, hysterical anger, and even more, endless regret.
Liang Xingyang also experienced the control of this unknown supernatural power. This kind of supernatural control was so terrifying that it directly deprived the ghost controller of his body control.
"This is... a supernatural attack on consciousness, similar to ghost dreams, nightmares, and newspaper ghosts modifying memories."
"No wonder, even ghosts are greatly affected."
< br>"Is everything going to end?"
His eyes were full of struggle, but his body walked uncontrollably towards the stage, and the bloody table knife continued to move from It was squeezed out from the back.
However, it was too late.
Passing by the back row of the auditorium, he passed directly over the bloody corpses sitting upright on the red paint chairs and arrived at the front row.
That is the position specially prepared for the ghosts. As soon as you sit down, a ghost will give up the position and be imprisoned in the ghost chair in his place.
“No, we can’t give up.”
Liang Xingyang walked in front, shouting silently in his heart.
The woman in white walked behind, her eyes filled with loneliness and despair. She accepted her fate. She had a deep understanding of the horror and despair here.
The terrifying sound of the play can restrain the evil ghosts and red-painted ghosts. The ghosts on the stage form an implicit balance with each other. Anyone and ghosts who break in here will be imprisoned.
The only way is not to get close to the stage, and use ghosts to escape when you are not affected by the opera, otherwise you will never survive.
During her imprisonment, she lost the concept of time.
If it weren’t for the special nature of the white dress, she would have been skinned by the shadow puppet on the stage, her consciousness would have been transferred to human skin, and she would have died completely.
“It’s completely over this time, you damn bastard, I will crush you to death when you get out of trouble next time.”
The woman in white had helpless tears in her eyes.
The coffin nails were stuck in her neck. If no one helped her pull it out, even if there was a chance to give up her position next time, she would not be able to move and would continue to stay here and be tortured by the years.
Liang Xingyang struggled to no avail, and then realized that now he could only fight against the strange drama here by controlling the consciousness-type ghosts or starting a reboot.
The two walked through the auditorium and came to a remote corner, seemingly finding a satisfactory location.
Sitting on the red painted chair is a strange figure.
This fierce ghost has a huge head, but the body is like a child, with thin arms and legs, and the skin is covered with purple bruises. It lies on the ghost chair and stares at the shadow puppets floating on the stage motionless.
It wasn’t until Liang Xingyang paced up to it that Li Gui, the big-headed doll, slowly twisted his head, his small dark eyes reacted, and jumped down from the chair, giving up his position to the controlled one. Liang Xingyang.
Liang Xingyang sat down expressionlessly, and the big-headed doll Li Gui suddenly opened his bloody mouth and let out an extremely ear-piercing scream.
The small dark eyes stared straight at the woman in white.
It seems that a certain killing pattern has been triggered, or the woman in white is following Liang Xingyang, getting too close to the big-headed devil, and will be attacked indiscriminately.
"My life is at stake! This unlucky guy killed me."
The woman in white wailed in her heart, unable to move as she watched the scary little ghost jump up and crawl onto her.
The big-headed doll Li Gui's dark eyes were like abyss, his head tilted back sharply, and then hit the chest of the woman in white like a spring.
“Kakaka.”
Even with the resistance of the white dress, the chest of the woman in white was still dented, and the sound of her ribs being broken came out.
At the same time, the white skirt once again had a dark red color.
The white dress once again withstood a fatal supernatural attack for the woman, but the huge force still broke the woman's chest ribs, causing a large piece of her left chest to collapse.
“Dong.”
The big-headed doll tilted its head, and there seemed to be some confusion in its dark eyes. Then the woman in white fell down and hit the ground head first.
The big head is a bit heavy.
Because the killing pattern was triggered, the big-headed devil ghost launched a fatal attack, then ignored the woman in white and crawled away quickly on all fours.
Although blood flowed from the corner of the woman's mouth, her eyes were filled with joy of surviving the catastrophe.
She glared at Liang Xingyang, who was sitting safely on the red lacquered chair, with the corner of her eyes full of anger, then moved past him uncontrollably, walked to a distant position, and sat stiffly on the seat that Li Gui had let him sit on. Come out of the top spot.
Liang Xingyang's face was stiff, his eyes were bloodshot, and he saw the angry look of the woman in white.
It’s just that he has no time to think about it. After sitting on the ghost chair, the feeling given to him is like sitting on a stiff corpse.
This feeling was not fake. Cold sweat broke out on Liang Xingyang's forehead. He felt a pair of invisible hands reaching out from behind and hugging his waist. The cold breath eroded his body, and his lower body slowly lost consciousness, imprisoning him tightly. On the throne.
At the same time, the outline of a small hand emerged from under his skin.
“Kacha~Kacha~”
A small hand with sharp nails kept scratching under his skin.
The little hand kept wandering around, but there was no scene of skin and flesh being separated, but instead there were constant sounds of tiny cracks in the mirror.
This ghost hand actually wanted to peel off the Mirror Ghost coat from him.
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