Chapter 58: The Disciple
The surging green ghost fire overflowed from the broken part of the mirror ghost's coat. The burning flames instantly engulfed the ghost's hand, like a tarsal maggot stuck to it, unable to break free and unable to extinguished.
As time passed, the will-o'-the-wisp burned more and more vigorously.
The ghost hand was burned by the ghost fire, the knuckles made a stiff clicking sound, and the supernatural began to be suppressed.
“Crackling.”
Fingers were burned off one by one, and then the whole hand disappeared.
It is just a supernatural derivative and cannot resist the burning of will-o'-the-wisp.
The will-o'-the-wisp even ignited the ghost chair, and the miserable green will-o'-the-wisp enveloped the chair.
The red paint on the chair becomes brighter and brighter under the burning of will-o'-the-wisps, as if it is emitting red light.
A minute later, the red paint on the ghost chair was only damaged as much as a fingernail, and it seemed that he was not too afraid of the burning of the will-o'-the-wisp.
But the burning of the will-o'-the-wisp is continuous, and a ghost's position cannot last long.
Liang Xingyang was even more worried that Li Jun's body would be squeezed out of the mirror space by darkness. As long as the will-o'-the-wisp transformed into a cold aura again, he would be completely helpless.
There was also a ghost hand with sharp nails crawling under the skin of the woman in white, but before she had time to wander away, the suppression of the coffin nails took effect, and the ghost hand was tightly suppressed.
If the ghost hand appears outside the body, or it may not be suppressed by the coffin nails, but happens to appear under the skin and is regarded as one by the coffin nails, the supernatural being will be directly suppressed without any solution.
At this time, the blood-stained table knife stuck in the back was also squeezed out by the will-o'-wisp, and it made a clanking sound when it fell on the chair. The sound was particularly prominent in the silent auditorium.
Liang Xingyang moved his fingers and felt that his body had regained some control: "The supernatural power that guides consciousness, and this weird drama will gradually deepen its impact on consciousness as time goes by."
< br>Although my body has regained some mobility, my consciousness is like dozing off, and I have a tendency to fall asleep unknowingly while listening to the show.
Supernatural power is so unreasonable. Once you can't stand it and fall asleep, you may never wake up again.
This is a test of willpower.
But how can human consciousness compare to the consciousness of ghosts? That’s why some ghost controllers try to control ghosts with their consciousness, but in the end, their consciousness is eroded by the ghosts.
There is a buffer time in between. If you want to get out of trouble, you must first get rid of this ghost position as soon as possible and then escape.
“We can’t wait for the will-o’-the-wisp to burn down and Gui Jiaozhi to get out of trouble. We must continue to take action.”
Liang Xingyang gritted his teeth and regained some of his body movements. The ghost of Gui Jiaozhi hugged his arm around the waist. It also began to loosen up, and it was obvious that the burning of the ghost fire was increasing the supernatural suppression, and its influence on the ghost leader was also deepening.
But his mental state was very poor, and his mind was filled with a strong sense of sleepiness as if he had not slept for three days, which tortured his will.
There was still a voice in his mind, constantly tempting him to give up struggling and just sleep comfortably.
Liang Xingyang reached for the blood-stained table knife at a snail's speed, grabbed the handle with all his strength, and slashed it onto the red paint chair.
Due to lack of strength, only a shallow scratch was left on the red paint.
The ghost fire got in and found a breakthrough, and the suppression on the ghost chair deepened.
Having regained some control over my body.
He took out a red ghost candle, just when he wanted to light it with a will-o'-the-wisp.
Just when Liang Xingyang was overjoyed, the raging and burning will-o'-the-wisp seemed to have stopped in time, suddenly turning into a cold aura and dissipating.
The mirror ghost's coat was completely shattered and turned into a tall shadow again and merged into Liang Xingyang's body.
“Not good.”
The cold arms that Gui Jiaozhi stretched out hugged him tightly again, and his lower body instantly lost consciousness, as if it was frozen by a piece of ice.
At this moment, the white core of the ghost candle was lit, and a pale green halo appeared on the candle. The halo was so beautiful in Liang Xingyang’s eyes, and the candlelight spread out, covering an area of about four meters. .
The ghost candle burned violently, because there were traces of evil ghosts within the candlelight range, and the candlelight was oppressed.
At the same time, Gui Jiaozhi was also suppressed by Gui Zhu. Li Gui stretched out his arms and quickly released Liang Xingyang's waist, and quickly retracted.
Liang Xingyang was bounced up by a supernatural force. He staggered and almost lost his balance.
He breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if he had collapsed.
The ghost leader ran away and moved out of the range of the candlelight.
Not only that, but the surrounding chairs with ghosts sitting on them also quickly backed away, their legs making a scratchy sound against the ground, as they tried to avoid the candlelight.
Now is not the time to sigh. He put away the blood-stained knife and came to the woman in white holding the ghost candle.
"The nail in the coffin is related to Zhao Kaiming's transaction, and he shoulders the heavy responsibility of imprisoning the starving ghosts. He cannot be abandoned here."
"Gui Zhu cannot resist the bewitchment of the opera on my consciousness. , but Xiyin’s supernatural power to forcefully control the body disappeared under the influence of Guizhu.”
“You can’t stay in this ghost place for too long, and you have to leave as soon as you get the nail in the coffin.”
Under the influence of the opera, Liang Xingyang's dark circles gradually deepened and he transformed into a humanoid panda.
But at this moment.
The countless shadow puppets on the stage seemed to be attracted by the ghost candle. A dozen complete human skins flew down, flying around the periphery of the ghost candle's candlelight. The dark wind gusted, and this scene was like a moth flying to a flame in the dark night.
The ghost candle burned more violently, and the green candle flame suddenly expanded in a circle.
The woman in white stared. At this moment, her eye circles had completely turned into a giant panda style, and she looked at the person walking over in disbelief.
Because the mirror ghost coat collapsed and Liang Xingyang turned into himself again, the woman in white didn't know that Li Jun was actually Liang Xingyang.
Her eyes turned from joy to despair. Even if someone mistakenly entered this ghost place and sat on it instead of her, she would still be suppressed by the coffin nails, unable to move her body and unable to escape at all.
Life is really lonely as snow.
The next moment her eyes became extremely surprised. This man actually reached out to pull out the coffin nails from his neck.
“Yes, pull it out quickly.”
The woman in white shouted loudly in her heart.
Liang Xingyang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked up at the human skin flying above like a life-threatening ghost, and looked down at the ghost candle that had burned a third of it in a short period of time. I couldn't help but be shocked.
“No, don’t stop.”
The woman in white suddenly paused when she saw Liang Xingyang pulling out the nail, and became anxious.
Liang Xingyang looked at the woman in white who was tied up on the ghost chair and watched the show with her back straight, and his heart moved.
He used his feet to hook the ghost chair who wanted to get out of the candlelight range, and carefully lifted the skirt of the white dress, revealing two skinny and skinny thighs under the skirt.
He buried his head in and took a look.
The woman in white was startled, and then her eyes became angry.
If looks could kill, the middle-aged man in front of her would have been killed by her thousands of arrows.
She kept roaring in her heart: "You bastard, you bastard, I will kill you."
"Hey, that raincoat isn't here." Liang Xingyang retracted his head in disappointment. He held the ghost candle in one hand and reached into the collar of the woman in white with the other hand. He touched it but couldn't find it. "Isn't it still here? ?”
Liang Xingyang suddenly felt something cold on his hand, and there were two drops of water dripping on his arm, and then he realized that the woman in white was shedding cold tears from her wide eyes.
Liang Xingyang was stunned for a moment, and then curled his lips. With such a dry and skinny body, what did you think he would do?
I didn’t see anything again!
He put his hand deeper into the dress and finally touched the transparent raincoat hidden inside.
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