Chapter 66 Hatchet
Across the corridor of the gloomy green hotel, a tall black figure walked towards me.
A face that is black and smelly, eyes that are constantly leaking corpse water, and he is wearing an old coat and a tall and burly body. He is like an innocent soul walking out of hell, wandering aimlessly. In the narrow hallway.
The dead Li Qingzhi was holding a hatchet full of gaps, facing here, and walking towards here step by step.
Wherever he walked, a line of black footprints were left behind, which were formed by the decomposing corpse water on the ground.
"The more terrifying the ghost, the greater the restrictions. This wandering male corpse is very special. It does not have the characteristics of random killing. Only by touching the corpse, stepping on the footprints or handprints will the killing pattern be triggered, and then through the supernatural medium Attacked a living person."
Liang Xingyang murmured, his body glowing with green light, floating in the air like a ghost, blocking the way of the tall man's corpse.
A ball of miserable green will-o'-the-wisp was held in the palm of the hand. Under the blazing flame was a rusty coffin nail. Even if all the supernatural will-o'-the-wisp was burned, it could not burn away any rust on the coffin nail.
“This old coat may also be a supernatural object. It not only covers the whole body, but also wraps the neck in the coat. It seems that it can only nail the head of this ghost.”
Liang Xingyang stared at Li Gui's head, his body flashed away in the ghost, and moved behind the tall man's corpse.
"Ghost, if it's a corpse, just lie down obediently."
Clenched his fists hard, the will-o'-the-wisp in his palm began to condense, his five fingers suddenly opened, and the coffin nails in the will-o'-the-wisp were struck at an extremely fast speed. Came out.
The tall male corpse walking silently paused. A flying nail was stuck in the back of his head, and a thick stream of corpse water gurgled out from the wound.
“Bang.”
The tall male corpse fell straight down, making a loud noise in the silent corridor.
Liang Xingyang approached immediately at this time. The Li Ghost who was nailed to the coffin would never be able to move again. The replacement time of Mirror Ghost's coat was very short, so he had to speed up.
Once the mirror ghost's coat collapses, he will once again fall into a state where the balance of ghosts in his body is broken, and his body will lose the ability to move. If he encounters the newspaper ghost again, the consequences will be disastrous.
The green ghost covered the past. This time, the ghost did not leave a gap due to the supernatural influence. Instead, it successfully enveloped the tall male corpse.
Liang Xingyang looked at the tall man's body that fell to the ground with sharp eyes. The man was suppressed by the coffin nails and was motionless.
Thick brown corpse water continued to overflow from the corpse, and a strong corpse smell filled the corridor.
Liang Xingyang didn't think much, he directly reached out to hold the hatchet and pulled hard. Under the pressure of the coffin nails, the hatchet easily escaped from the hands of the tall man's corpse who fell into silence.
The hatchet, stained with smelly mud, stained with rust, and full of chips, fell into Liang Xingyang's hands.
"Crack."
The faint sound of a broken mirror came from the pocket.
Liang Xingyang quickly pulled out the coffin nails from the back of the corpse's forehead, and then used Ghost Magic to turn the rainbow into a rainbow. A green meteor ignored the thick wall of the hotel and flew out.
After a while, the tall man's corpse got up from the ground. The rotting corpse water left a human silhouette on the ground. Li Gui, who had lost his hatchet, moved slowly, and finally walked into a dim corridor.
“Bang.”
The door of Room 13 was opened, and a woman with a ponytail and a face raised walked out of the room.
If Zhang Gao were here, he would definitely recognize that the woman with the ponytail is Tong Qian, but the face the woman is holding is also Tong Qian's face.
“Giggle, giggle~”
A smile appeared on Tong Qian's face, and a weird oozing laughter came from her mouth. This laughter came from the corridor and spread toward the stairs.
In the Caesar Hotel, one dead body after another, a very weird smile suddenly appeared on the ashen face, all of them were transformed by the newspaper ghost into ghost slaves, and they got up from the ground one after another.
The newspaper ghost has possessed Tong Qian’s body and has just succeeded in taking away the grimace on the back of Tong Qian’s head.
If Liang Xingyang stepped into rooms 13 and 31 first, he might be able to prevent all of this from happening.
……
The turquoise firelight turned into a cold atmosphere and dissipated in the high-end hotel room.
The mirror ghost's body is in a state of nothingness in reality. After its coat collapsed, it merged directly into Liang Xingyang's body.
"Plop~Plop~"
Fifteen minutes later, the heartbeat was suppressed, and Liang Xingyang was so pale that there was no trace of blood. It was not until his body's balance was restored that he got out of the soft hotel bed. sat up.
“The degree of ghost heart recovery is too high, and it takes a lot of time to restore the balance of ghosts every time.”
"Although this flaw is insignificant, it is particularly fatal." Liang Xingyang climbed down from the bed, frowned and thought for a while, "We must find a way to kill the ghost heart as soon as possible."
Liang Xingyang glanced at the coffin nails under the bed. Li Jun's body was lying on the ground, and his eyes moved slightly to look at the strange hatchet beside him: "As long as the medium is triggered, chop it down with one knife, and it will be alive." People and ghosts can be dismembered, and with the complete ghost shadow, he has mastered the terrifying power of blocking and killing gods."
However, this supernatural item does not match him, even without relying on a medium. If he chooses to directly dismember the human skin paper with a hatchet, the curse of the hatchet will also burst out in the same position of his body, forming the same wound.
But Yang Jian is different. He inherited the ghost image of Li Qingzhi, the older generation of ghost masters in the Republic of China. This hatchet is his exclusive weapon.
“Now that I have gone through so much trouble to get the hatchet, even if my body is rotten by the curse of the hatchet, I still have to find the source of the human head balloon from the mouth of the human skin.”
After Liang Xingyang made up his mind, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket. There were several lines of black twisted writing on the front and a color photo on the back.
The ghost closet's request was to let him find the half-decomposed human face that originated from the human head balloon in the photo, rather than asking Liang Xingyang to imprison the human head balloon.
However, the killing pattern of the human head balloon shrouded his heart like a shadow. Finding the source directly might trigger the killing pattern, and he would be attacked by the human head balloon and fall into a fatal trap.
Liang Xingyang caressed this photo, which showed a half-rotten face staring at the camera, with extremely penetrating gray eyes.
It was in this sense of crisis that he did not dare to lose his head in search of the sky.
In the corner of the hotel room, there are two gold boxes. One mouth holds human skin paper, and the other holds ghost rope.
“The human skin swallowed three less terrifying ghosts, which is already dangerous. In addition, it can predict the information in advance to judge the danger, so the first thing must be to block the opponent’s escape route. ”
Liang Xingyang hesitated, but decided to take out a small mirror and start to replace the will-o'-the-wisp suppressed by the coffin nails again.
The swaying green fire ghost opened again, and the room was suddenly enveloped.
Liang Xingyang used tools and violently opened the gold box containing the human skin paper.
He held a rusty coffin nail in his left hand and a hatchet full of chips in his right hand, standing ready and staring at the contents of the box with sharp eyes.
In the opened box.
There is a piece of dark brown human skin paper, lying quietly and motionless inside.
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