Chapter 138 Back Movement
Yang Jian’s eyes moved slightly, he was silent for a while, then reached out and took the two jars.
The ability of the headless ghost is to splice the body together, constantly looking for ghosts with incomplete bodies, and splicing together a complete body.
Yang Jian secretly speculated that there would be no problem in controlling this ghost hand.
The other side.
Wang Xiaoming chewed on the code name of Gui Cha, and felt that it was very suitable. He nodded immediately, made changes in the file, and named Huanggang Village Gui Cha.
At the same time, after browsing it several times, he found a doubtful point, that is, why did the ghost village move?
Wang Xiaoming suddenly focused his eyes and glanced at Liang Xingyang. Combining the intelligence supplemented by Li Jun and Feng Quan, it can be determined that Li Gui's goal is to return to the coffin.
The latest news from the headquarters is that the ghost village has stopped migrating and stayed in Dajing City. The most likely reason is that the ghost coffin has lost its positioning.
Three hours passed slowly.
The announcement on the plane reminded everyone that Dajing City has arrived.
Since Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun were on different roads, after Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian left the airport, they opened their ghost screens and used mobile phone navigation to quickly arrive at Ping An Building.
“There are two Fang Shimings in the circle of friends. The ghost controller Fang Shiming is hiding in the safe house in the basement to survive. The ghost scissors are also in the safe house. If you want to lure the other one out, you have to kill the ordinary person Fang Shiming.”
< br>Liang Xingyang looked at this hundred-story high-rise building standing in front of him, feeling a little emotional. Yang Jian has Shangtong Building, Fang Shiming has Pingan Building, Wang Chaling has Ning'an Building, and Ye Zhen has Ningzhu Building. They all seem to like tall buildings. building.
Yang Jian couldn't understand Liang Xingyang's sudden emotion and asked, "Shall we fight directly?"
"No, I want to lure Fang Shiming out. Can Liu Xiaoyu get Fang Shiming's photo?" Liang Xingyang put away his emotions and asked with an expressionless face.
Yang Jian nodded affirmatively and picked up the satellite positioning phone to contact Liu Xiaoyu. As an operator, Liu Xiaoyu will definitely be able to get the photos.
Liang Xingyang’s eyes moved slightly, and he slowly stretched out his hand to draw a circle in the air.
The deceitful ghost affects reality. This circle is the size of a football. It is dim and blurry inside. It gradually becomes clearer and turns into a sphere out of thin air. It looks like some kind of foreign object. The shape is very weird, like It was like a womb, and what was even weirder was that Liang Xingyang’s face appeared on it.
He blew a breath, and wisps of rich blue-black haze merged into it. The sphere became bulging, and the haze like thick fog kept rolling, and something strange seemed to be conceived inside.
The supernatural power of the deceiver continues to affect reality, speeding up the pregnancy a lot.
The next moment, three palm-sized blue-black ghost babies fell out from inside, with vague shadows of Liang Xingyang in their eyebrows.
Multiple births.
Liang Xingyang took out the ghost newspaper, took out his face, and wrote down instructions respectively to complete the control.
But he was not satisfied with this.
"Open your mouth." Liang Xingyang ordered with a calm face.
The three ghost babies let out strange screams and opened their dark mouths one after another.
The supernatural affects reality. Pieces of fresh raw meat appear out of thin air and fly into the ghost baby's mouth continuously.
The ghost baby's dark mouth is like a huge bottomless pit. No matter how many pieces of raw meat he eats, he can't satisfy his appetite.
In the original work, Wang Shanshan raised the ghost baby with beef. Liang Xingyang borrowed the idea and planned to use raw meat to raise the ghost baby into a ghost boy.
The three ghost babies ate so much raw meat, but their bellies didn't bulge at all, as if they could eat more.
Liang Xingyang stopped making raw meat because the ghost baby had grown up and turned into a ghost boy, looking exactly like Liang Xingyang when he was a child.
"Are these three ghosts?"
Yang Jian's hand holding the satellite positioning suddenly froze, dumbfounded, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
“No, just like the ghost newspaper is derived from the red paper and the ghost hand is derived from the palm, the ghost baby is also a derivative of the starving ghost.”
Liang Xingyang looked calm, took out his mobile phone, saw Fang Shiming's photo, and ordered the three ghost children: "Go in, find him, and kill him."
Raising ghosts and eating people?
The ghost boy tilted his head, blinked his big round eyes, ran quickly, and slipped into Ping An Building.
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed: "Will he accidentally kill ordinary people?"
Liang Xingyang said: "No, on the contrary, the ghost boy is instructed not to eat people, but also to try to avoid ordinary people. .”
The two waited quietly outside the building. They could vaguely hear screams coming from the building. Apparently they had seen the ghost boy.
The circle of friends is based here, and there is a ghost controller permanently stationed in this building. Although Fang Shiming's clone can isolate most supernatural beings, his body is as fragile as ordinary people, and can be broken with just a pinch. Can't stop the ghost boy's physical attack.
Ten minutes later.
A cold wind suddenly blew around. The wind was not strong, but it was mixed with a weird corpse smell, as if there was a corpse lying in the wind outlet, and the smell was brought out from the corpse. of.
"It turns out to be you!" A hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded.
I don't know when, a strange person appeared in the shadow of the building next to him. This person's whole body was dry, without any moisture, his eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs were hideous and terrifying.
Fang Shiming was holding three soft ghost children in his hands, standing there like a fierce ghost, making people feel very dangerous.
Surprise flashed across Liang Xingyang's face, and his face turned cold: "You walked out of the basement, which means that ordinary man Fang Shiming was killed by a ghost boy."
Yang Jian's face was also slightly cold, and his mind kept echoing. The ringtone was given by Fang Shiming. Under the curse of the ringtone, he only had at most three days left to live.
Fang Shiming walked towards me with heavy steps and coughed twice: "Ahem, since you survived under the ghost scissors, you shouldn't come to Dajing City again. I fought with that fool Ye Zhen I can't even go to Dachang City to cause trouble for you, but you actually killed my clone!"
Liang Xingyang said indifferently: "Arrogance will kill you."
"You can't walk to heaven, and there is no door for you to hell. Since you can't wait to find death, I will send you on your way."
Fang Shiming was furious. He seemed a little tired as he walked. His weird body became weak and he couldn't help but bend down.
Suddenly.
The expressions of Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian both changed suddenly, and they felt their bodies sink, as if there was something on their backs. No, there really was a weird, cold corpse lying on their backs, trying to push them down.
moment.
Yang Jian was unable to resist the weight of the corpse. He fell to the ground with a thud. Even the headless ghost figure integrated into his body could not resist.
The corpse lay dead on the back, motionless, but very heavy, so heavy that it crushed Yang Jian's body, his sternum was broken, and his internal organs were cracked.
He was pressed to the ground, feeling like he was going to be crushed into a puddle of flesh.
This ghost will attack the tallest person within a certain range. Its suppression ability does not depend on the number of ghosts it controls. As long as it cannot carry it, it will not help no matter how many ghosts you control.
other side.
Liang Xingyang's face changed, and an expression of difficulty flashed across his face. However, he was in much better condition than Yang Jian. He only staggered slightly, his knees were bent, and his body was stooped. However, he quickly adapted to it and directly put this Carrying the corpse on his back, he straightened his back and stood up.
The attack of a ghost suppressing a person does not depend on the number of ghosts controlled, but only depends on whether a certain ghost can move on its back. The essence of the Starving Ghost is a mirror ghost that combines six mirror ghosts. It is far more terrifying than a ghost can suppress a person.
Mirror Ghost resisted the weight of Li Ghost and carried him on his back.
“How is that possible!” Fang Shiming couldn’t help but exclaimed.
The words just fell.
Yang Jian was lying on the ground rather miserably. A bright red light like blood burst out from his forehead, covering Fang Shiming like a laser cannon.
The rich red light of the ghost's eyes appeared, Liang Xingyang felt a lightness on his body, Fang Shiming fell into stillness, and the ghost's overwhelming supernatural power receded.
Yang Jian gritted his teeth, and the ghost eyes on his forehead were layered one after another. Six scarlet ghost eyes were superimposed. Under the protection of the music box, six layers of ghost eyes were opened.
Fang Shiming’s horrified expression froze instantly, falling into the silence of time.
The layers of ghost eyes turned restlessly, and a rusty coffin nail in Yang Jian's hand was transferred by the ghost, and penetrated Fang Shiming's head with a whoosh.
The red light flashed away, and the ghost disappeared.
Fang Shiming's eyes widened with a horrified expression. His eyes gradually became dull and gray and empty. His dry and waterless body was severely eroded by the ghosts. He was on the verge of recovery. He relied on supernatural powers to survive. Now his supernatural power is suppressed by the nails in the coffin, and his vitality is instantly gone.
Fang Shiming, the leader of the circle of friends, has died.
“Bang.”
Fang Shiming's head was nailed by the coffin nails, and his body fell straight down, raising a cloud of dust.
Liang Xingyang had no expression on his face as he helped Yang Jian up. The deceptive ghost worked its magic and quickly recovered Yang Jian's injuries. (End of this chapter)