Chapter 147 Confrontation
Late night, Wanda Plaza.
A terrible supernatural event broke out here. The headquarters has turned its attention. The police team moved late at night. The crowd chaos only lasted for a short while and was quickly controlled. Now the square is empty.
Desolation, darkness, silence.
“唔唔唔.”
Shen Lan was all skin and bones, wearing a white dress that seemed to be stained one-third red by blood, and walking in the empty square on high heels, when suddenly her steps stopped.
The sky seemed to darken all of a sudden, the blue-black haze spread at an incredible speed, and a strange cold wind suddenly blew around, carrying a strong smell of corpses, and the smell filled the air. The whole square.
“Here we come.”
Shen Lan’s eyes were slightly cold, and she was wary of her surroundings. She held a blood-stained knife in her hand, and her white high-heeled shoes gave off a faint white light.
The strange wind became more and more fierce, and the white dress was blown by the wind, and the strange and cold strong smell of corpse made her frown.
"Ghost?"
A trace of surprise flashed across Shen Lan's face, and her body was blown by the strange wind and she couldn't help but take a step back.
A pale light emerged from the white dress, enveloping her, resisting the ghostly wind.
“After just leaving for a while, I managed to control a new ghost.”
Shen Lan’s face became solemn: “This strange wind is a ghost, and it is getting stronger. Modern ghost control It’s not easy to make up for Guixi’s weakness so quickly.”
But the next moment.
The wind was blowing more and more fiercely, and the strange wind was raging like a Category 12 typhoon. In an instant, all the facilities in the square were blown away, and countless black and red floor tiles on the ground were blown up together with the ground. A large pile of debris was blown by the strange wind, flew to an unknown place, and disappeared.
"Ghost competition!"
Shen Lan's eyes focused and her steps paused. The white dress emitted a fierce white light. Her whole body turned into a sun, the pale white light shone, and her body remained motionless. .
The intensity of the ghost wind ghost and the white light ghost are both around the fifth level of the ghost eye. They cancel each other out and cannot do anything to each other.
The square became darker and darker, and the strange wind carried the haze and blew everything around. The surroundings were blurred, and the thick haze obscured the sight.
A figure covered in blue and black walked with unusually heavy steps in the strong wind, approaching the past.
"You are so brave. Use whatever means you have to show me how far modern ghost controllers have grown!"
Shen Lan smiled confidently and stared at the approaching figure. , seemingly not worried about losing at all.
"Don't be so arrogant, I will let you die here today." Liang Xingyang's black and white eyes turned slightly, and he walked out of the strong wind silently and said casually.
The next moment.
Shen Lan sneered, her face suddenly changed, her steps staggered, and her body sank, as if she was carrying something on her back. A cold corpse lay strangely on her back, trying to push her down.
However, her back was bent, and it recovered immediately without being crushed.
The skinny body looked very weak, and she didn’t have much strength, but she just carried the cold corpse on her back.
Liang Xingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, this woman was indeed controlling a fierce ghost. The last time they fought, Shen Lan defeated all his methods with just a white dress and a blood-stained knife, without even using the ability to control ghosts.
Through the attack of ghosts suppressing people, it was confirmed that Shen Lan was controlling a powerful ghost, and the level of terror was very high.
“Kakaka.”
Shen Lan stepped on white high heels and rushed forward quickly. Her whole body was exuding a pale light. The body lying on her back showed the impact it had on her. It's not that big to go up.
She rushed towards him despite the ghostly wind, raised the blood-stained knife in her hand with ease, and quickly made three cuts on the outline of Liang Xingyang's body.
This blood-stained table knife contains a terrible curse. When it gets close to a certain distance, it can dismember all living people and ghosts into pieces through the air.
A scapegoat doll was thrown out, dismembered into three pieces in the air, lost its life and fell down.
"The rag dolls and ghost candles we brought have been used up, and we must fight quickly."
Liang Xingyang looked strange, and his black and white eyes revealed a strange and penetrating look, standing The center of the black and white area looks like an enlarged version of the portrait from a distance.
With the chance to breathe for the dead baby, Liang Xingyang stared at Shen Lan. The dead man's gaze contained a terrifying ghost power and fell on Shen Lan invisibly.
Shen Lan noticed something was wrong, but she gritted her teeth and tried to cut it off again with the blood-stained knife in her hand.
After one knife.
But soon.
Shen Lan's face changed suddenly, and she suddenly found that her body could no longer move. Even her white dress retreated under the suppression of this terror. The intense white light was fading, and she couldn't even lift the hand holding the knife. .
Ghost suppresses people and dead heads, and the superimposed suppression is formed.
Liang Xingyang’s expression changed: “Successful.”
The strange wind carrying the thick haze was blowing everything, mixed with the strong smell of corpses. As the white light faded, the dark wind was invading Shen Lan's body, as if it was going to weather it away.
But immediately.
The curse of the blood-stained knife began to erupt, and a crack appeared in the black and white area, as if a black and white photo had been cut in half with a knife.
Liang Xingyang, who was standing in the black and white area, suddenly froze and suffered a terrible curse attack.
Liang Xingyang was covered in blood, and a terrifying crack appeared on his body. From his forehead to his crotch, his body was almost split in two, completely dismembered in half.
Shen Lan showed no mercy this time. If he fought to such an extent, if his supernatural powers were any weaker, the outcome could be reversed and he would die suddenly.
The black and white area created by the ghost ghost can isolate most supernatural beings, but it was cut in half by the table knife.
Life hangs on a thread.
Liang Xingyang opened his eyes wide. He was still alive. He just stood there and did not dare to move, fearing that the body that had been cut in half would suddenly separate.
The Starving Ghost has the ability to stretch its limbs, but has no ability to repair it. The body is now only glued together by flesh and blood and has not fallen apart.
This is under the premise that he used the power of the ghost. If, like Fang Shiming in the original work, he was unknowingly hit by a hatchet and the man and ghost were torn apart, he would definitely die suddenly.
Now that the ghost has resisted most of the knife curses, Liang Xingyang’s injuries looked horrific, but he did not die instantly.
And the other side.
As Liang Xingyang's ghost puzzle was broken, the horror levels of ghost wind, dead head and ghost pressure plummeted, and Shen Lan's stiff body suddenly became able to move.
The oppression of Gui Yaren and Dead Head is continuous. Although Shen Lan can move, she is still greatly restricted.
But she gritted her teeth and tried to lift the bloody knife again.
The cold ghost wind was blowing, and two figures stood in the square, facing each other with strong oppression.
"I need a breakthrough to break the current predicament, otherwise I will definitely be killed by this woman." Liang Xingyang stared at the blood-stained knife, sweating nervously.
He was almost torn into two halves, and Li Gui was inevitably severely injured. His control was not as strong as before. He could neither use Gui Wei to transfer nor dare to take steps to leave.
“Is there really no hope?”
"No, no, I have one last solution."
Liang Xingyang looked at the table knives that were being raised little by little, and his whole body became cold. Under the crisis of death, he quickly found a chance to survive.
“Hurry up, hurry up.”
I was really anxious at this moment. I slowly raised my arms tremblingly and stretched them into my arms, but I didn’t dare to move too fast. , afraid that the body will collapse directly.
A murderous look flashed across Shen Lan's face: "It's just a dying struggle."
She had already raised the knife with difficulty, and was slowly slashing it at the outline of Liang Xingyang's neck.
Aim directly at the neck, the distance is the shortest, and the curse will erupt the fastest.
Every second counts.
At this time.
Liang Xingyang manipulated his inflexible hands and finally took out an old wooden spiritual tablet wrapped in gold foil from his arms.
"Eat it."
The gold foil was taken away, and the old soul was struggling hard and vibrating, but it was uncontrollably slowly brought into the dark mouth, and was swallowed directly without chewing.
"You...have no chance, let me send you on your way."
A forced smile appeared at the corner of Shen Lan's mouth. Although she moved slowly, the knife was already in contact with her sight. The outline of Liang Xingyang’s neck.
Although it was only halfway cut, the unknown curse has already broken out.
"Poof..."
The skin and flesh tore the neck, the blood vessels and arteries were cut open, and a large amount of blood spurted out.
Liang Xingyang had no time to think before he swallowed the old spiritual tablet into his stomach. His neck was split in half, and the wound was still spreading, threatening to completely break the entire neck.
Now that the neck is half broken, the head loses support and hangs down.
He is an outlier. He only lost his head and can still survive, but the situation is very serious now.
When a human head falls to the ground, it will inevitably break into two pieces.
“I’m really not willing to give in.”
This thought echoed in my mind.
Liang Xingyang's eyelids became heavier and heavier, everything in front of him gradually became dim, his thoughts became quieter, and it became increasingly difficult to think.
Only a little bit of flesh was left on the edge of his neck, which was still connected to his head, preventing his head from falling directly.
But soon, this little flesh can't last long.
Now he can only wait for the spirit ghost to be digested, but it seems that it is too late.
"Finally dead."
After the dead man's head moved away, the suppressing power disappeared. Shen Lan's body suddenly moved, a fierce white light shone, and the cold ghost pressure on his back Human corpses were also forcibly pulled down by her.
Shen Lan squinted her eyes and looked at Liang Xingyang, who had only a little skin and flesh connected to him. She stretched out her hand and pushed him directly to the ground.
Liang Xingyang's body split in half, the remaining flesh of his neck torn, his head rolled down heavily, and soon split in half, and some kind of yellow and white jelly-like thing fell out.
"Li Gui is like a limb, which can be replaced at will. Is this a new path taken by modern ghost controllers?"
Shen Lan's face was indifferent, and her body became half red and half white. Dress, face a little solemn.
"It's a pity that I can't find my medium raincoat. I'll go to Brother Qin first to help me recover."
Shen Lan was still thinking about the raincoat she took off from the mummy Li Gui and sighed silently. Taking a breath, he stepped on white high heels and walked away from the body that was split in half.
The ghostly wind gusted, the smell of corpses became stronger and stronger, the ghostly wind became fiercer, and the corpse occasionally twitched, as if the evil ghost inside the corpse was quickly reviving.
“Trouble.”
Shen Lan didn’t want to deal with Li Gui’s resurrected body and continued to be consumed, then turned and left, leaving the lifeless body behind him.
The square was dark, silent and strange.
The next moment.
The head that was broken into two parts suddenly started to move, and the eyelids on half of the head suddenly trembled slightly, and they opened their eyes without warning.
The black and white eyes moved slightly, empty and dead, without a trace of living emotion. It took a while for them to regain their energy.
Some kind of weird supernatural power is at work, and the coldness belonging to ghosts is permeating the air. The other half of the head is sucked in, and it sticks tightly, and the injury disappears in an instant.
The ghost wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing a complete head and rolling it directly to half of the body. The skin and flesh of the neck are gluing together and recovering quickly.
Half of the bloody body moved strangely, supporting a head as it climbed up from the ground. The scene was extremely strange.
The other half of the bloody body on the ground was suddenly swept up by the strong wind, and returned to the other half of the body. The horrific injuries that were split in two were quickly disappearing.
The broken body is quickly returning to a whole body
A lonely, cold blue-black figure stood quietly in the howling wind, motionless.
Everything around him gradually faded, forming an area of black and white, as if there was a black and white portrait.
“I’m not dead.”
In the howling wind, Liang Xingyang's deep voice came, like a ghost whispering.
"Tap tap tap~"
Liang Xingyang twisted his neck and walked with unusually heavy steps. The surrounding area was rapidly fading into a black and white area, like a ghost coming out of the portrait. .
"Crack."
The sound of a broken mirror sounded, and a crack appeared on his body. As a side effect of forcibly eating the spirit ghost, the time limit for the replacement of the mirror ghost appeared.
"Sure enough, the puzzle pieces of the ghost of the deceased and the ghost of the spiritual place complement each other."
Liang Xingyang was silent for a while and said to himself: "Am I now the ghost of the spiritual place who came out of the portrait?"
There is a ghost living on that old wooden spiritual tablet. This ghost's ability is not only to change consciousness, but also to quickly recover from injuries.
Guo Fan was eroded by a powerful ghost, so every once in a while, he had to release a spiritual ghost to recover his body's injuries, and at the same time resist the erosion of another powerful ghost. With this spiritual space, he could survive to this day.
But the shortcoming of the spirit ghost is obvious, that is, it has no body.
On the contrary, the ghost ghost resides in the portrait and can emerge from it and have its own body. The black and white area isolates the supernatural and allows the people in the photo to walk out. The people who walk out also have the ability to isolate the supernatural.
Fang Shiming used his own photos to create a past version of himself to manage the affairs of his circle of friends on his behalf.
Unfortunately, the shortcomings of the person who walked out of the photo are also obvious. It can isolate most supernatural beings, but it cannot isolate physical damage.
In the original work, the five-level ghost in Yang Jian couldn't send Fang Shiming away in the photo. As a result, the ghost's hand broke the opponent's neck and easily killed him.
Now the body of the ghost ghost, coupled with the consciousness of the spirit ghost, the puzzle pieces complement each other, isolate the supernatural ability, and combine with the ability to repair the body, forming a very terrifying ghost.
It's hard to imagine how terrifying a ghost would grow to be if he were perfectly conceived from a ghost coffin and given the two puzzle pieces of a ghost ghost and a spirit ghost. Not only is the face-taking power of the ghost newspaper blocked, but even the Chenqiao sheep cannot herd the ghosts. If the ghosts are allowed to suppress more people, it will become a completely unsolvable existence.
Liang Xingyang currently possesses the terrifying suppressive power of dead heads and ghosts, which can be regarded as a low-end version of the complete ghost puzzle.
As he woke up, the howling wind became more violent, the thick haze spread at an incredible speed, and the ghosts blocked Dajing City at an extremely fast speed.
“Our battle has just begun.”
After Liang Xingyang finished speaking in a low voice, his body collapsed into haze and disappeared.
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