Chapter 172 The Small Town in the Painting
Ahong's clone suddenly felt something. She closed her eyes, her face was as pale as paper, and her body was shaking a little because of fear and uneasiness.
A woman in blurry clothes is approaching, but she is walking silently, as if she does not exist at all.
The distance is already very close.
But no matter how close he got, Liang Xingyang couldn't clearly see Li Gui's face. He could only see clearly the white and cold hands that were folded together.
The surrounding blue-black haze is emerging, and traces of cold and strange wind are also emerging.
But Liang Xingyang did not choose to take action. A Hong's clone was still valuable and could test out Gui Hua's attack method for him.
A Hong's clone closed his eyes tightly, suddenly trembled all over, and his head was covered in cold sweat.
Her palm was suddenly held by an extremely cold hand. In just a short moment, Ahong's clone's consciousness fell into darkness, and she died.
Liang Xingyang was completely indifferent. Ahong's clone was just a dummy created by him.
After figuring out Gui Hua's attack method, Liang Xingyang moved his body, and his supernatural power was quickly released.
An extremely cold corpse was lying on the back of the fuzzy woman at some point.
The dead man's head facing down was also staring at the ghost in front of him.
With Liang Xingyang as the center, the surrounding scene quickly faded, forming a black and white area that quickly enveloped it.
A rusty coffin nail was blown by the fierce wind and thrown violently, piercing Gui Hua Li Gui's body.
A terrifying attack has already taken place. Almost none of the ghost masters in the modern supernatural circle can withstand the simultaneous attack of five evil ghosts, as well as the coffin nail that has the ability to suppress the evil ghosts without any solution.
The coffin nails have penetrated Gui Hua's body, and everything has settled.
But the next moment.
Gui Hua's body began to disappear, collapsed directly, and turned into gray-white paper ash, which was swept up by the fierce wind and scattered in all directions.
The world is still gray, dim, and depressing.
"Huh? Is the real ghost painting the same as the ghost painting, has it been restarted?" Liang Xingyang raised his hand, and the strong wind brought back the coffin nails, and he made a suspicious sound.
"Oh, I forgot. The ghost paintings and the ghosts in the paintings can only be imprisoned if they come together."
Liang Xingyang remembered the details of the ghost paintings and immediately set out to find the huge ghost. In the oil painting, the haze is spreading, easily covering the city in the painting.
The ghosts covered the city, and several areas that could not be covered appeared. In addition, the soul boy ghost began to predict constantly, avoiding wasting time to distinguish other ghosts from real ghost paintings. Walking in the ghosts, he finally came to A weird little town.
Half of the town is made up of traditional domestic tile-roofed buildings, while the other half is built in European style.
It's as if two different paintings are placed together. As long as you step across the dividing line in the center of the town, you can enter the other painting.
European architectural style houses are hung with all kinds of balloons, black, white, red, yellow, purple, green, blue, gray.
Under the complex of tile-roofed houses are winding dirt roads with footprints on them, but there are no signs of human activity. They appear lifeless and lifeless.
“It’s really not a good place.”
Liang Xingyang’s dark eyes flashed with something strange. The soul boy ghost’s never-ending predictions allowed him to find out what was hidden in this strange little place. The danger of the town.
There are two ghosts here.
Hidden in a European-style building is a clown-like ghost dressed as a clown holding balloons of different colors. It is estimated that the foreign ghost masters could not hold on. After the ghost recovered, he was imprisoned by the ghost painting and imprisoned in the ghost world.
There is another scary ghost hidden in the tile-roofed building. This ghost is very scary. As long as it is walking, the ghost has not appeared yet, which interrupts the spirit boy's prediction.
Where the two paintings meet, there is a terrible danger hidden.
Liang Xingyang hesitated. In the premonition, in the area covered by haze and ghosts, there was a gray area behind the European-style town in the second half of the town, but he was not sure whether it was really a ghost painting. .
However, the only area that has not been fully explored is this.
The ghosts could not cover the small town. Under the influence of some supernatural power, all the ghosts were driven away, so he could only walk there instead of using the ghosts to move around.
"Whether it's a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, you won't know until you try it."
After Liang Xingyang thought about it carefully, the skilled man was bold and walked straight over.
When he walked into the town, he realized how weird it was.
"Longkeng Town."
This is the name recorded on the old and mottled high-arched stone doorplate at the entrance of this town.
Crossing the Shimen sign, you can immediately feel that the ghost wind in your body is suppressed, but the strange thing is that other ghosts are not suppressed, only the ghost ghost of the ghost wind is suppressed.
Under the double suppression of this town and the ghost painting, Gui Feng can hardly use it anymore.
Walking into the abandoned town, old, moss-covered tile-roofed buildings are everywhere. Because the buildings are too dense, they seem a bit crowded.
There is a straight dirt road ahead. This road is about 500 meters long and leads directly to the European-style buildings in the other half of the town.
The dirt road also left many clear, criss-crossing footprints of different sizes.
Weird.
Even if it is a dirt road, the footprints of our predecessors cannot be preserved for so long. What's more, the place is desolate, abandoned, and uninhabited, so these preserved footprints seem a bit unreasonable.
"Unfortunately, if Yang Jian's hatchet is on his body, he can trigger these media. Even the footprints left by the evil ghost can be dismembered."
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly and he stopped at the end of the sandy road. Instead of rushing onto the dirt road rashly, he took out a red ghost candle from his arms and lit it with a gold lighter.
The miserable green candlelight enveloped him, and he stepped onto the dirt road with confidence. He walked very slowly along the way, trying his best to avoid stepping on his footprints.
In the precognition of the soul boy, when he unfortunately steps on a certain footprint and some kind of danger occurs, the precognitive scene is interrupted.
While walking, Liang Xingyang looked carefully at the old and dilapidated buildings with his eyes, guarding against dangers that might appear at any time.
The ghost candle is burning slowly, indicating that there is no danger.
Half an hour later, Liang Xingyang walked cautiously two hundred meters.
Nothing unusual.
Only the footprints ahead are getting denser and denser, so Liang Xingyang must be more cautious every step he takes, otherwise he will accidentally step on the footprints of his predecessors.
Little did he know that he himself had left footprints here, but he did not realize that the footprints left behind him had quietly disappeared.
Three hours later, we were only fifty meters away from the end of the dirt road.
This moment.
Liang Xingyang stopped and looked at his feet with a gloomy expression. All the complete footprints disappeared, and countless half-footprints were densely packed, covering the road, leaving almost nowhere to step.
"Since you won't let me go on, let's see who is more terrifying."
Liang Xingyang looked unkind and planned to force his way in.
He extinguished the ghost candle, and the beating ghost heart immediately stopped, and the silent curse of death spread quickly.
At the same time, a large amount of scarlet blood began to flow out of the body, and the whole body seemed to be soaked in blood. The rich and sticky blood seeped down along the clothes and continued to drip to the feet.
The blood beads on the ground were squirming, pulled by the ghost heart, and flew back into his body.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Liang Xingyang stepped on the half-footprint on the dirt road with heavy steps, and ran over the footprints of these predecessors, leaving a bloody footprint. .
Half of the footprints were stepped on, and the killing pattern was triggered.
A supernatural phenomenon occurs.
Liang Xingyang suddenly discovered that half of the surrounding footprints disappeared in an instant, and countless dead feet appeared out of thin air, full of corpse spots.
These mutilated dead feet correspond to half-footprints. One foot was lifted up and stepped on the ground.
As if taking a step forward, the other foot quickly followed and started running towards Liang Xingyang.
It’s more than that.
The wooden doors of abandoned old houses opened, and pairs of pale dead feet ran out from inside.
On the dirt road behind Liang Xingyang, all the complete footprints disappeared one after another, and many complete dead feet covered with corpses appeared, chasing after him quickly.
The attack of Li Gui broke out.
Countless soles appeared in half the town, running towards him.
The dirt road suddenly became extremely soft, and his footprints on the road were acting as a medium to take away his feet and turn them into footprints on the road.
Liang Xingyang's face changed slightly, and without any warning, his feet suddenly fell into the smelly soil, but the next moment, he pulled them out directly.
Ghost blood made the supernatural power ineffective, and the supernatural power could not affect his feet.
The mutilated feet in front arrived, and countless dead feet were lifted up, revealing the putrid, black, and extremely cold soles of their feet, and stepped hard on him.
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and the surroundings quickly faded. A huge black and white area suddenly opened up, the supernatural beings were isolated, and the raised feet of the dead people all fell into stasis and fell from the air.
“Plopplopplopplop~”
The heartbeat rang out, and the ghost heart in his heart also spread out a fatal curse.
The curse was connected, and ghost blood began to appear on the feet of pairs of dead people, performing supernatural suppression.
"Hmph."
Liang Xingyang walked quickly, kicked away the feet that were blocking the road, and spun on the dirt road, looking for the source of these ghost feet.
Soon.
He scanned the soles of countless pairs of feet and found a pair of pale feet moving away.
Li Gui has no wisdom and does not know how to disguise and hide.
These pale feet are also eroded by the curse of the ghost heart, and are stained with a lot of ghost blood, but they can still move, which shows how terrifying they are.
Liang Xingyang narrowed his eyes and immediately ran up with the dead head in his hands.
Being stared at by the shriveled and rotting dead head, the pair of pale dead feet immediately stiffened and could no longer move an inch, falling into silence.
The evil ghosts were suppressed, and the town's suppression of ghosts, winds and ghosts disappeared.
Countless soles of feet in the town turned into footprints and fell back to the ground.
"Tap tap tap."
Liang Xingyang walked over, penetrated the two ghost feet with coffin nails, and put away the dead head again.
Scarlet blood gurgled out, covering the pair of pale ghost feet. The pale ghost feet sank uncontrollably into the ghost blood and disappeared.
In a pool of blood, a pair of pale ghost feet were moving and struggling. This fierce ghost tried to get out of the ghost blood, but to no avail.
The blood is like a shackle, tightly trapping it.
Liang Xingyang picked up the coffin nails on the ground and looked at the thick and sticky ghost blood on the ground thoughtfully.
The next moment.
The ghost blood was drawn by the ghost heart and flowed back into his body, but not to the ghost heart.
Liang Xingyang used himself as a container to imprison this evil ghost. (End of this chapter)