Chapter 233 The Four Trapped
The dim yellow lights in the bedroom kept flickering, and the air suddenly became cold.
Meng Xiaodong's body came to life, and his pair of lifeless eyes stared at the uninvited guest who broke into the bedroom.
The corpse did not fall into eternal sleep, and occasionally woke up.
The most frightening thing now is.
The corpse moved, left the wooden bed, and walked towards the two of them step by step.
The evil spirits are moving, the haze is retreating, and the ghosts are easily eroded and torn into pieces.
Suddenly.
Many blackened stiff palms began to appear on the old man's body, but the moment these derivative ghost hands touched the old man, they immediately became limp and fell to the floor feebly.
"Yang Jian, don't struggle, I will take you away with ghosts."
Liang Xingyang's pupils shrank and he gave a quick reminder.
This is the source ghost, not a derivative ghost invaded by the media. The level of terror is unbelievable. The ghost's supernatural power is too weak and cannot be suppressed at all.
"Plop, puff~"
The ghost's heart beat violently, and the quota on the diamond-shaped brand for suppressing six ghosts was immediately used to suppress the old man in front of him.
“Tap tap tap~”
The old man's footsteps did not stop at all, and he kept invading the haze ghosts. However, under the superposition to suppress the nine ghosts, the old man's walking speed was slowed down a lot.
There is room for buffering.
Yang Jian did not dare to stay any longer. He did not resist Gui Xie's pull, and was transferred to another place by Gui Xie in the next second.
Without the media that invades reality, there will be no second Meng Xiaodong.
Liang Xingyang breathed a sigh of relief, then stared at the old man intently, and suddenly a rusty coffin nail appeared in his hand.
Before he could take action.
The old man walked a little faster. Without the suppression of the ghost hand, the ghost was already approaching.
As soon as he got close, the old man stopped and did nothing. He just stared at Liang Xingyang with empty and numb eyes.
Danger.
A huge sense of crisis came.
Liang Xingyang found that his blue-black body was fading, becoming a little blurry and hazy, like a deflated balloon, it was turning into a blue-black aura and dissipating, and he would soon be unable to hold on.
There was no pain or anything abnormal, but the whole person was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have been directly stripped out of this world.
But the next moment.
There was a burst of sound in the air.
Before Liang Xingyang completely collapsed, he threw the coffin nail with great force and passed through the strange old man in front of him.
"Boom."
A thick blue-black haze finally dimmed and disappeared, sprinkling a black-red heart, a large amount of scarlet blood, a ghost candle and a death doll and other items.
Ghost hearts, ghost blood and supernatural items cannot be replaced, so they remain.
Liang Xingyang’s consciousness was that of a ghost, and he had been observing the terrifying old man who was nailed to the coffin from a God’s perspective.
Being nailed by the coffin nails, the terrifying old man instantly became stiff and motionless. He leaned back and fell straight down.
The coffin nail is the most unexplainable supernatural object. Meng Xiaodong could not resist the suppression and fell into a deep sleep.
The living Meng Xiaodong has countless dolls and scapegoat dolls. As long as she delays time, the number of evil ghosts that have invaded from the past to the present is enough to defeat anyone.
After turning into a corpse, his strength is not so terrifying.
Li Gui will not consciously delay time, nor will he take the initiative to superimpose supernatural powers, nor will he first move his position and find a medium to superimpose infinite invasion. At present, Li Gui may not have exerted even 10% of the strength that Meng Xiaodong had during his lifetime. .
On the old but spotlessly clean floor, scarlet blood continued to squirm, covering Meng Xiaodong's body.
The ghost's heart beat, and the dull and suppressed heartbeat sound became weaker and weaker, but more and more ghost blood poured out on the floor.
The pool of blood on the bedroom floor seemed to be bottomless, but it was still unable to drown the old man who had revived from the ghost.
The old man was lying on a pool of blood, his stiff body sinking slightly by one-tenth, like a towering mountain sinking into a pond, with a large amount of the mountain still exposed.
Even if the nail in the coffin was nailed to the evil ghost, Meng Xiaodong was not completely submerged in it. The weight of 10% ghost blood could not accommodate such a huge supernatural body.
Seeing such a strange scene, Liang Xingyang was thinking thoughtfully: "Ghost paintings have been imprisoned in the ghost blood, slow-motion ghosts, ghost palms that can be pulled into the soil and buried alive, dead heads, ghosts pressing people and other ghosts, ghost blood What little spare capacity there was was not enough to contain the bodies. "
"After returning to Dachang City, I have to build a golden coffin to imprison the evil ghost."
Liang Xingyang was a little regretful, and re-condensed a strange figure in the bedroom, putting away the ghost heart on the floor. and ghost blood, slowly pick up the supernatural items and put them away.
"This big red bed is also a supernatural item. It can put ghosts to rest, so keeping it in your hands should be of some use."
He opened the old and yellowed bed curtains and looked at Looking at the red hardwood bed board inside, no abnormality was found.
soon.
Five strange figures were condensed. One person lifted the restrained body of Meng Xiaodong, and the other four lifted the big red bed.
Ghost transfer.
Liang Xingyang used ghost transfer to leave Room 301 of Building Nine with these goodies.
Outside the gate of Mingyue Community shrouded in thick and heavy haze, Yang Jian was waiting at the door. Suddenly, six strange figures appeared in his sight.
Yang Jian stared at Meng Xiaodong's body restrained by the coffin nails, and then looked at the mahogany bed, and couldn't help but said dumbly: "You even moved out the mahogany bed."
Liang Xingyang smiled: " Fortunately, the safe house built in the sales hall is large enough to hold this supernatural item, otherwise it would be a pity to leave it here."
Suddenly.
He seemed to notice something and turned to look in a certain direction.
Suburbs of Dachuan City.
A helicopter hovered high in the sky and drove straight forward, but the urban area not far away was not pulled in, but was pulled farther away.
The helicopter seemed to be spinning in circles, never flying out of this area.
Shen Lan, Li Jun, Cao Yang, and Liu looked solemnly at the dim city below.
"The blue-black haze is indeed Liang Xingyang's signature ghost... Stop flying forward. If we can't fly in, go back."
After Shen Lan finished speaking, I touched the glass window with my hand. There was a haze outside the glass, like a thick fog. There were blue and black bruises clinging to the glass, and there was also the illusion of creeping.
After receiving the order, the pilot controlled the helicopter to turn around and fly straight back.
But something strange happened.
No matter moving forward or backward, the helicopter still cannot leave this area, and its line of sight is obscured by haze, making it impossible to figure out the direction.
Lost.
Cao Yang crossed his legs and smacked his lips: "Li Jun, why don't you use ghosts to lead us in."
They are trapped in a ghost world, and if they don't use the supernatural to fight against the supernatural, they will never get out of trouble.
Li Jun looked thoughtful and nodded: "I can give it a try, but you guys don't complain about the burning of will-o'-the-wisps."
Liu San said: "Your little fire is still there. It can’t hurt us.”
“Li Jun’s ghosts are too weak, so I’ll take you in.” Shen Lan shook her head and expressed a different opinion.
After that, the white dress emitted a pale white light, covering the helicopter and dispersing the surrounding haze.
However, after the helicopter flew for a while, it still did not close the distance, and the urban area became further and further away.
It's like a little firefly lost in the blue-black haze, flying around without a sense of direction, and finally lost in the darkness.
Shen Lan's face was ugly. She had never expected this outcome, and her tone was a little heavy: "This is not just a haze and ghosts, there is something even weirder mixed in."
Cao Yang He frowned, put away his indifferent expression, and said solemnly: "Did a ghost trap us?"
"Obviously, this is the case."
Liu San rolled his eyes, but couldn't think of any solution.
He himself is not a ghost, and what came over was just a paper man clone. Even if he lost it, he would not feel bad, but he was not too worried.
“We can’t just wait around, we have to find someone to help.”
Li Jun took out his satellite positioning phone and called Zhao Jianguo to see if there was a solution.
Zhao Jianguo got the news and immediately contacted Li Leping.
An hour ago, Li Leping had reported his whereabouts to the headquarters and was no longer missing.
"I'm Li Leping, what can I do?"
Li Jun's satellite positioning phone was connected to another channel by Zhao Jianguo, and a voice without any emotion sounded on the phone.
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