Chapter 374 The last soul summoning
"Help me summon another soul." Liang Xingyang said expressionlessly.
He Liansheng's face suddenly darkened, and he subconsciously said: "The favors of every top ghost controller are accumulated in Taiping Ancient Town. Once the favors are consumed, they are gone. Do you want to save Dajing City, or do you want something else? Find a way!"
Without hesitation or hesitation, the old spiritualist immediately rejected Liang Xingyang's request.
The current situation is no longer optimistic.
The smell in the air is getting more and more obscure. The black mist floating above the head cuts off the light outside. It is impossible to tell whether it is day or night. The smell revealed by the black wall is getting more and more depressing.
The wails of the evil ghosts continue, and more and more twisted and weird arms stretch out from behind the old, moldy black walls. Some evil ghosts have even squeezed out half of their bodies from the black walls. I believe they can’t wait any longer. How long will it take to get out of trouble?
"The spiritualists in Taiping Ancient Town plan to sit back and do nothing?"
Liang Xingyang's eyes were cold. Dajing City is indeed not a city he manages, but the Asian headquarters is here. Once the city falls, The headquarters is destroyed, and the domestic situation will collapse at an unimaginable speed.
There are countless evil ghosts escaping from the black wall. Here, even the restart of the wishing ghost will be interfered with and cannot be undone at all.
The captain escaped, but he was not dead. Thousands of miles away, there was an old and decaying ghost ship floating on the sea, heading towards Dahai City.
If both Yin Yang Street and Ghost Ship cannot handle it, then the war can basically be declared failed in advance.
He Liansheng was silent for a moment. He was actually not optimistic that the headquarters could solve the Ark plan organized by the king.
Once the domestic situation collapses, the people in Taiping Ancient Town must rely on the accumulation of years in the ancestral hall to survive. This is a fallback path.
However, just when he was hesitating and thinking, Liang Xingyang said something coldly.
"If you don't agree, Yang Jian and I will go to trouble He Yin'er and destroy Taiping Ancient Town. Believe me, we can do it."
"You dare!"
He Liansheng's expression turned ferocious, but in just a short moment, he returned to normal.
Liang Xingyang said with cold eyes: "There is not much time left for you to think about it."
Yinyang Street has not been completely invaded in reality. Once you sit down and the evil ghost wanders out, everything will be too late. .
He Liansheng compromised, but put forward a condition: "When He Yin'er is in danger, you will protect her once."
Liang Xingyang nodded: "Okay!"
"Bring it here ! "
He Liansheng stretched out his hand and said in a stiff tone.
The souls summoned by the ghost's supernatural power are risky. As the supernatural power weakens, the souls of the dead are likely to mutate.
Only the soul-calling incense is the most reliable, which is why the old soul-caller's thinking is no different from that of a normal person. However, the soul-calling incense has great restrictions and can only be used once.
Liang Xingyang took a deep look at He Liansheng, suspecting in his heart that this old guy was plotting against him and trying to get the maximum benefit.
This thought was just for a moment.
"Rumble..."
The entire narrow and dark corridor shook violently, like an earthquake. As Tang Yerong, who was revived by the evil ghost, was taken away by Zhang Youhong, the ghost realm gradually became unsustainable and began to dissipate, and some black walls in the distance began to collapse.
And as the black wall collapsed, the invasion of Yin Yang Street became faster and faster.
He Liansheng's face became solemn: "Are there any relics of Luo Qian?"
Master of the Endless Cemetery.
Liang Xingyang thought quickly in his mind, He Liansheng wanted to recruit Luo Qian's soul and bury the entire Yin Yang Street.
But can the cemetery hold it?
"Give me Luo Qian's relics."
After making a wish, an old wicker chair appeared in front of him out of thin air.
Later.
A cold aura filled the air, and the supernatural power of wish enveloped the statues of Yang Jian, Zhang Xianguang, and the Gravedigger. The three statues began to levitate and flew out along the path opened by the puppet team.
Liang Xingyang put the few remaining soul-calling incense on the ground, picked up the carving knife on the ground, took a deep look at He Liansheng, and left here quickly.
Silence returned to the dim environment.
“The last time to summon the spirit!”
He Liansheng watched Liang Xingyang go away and murmured slowly.
He stepped forward, put his hands on the armrests of the wicker chair, and used his supernatural power to summon spirits.
Gradually.
On the originally empty wicker chair, a vague figure appeared out of nowhere and gradually appeared.
That was an old man, cold and weird, exuding a rotten aura, his eyes closed tightly, as if he would die at any time.
Suddenly.
The cemetery owner Luo Qian opened his eyes, and looked around with a pair of dark eyes without pupils, as if he was sizing up.
“It’s you, He Liansheng!”
After a while, Luo Qian slowly stood up from the wicker chair.
He Liansheng did not exchange greetings, but said very sincerely: "Mr. Luo, Yin and Yang Street is out of control. This city is where the headquarters is located. Young people cannot handle this supernatural place. I thought about it, maybe you are the only one." Only ghost masters of this level can We have a solution, please take action once."
"Yinyang Street Tang Yerong." A look of memory appeared on Luo Qian's wrinkled face, "It's time to clean up the mess left over from the Republic of China."
The next second.
The surrounding scene changed from the aisle to the wall.
Scanning the sight, within a thousand miles, there are black walls standing one after another. The obscure black mist permeates the top of the walls, like haze, and seems to be miasma, acting as the ceiling, forming a huge maze.
Perhaps this is the truth behind the codename Yin and Yang Realm. Yin and Yang Street in Daxiang City is just the tip of the iceberg that has emerged.
This is a cage that seals off the evil spirits, but unfortunately it has gotten out of control.
Suddenly.
The owner of the cemetery, Luo Qian, turned his head and looked in one direction. The people in the thick darkness seemed to be frightened, and quickly retreated without looking back.
In the smoke, He Liansheng's figure became increasingly blurry. The stick of incense was gradually being consumed and was about to disappear.
He Liansheng sighed: "I should go."
The cemetery owner Luo Qian did not respond. He had seen too many separations between life and death in his life, and he seemed to have seen through death.
A pair of dark eyes moved slightly, and the surrounding light disappeared instantly.
The light lasts only a moment, until the light shines brightly again.
This is no longer a maze of black walls, but a cemetery with no end in sight.
There are countless tombs standing in the cemetery, some old and new. Some have tombstones in front of them, some do not, some tombstones are tilted and collapsed, and some are standing normally. These tombs are connected The film formed a desolate and terrifying supernatural place.
“Bury here!”
Luo Qian waved his hand, and the surrounding grave soil surged. The black, dirty and smelly grave soil washed away like a roaring giant wave, sweeping away all the tall and tall people. The black wall was torn down and filled up.
Even Yin Yang Street, which has not yet completely settled into reality, has been suppressed and filled with a large amount of grave soil. The huge black maze is like a buried ancient city.
Even if one day the evil ghost can escape from the black wall, he will never see the light of day under the oppression of the grave soil.
The grave soil surged, He Liansheng and Luo Qian were also buried in it, and the area became silent. (End of this chapter)