Chapter 460 Seizing the Future
“Incredible, he really ate the ghost ship.”
Zhang Bohua’s cloudy eyes showed shock, and his face with loose skin and wrinkles was full of shock. Twitching naturally.
Sister Hong said with a gloomy face: "We are in big trouble."
"Tap tap tap~"
Shrouded in dust.
Liang Xingyang's figure walked out alone. Every time he took a step, the supernatural power on the grave soil beneath his feet would disappear, leaving a blue-black footprint.
After he walked through, the footprints began to seep out of the scarlet lake water, turning into puddles of small puddles. These small puddles connected together to form a long and thin stream, with the scarlet lake water in it. Roaring, the blood lake that had been suppressed by the grave soil quickly revived.
"He is stealing the supernatural beings on the grave soil." At this time, Sister Hong suddenly opened her eyes wide and exclaimed in disbelief.
The endless cemetery is fading, and the supernatural power within it is rapidly disappearing.
Countless tombstones fell over, and the tombs buried in a small amount of lake water collapsed. The wet and disheveled female corpse crawled out of the tomb, turning into a ball of lake water and submerging more grave soil.
The Endless Cemetery turned into a wet swamp, and the crimson lake was constantly overflowing, quickly engulfing the cemetery.
“Puppet man?”
Liang Xingyang’s eyes moved and he noticed something.
Then he stopped, bent down and stretched his arms into the swamp at his feet, and grabbed out a struggling puppet covered in mud.
At the moment of contact, the terrible suppression belonging to the bus and the ghost ship took effect immediately, and the puppet fell into silence for an instant.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Qian's face on the puppet's face quickly blurred, and his figure and clothes also became dim and unreal. The supernatural being copied on it was forcibly erased, turning him into a real puppet without facial features.
Unimaginable changes continue.
The puppet man's supernatural power is disappearing, as if he has experienced decades of ravages in a blink of an eye. The strange red wood has become dim and yellow, with pitted marks on it, exuding a cold feeling. Obscure taste.
In a few seconds, the supernatural power on the puppet was completely lost, and it disintegrated directly under the eyes of everyone, turning into a pile of rotten wood that no one wanted.
Zhang Bohua said: "Kill him and end the battle directly."
He is moving, the terrifying medicinal fragrance on his body is spreading, and the supernatural power of sleeping ghosts is affecting the surroundings.
"I'm afraid we are no match."
Sister Hong's face was as gloomy as water, and with a wave of her hand, terrible supernatural effects were affecting the surroundings. Rows of puppets appeared nearby, and these puppets quickly became They each dress up their appearance and transform into new people.
Countless Luo Wensong, Luo Qian, Meng Xiaodong, and Li Qingzhi appeared, and a huge crowd came towards him.
"It's too late, you are no longer worthy of being my opponent."
Liang Xingyang sneered and dropped the rotten wood in his hand. His dark eyes turned scarlet in an instant, and countless cracks appeared in his perspective.
He raised a hand and used his palm as a knife to make a random stroke along the torn perspective.
The supernatural being that dismembered everything appeared, and the world seemed to be split into two in an instant, with a serious split.
Countless puppet corpses were separated, and their heads fell to the ground with a rumble. Only their bodies remained stiffly in place, maintaining a running posture.
"Are you kidding?"
Sister Hong retreated quickly when she saw that the situation was not good, but the cheongsam at her neck suddenly tore open, making her heart thump.
The pale and cold skin was torn, and black blood spattered out. There were also terrible cracks in the puppet's body. Two-thirds of the wooden neck was torn off, and the head tilted down weakly.
"Ah..."
Xiao Ru screamed and held her head hard. The break in her neck was flat, but the look in her eyes gradually disappeared.
Zhang Bohua's head also fell off, plopping into the scarlet lake water at his feet. Scarlet palms emerged from the water, trying to take away his head.
However, Zhang Bohua, who had only one head left, was still not dead. He wanted to resist the water ghost that attacked him, but he could not sense the powerful ghost that was controlling him. It was as if his head and body had become strangers and were cut off from each other.
Just as he watched his head being taken away, the scene in front of him suddenly regressed rapidly.
Restart affects everything around you.
“Boom!!!!”
Mr. Qin banged his cane and used restart to reverse the past results.
However, as soon as the restart appeared, it was immediately invaded, interfered and blocked by a blue-black haze.
“Dong dong dong…”
Mr. Qin stood still, with illusory versions of himself emerging around him. Countless crutches struck immediately, continuing to reverse the future, with this Restart all areas together.
“Recognize the facts.”
As the scene regressed, Liang Xingyang appeared next to Mr. Qin with a pair of scarlet eyes open, his whole body shrouded in red light.
The past and future have long been blocked by his ghost eyes.
With a gentle stroke of his palm, the countless illusory figures surrounding Mr. Qin were dismembered and disappeared.
The next moment, he reached out and grabbed Mr. Qin's body. His blue-black fingers were like sharp hatchets, instantly piercing the body covered with corpse spots.
The suppression of coffin nails takes effect quickly.
After Mr. Qin fell into a deep sleep, the supernatural power in his body began to drain away quickly like a flood. After a while, it was taken away and turned into an ordinary corpse.
“It’s your turn.”
In the thick haze, a devil-like whisper came out.
Soon.
The bodies of Sister Hong and Zhang Bohua floated on the blood lake, drifting with the blood waves and swaying. They could only look at the haze that covered the sky with desperate and unwilling eyes.
...
The place shrouded in haze was completely silent, and occasionally a strange and penetrating cry sounded from a certain corner. The vast blood lake that swallowed up most of the city was constantly rolling, making the sound of rushing water. A few bubbles occasionally popped up, emitting a wet and fishy smell.
On a huge signboard of a high-rise building in the city, the neon light chirped, struggled for a few breaths and then went out without any lights.
Liang Xingyang was standing on the signboard at the moment, surrounded by countless illusory versions of himself, exchanging information with each other and predicting his own future.
Dialogue with your future self is Mr. Qin’s supernatural power. Now it is taken by him and used to predict the future that will happen at six o'clock in the evening.
An illusory self spoke, but no voice came out: "At 6:10 in the evening, I failed. My current strength cannot resist the recovery of the whole world, but I did not die in the hands of ghosts, but changed in the end. Became the new mirror ghost consciousness.”
A death message appeared.
Another fantasy self then spoke: "I changed my strategy and made a bold attempt before six o'clock in the evening. I ate half of the supernatural beings in this fictional world, and I achieved it in the confrontation with the evil ghost. I achieved a supernatural balance, but because of this I was unable to break this balance, and ended up being trapped here.”
This is a failed future.
Another Xuhuan himself said: "I summed up the experience of failure and felt that the reason for failure may be not eating enough. Before six o'clock in the evening, I captured 90% of the supernatural beings in this world, and six After the point arrived, I succeeded in killing the ghost, but in the end I failed and became the ghost's new consciousness."
Another desperate result.
Liang Xingyang's eyes were deep, and he waved his hand to disperse the three illusory selves, took out a piece of dark brown human skin, and stared at it.
The human skin paper once revealed a plan for the future. If the ghost can be killed and controlled, everything will turn around.
But for that turning point, even if he used the ghost closet to control the human skin, there was still no specific information disclosed.
The source of this world, the devil, seems to be an existence that cannot be deduced even from human skin.
Liang Xingyang murmured: "Based on Mr. Qin's prediction and the calculation ability of human skin paper, maybe we can help me find the right plan."
First update.
(End of this chapter)