"Kill him!" He Yin'er said.
The man with braided hair and the woman with embroidered hair immediately raised her head and stepped forward together. Only the last old man sighed, and he raised the pickaxe, "I have decided not to care about the affairs of the future generations, but you, after all, are my successors."
"Since God is so will, then bury it!"
The old man raised the iron pickaxe in his hand and waved it left and right in the air. The light and slow strokes made people wonder if there was the force to kill the mosquitoes.
But just like this, the man with braids and the woman with embroidery fell down in a daze.
He Yin'er's eyes widened and asked, "What are you doing?"
The old man turned around, his old face full of vicissitudes of seeing through the world: "Little girl, no one tells you, should you find out the other person's identity before summoning the soul?"
Luo Yi took a step forward, raised his hand and pinched He Yin'er and raised it, "You seem to have forgotten a little. If I can save you, I can kill you!" He used a little force in his palm.
After a crisp sound, Taiping Ancient Town finally cut off its inheritance in the torrent of history.
"Without the soul-summoner, my power cannot be maintained. There are only so many people who can help you." The cemetery owner Luo Qian pulled the corner of his mouth and looked at Luo Yi with a gentle and calm expression.
"Enough!"
Luo Yi put down the corpse and punched He Yuelian.
He Yuelian was wearing a red dress and a red cloth covered her head, making her face difficult to see.
But the moment Luo Yi took action, a pretty face of horror was reflected in his heart.
The red skirt and the veil flew, but in the end it was still impossible to resist the slight pinch.
"It's a waste to give you ghost paintings." Luo Yi sneered.
On the other side, Yang Jian and Zhang Xianguang turned around and happened to meet Chen Qiaoyang, who looked numb and cold.
"Chen Qiaoyang!" Zhang Xianguang said word by word.
"He is controlling me!"
"It's you who suppresses it!"
Two completely different voices came from the middle-aged man's body, as if two different personalities were competing for control of the body.
"What a scheming!" Yang Jian's face looked ugly.
As early as when he was in the old Wang family, Luo Yi buried a secret trick in Chen Qiaoyang's body. This method has been hidden until today. It is now used, and the effect is indeed extraordinary.
Zhang Xianguang was extremely angry and picked up the knife and slashed it.
Seeing this knife, Chen Qiaoyang was panicked, while Luo Yi laughed.
Under the two extreme emotions, the Ghost Man is divided into two parts.
Yang Jian slashed at the media in front of him with a knife, but found that the chaotic footprints had all disappeared at this moment, as if they had never appeared.
"Fake, all fake." He suddenly realized that all the media were deliberately released by Luo Yi to confuse his audio-visual, and the real one left no media at all.
But what made him even more panicked was that he suddenly found that Wei Jing was still moving.
"Wei Jing, what are you waiting for?"
"Yes, Wei Jing, what are you waiting for?" Luo Yi smiled.
Wei Jing took a step forward when he heard this, raised the ghost rope in his hand, but not to Luo Yi, but to Yang Jian.
Looking at the other party's numb and cold eyes, Yang Jian's expression changed in this moment.
"He also tampered with Wei Jing's body. Is it the Huanggang Village incident or the ghost coffin out of control."
"If he had started to make arrangements at that time, then, I." Yang Jian suddenly felt cold all over his body. He raised his hand, and the pair of ghost hands were still stationed on his wrist, but his sixth sense was Tell him clearly that something seemed to be wrong with those ghost hands, just like in the next moment, it would pinch its neck and twist it off.
"All the ghosts that appear in front of him may have problems, such as ghost eyes, ghost hands, ghost shrouds"
“There is only the moment now.”
"Nightmare!"
"Zhang Xianguang", Yang Jian, who realized everything, shouted, and then a thick wolf dog jumped out of his body, and with the help of the knife that Zhang Xianguang cut down, and the blood that seemed to never flow into Luo Yi's body.
The next moment, the sky was spinning.
A quaint and old wooden school appeared.
Evil Ghost School.
There are many students in this school, but those students seem to have lost their color, wearing black clothes and pale all over, like dead people, and the strange thing is that they are also among them.
"What the hell is going on?" Wei Jing asked in surprise, and he was stunned.
"None of this is real, but a scene constructed by some supernatural power, and it does not happen in the real world, but in our consciousness..." Yang Jian explained.
He also sat at a desk, his body motionless.
It was not that he was unwilling to move, but that he could not move at all, but he glanced over and found that Zhang Xianguang was also here, but he sat a little further back.
He, Wei Jing and Luo Yi sat in the same row as if they had been arranged.
"The supernatural power cannot be used." Wei Jing tried it.
"Don't work hard. Here, unless conscious evil spirits protect, everyone is no different from ordinary people." Zhang Xianguang said calmly.
"You want to use this to kill Luo Yi." Wei Jing thought to himself, his eyes rolling. The outside of this small school was pitch black, with at least twenty or thirty strange students sitting around him, mixing into it at his age It seems out of place.
As they were talking, the door of the ancient private school slowly creaked a creepy creaking and then opened.
A biting cold and pissed breath poured into the room.
With a slow and heavy footsteps, a figure dressed in worn clothes and exuding a dead silence appeared at the door, holding a rusty machete in his hand.
Is it Zhang Xianguang?
No, this person is not Zhang Xianguang.
Although he was tall, his face was strange and wrinkled, and his face was covered with black and blue marks. There was no vitality on his body, as if he had been dead for many days but had suddenly resurrected.
"It's a ghost!"
This thought flashed through the four people almost at the same time.
The ghost was approaching step by step with a machete in his hand, but they were as unmovable as fish on the chopping board and could not be slaughtered. This feeling of powerlessness has brought their fear to the extreme.
"In order to kill me, I really used all my skills." Luo Yi's voice was low, with a bit of coldness.
The ghost suddenly stopped after only a few steps, then suddenly raised the rusty machete in his hand and slashed at the head of a student next to him. The strange student still sat still in place until his head was cut off and his body began to dissipate quickly. In the end, there was no trace left, leaving only an empty seat.
The ghost continued to slowly approach Luo Yi and others. After walking a few steps, it raised its machete again, and another strange student disappeared in an instant, leaving only another empty space.
"This ghost guy has almost no rules to do it, it seems to be a random choice of target."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
A chill came in Wei Jing's heart. He realized that if he continued to stay like this, one of them would sooner or later be targeted by the ghost and suffer the same fate.
If Zhang Xianguang dies here, the outside self will definitely die, but the cruelty of the matter is here. Even if they know the danger, they are completely powerless to resist and can only sit and wait for death.
"If you want to realize your ambitions, in addition to personal strength and opportunities in the times, you also need an indispensable thing, that is luck!" Zhang Xianguang, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly spoke, "You are indeed very strong, but I want to see It depends on whether your luck is the same! ”
Yang Jian looked out the window with a look of his eyes. His body was most severely eroded by evil spirits. He had no palms on both arms. In this case, he was even weaker than ordinary people.
But he also has an advantage, that is, he still has a nightmare, as long as the dog can come before the butcher knife falls on his neck, he can turn defeat into victory.
In fact, the dog was already at the door.
It’s not that this dog is too strong, but that Zhang Xianguang deliberately relaxed external restrictions. They want to make sure that Luo Yi is solved here.
While talking, the ghost approached again.
This time it came to Wei Jing and waved its knife. With one knife, Wei Jing's head rolled to the ground.
A captain died like this.
It is silent and worthless, just like the weeds on the roadside, being pulled out casually.
"Next is." Yang Jian's forehead was sweating coldly, because after the ghost cut Wei Jing to death, he did not move, but still stopped in this row, which proved that the next target was still this row.
Now the only living people in this row are left, he and Luo Yi, but his dog has not yet been able to invade.
"Are you nervous?"
Yang Jian's eyes turned suddenly and he stared at Luo Yi, "At this time, this guy dared to speak, so he was not afraid of attracting the attention of this evil ghost!"
As if he heard his heart's voice, the evil ghost moved over step by step, and then stood in the middle of him and Luo Yi.
The ghost lifted the knife, and the stiff dead head slowly turned, and the big knife with blood dripping also slashed through the air. The blood of the fishy smell slid down, accompanied by the rumbling heartbeat.
Yang Jian didn't dare to blink, and then he saw the ghost raise a high sword and then slashed it hard.
Click~
The seat cracked and the wood chips flew.
"It seems that my luck is not as good as you!" Luo Yi stood in the aisle, avoiding the sword that the evil ghost must kill with a slight difference.
"You can actually move!" Zhang Xianguang, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly widened his pupils.
"He's gone, then I'm the one left!" Yang Jian's heart was about to jump into his throat. Just as the sword fell down again, a unique roar of a beast sounded, followed by an inconspicuously thick one. The wolfdog broke through the door and then knocked him into the back row with constant speed.
"That's great, bite him to death!" Yang Jian, who escaped from death, immediately made the most cruel and decisive decision.
However, the tall wolf dog, who was extremely ferocious just now, crawled down as if he had seen a natural enemy when he saw Luo Yi.
"Nightmare!?" Yang Jian never expected this scene and stood there.
"I forgot to tell you that in consciousness, I am stronger than outside!" Luo Yi took the big knife from the ghost's hand, and the school broke through with two crisp sounds of swords.
The darkness faded away, golden light soared into the sky, and the clouds in the sky were pushed by the airflow, showing a clear sky with a high sky and a wide sea.
"Congratulations!"
A man's voice rang.
Luo Yi tore the ghost realm and stepped out calmly from it.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help," the man continued.
"No, Wang Chaling, you have helped." Luo Yi didn't care. For him, this ally had already helped the biggest thing.
Wang Chaling pushed his glasses, "It seems that the Wang family curse is about to end today." As he spoke, he did not feel excited about the upcoming goal he had been trying hard and he was trying hard to achieve. Instead, he felt a little sad and a little sad. At a loss.
"So I'm also a pretentious person." He laughed at himself.
"You can cry loudly, don't worry, I won't laugh at you." On the other side of the road, Ye Zhen walked over with a sword in a swaying manner.
"Sure enough, you are still the strongest, but it is absolutely impossible for me to give up this power so easily. If you want, you can defeat me with dignity!"
Ye Zhen raised the sword horizontally, without any negative emotions, only a high-spirited fighting spirit.
He knew Luo Yi’s plan, and in fact all the captains knew, but he did not choose to ambush Luo Yi with Yang Jian and others, because that would not be Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen is a strong man, and the strong man cannot do ghostly things.
Luo Yi smiled and raised his long sword, "Okay, then let's fight in a dignified battle!"
Then after a knife, Ye Zhen abandoned the sword and worshiped him. At this point, the younger generation has no longer stopped them. (This chapter ends)