Qin Meirou took the initiative to invite Liang Xingyang to have dinner. After Liang Xingyang agreed, Qin Meirou left happily.

Yang Jian directly sent Liu Xiaoyu to wait downstairs.

"If you want to participate in the ghost theater and the ghost incident, the ghost candle must be indispensable." Liang Xingyang told Yang Jian unreservedly the information he knew about the ghost incident and gave suggestions.

If it weren't for Guizhu, Liang Xingyang would have been killed on the ghost stage.

Yang Jian analyzed: "I will apply for ghost candles with the headquarters, otherwise I will not participate. My plan is to cooperate with the ghost controllers at the headquarters to suppress the ghosts, and take advantage of the gap between the restarts of the ghosts to open the fifth level of ghosts directly. Suppress Huanggang Village and take the opportunity to imprison the ghosts. As for the ghost theater, I don’t know if we can send it away directly."

The fifth level of ghosts can send away evil spirits, but they are not omnipotent. As long as the evil spirits are frightening enough, they can withstand red light, such as dead heads.

Liang Xingyang shook his head: "You can probably send away those numerous red paint chairs and human skins directly. But if you make the puzzle pieces of the ghost stage incomplete, it may cause the ghost show to get out of control."

As he spoke, he suddenly thought of the woman in white.

This suspected ghost controller from the Republic of China period can survive a ghost show to this day. His strength is absolutely terrifying. Moreover, the woman in white has been restricted by the ghost show for so long, so she must know the ghost show very well.

Liang Xingyang hesitated for a moment and decided to tell Yang Jian the information about the woman in white.

Yang Jian's expression changed: "I will pay attention."

We can't let this woman in white run away, otherwise Liang Xingyang will definitely be in trouble.

Liang Xingyang made a suggestion: "I suggest you control the third ghost to increase your strength, and then dismember the three ghosts from the human skin and take it with you. If you are in a desperate situation, it will help you tide over the difficulties at the last moment."

Yang Jian: "..."

In fact, he doesn't have a strong need to become a captain. After becoming a captain, he may have a lot of rights and resources, but he will also have a lot of troubles.

The headless ghost is dead, and there is a music box curse, so Yang Jian is interested in visiting the ghost village to get some credit. If it is too difficult, let him die, let alone the captain, it doesn't matter if he quits the headquarters.

Liang Xingyang is not an alarmist. In this S-class supernatural incident, the ghosts suppressed six ghosts. The number of suppressed ghosts may have become unknown. Moreover, the ghosts are ghosts in nature and are extremely difficult to imprison.

The supernatural power of the ghost play can control the body of the ghost master. If you listen to the play for a long time, the ghost master will fall into a deep sleep. Once asleep, something terrible will definitely happen. It may be a fatal attack, or other unknown supernatural changes may occur.

Living people cannot listen to ghost shows. The ghost theater is a man-made supernatural place. Once it gets out of control, it is likely to be an S-level supernatural event.

Liang Xingyang was thinking crazily in his mind, and then he suspected the identity of the woman in white.

Li Qingzhi, the manager of the Caesar Hotel, and Luo Qian, the owner of the Endless Cemetery. These powerful ghost controllers from the Republic of China are usually responsible for guarding a supernatural place. Could the woman in white also be the manager of this ghost theater?

Maybe he was overthinking it, and the other party was just a trapped ghost master?

"The side effects of a hatchet are too great. This broken knife is very suitable for dismembering human skin."

Liang Xingyang stopped thinking, took out the broken knife covered in old black blood, chopped himself ten times, dismembered the body into eleven pieces, and then used the deceiver to recover the injuries and make them intact again.

This broken knife has been restored to its most vivid and dazzling state.

Liang Xingyang took the golden suitcase in which the human skin was kept. As soon as he opened the suitcase, a strange dark brown figure immediately ran out of it and fled towards the door.

"Plop-plop-plop-plop, boom."

The extremely erratic heartbeats superimposed to form a thumping sound like a hammer drum.

The human skin paper was the first to bear the brunt and was affected by the supernatural power of the heartbeat. The dark brown human skin seemed to be absorbed by the strong wind of level 12 and began to make a hunting sound.

There is no heart in the human silhouette, but there is an illusion that a foreign body is beating inside.

The sound of the heartbeat overlaps the sound of the heartbeat, and the supernatural curse of death takes effect instantly.

The human skin collapsed like a fragile paper house, and the supernatural curse of mortality suppressed the activities of the human skin. The human skin collapsed to the ground instantly, falling into silence for more than ten seconds, dozens of seconds, or even a minute or two.

Liang Xingyang came up with a knife, stared at the only body parts of the humanoid figure, raised the blood-red broken knife, quickly dropped it, and dismembered the legs of the strange figure, then dismembered the hands with the second knife, and finally the third

The knife dismembered the head, and the outline of the human figure collapsed instantly without the support of these evil ghosts.

The three ghosts that Human Skin traded with Liang Xingyang were dismembered by him again, which is equivalent to Human Skin serving him for free.

After more than ten seconds, the ghost-heart-death supernatural attack suppressed and disappeared. The dark brown human skin on the surface of the three fierce ghosts fell off one after another, slowly squirmed and crawled, returned to the outline of the human form, and automatically bonded together.

Soon, the human skin continued to shrink and became smaller and smaller. A piece of dark brown human skin paper fell quietly on the ground without any movement.

Liang Xingyang put the three dismembered ghosts into a golden box, walked over and grabbed the human skin paper, and was not afraid that he would be swallowed by the human skin paper.

As soon as he picked up the human skin paper, a word "Ghost?" immediately appeared on the dark brown human skin.

Soon, the word seemed to be erased by something.

Then a line of words appeared on the human skin paper: "My name is Liang Xingyang. When you read this letter, I will be dead."

"I dismembered the human skin and took away the three ghosts. I wanted the human skin to listen to my words. Unfortunately, the human skin rejected my request. In the end, I got nothing."

Liang Xingyang's face was calm and he didn't care, and handed the human skin paper to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian came over with two black ceramic jars, took the human skin paper, and asked in a deep voice: "If you still want to have a chance to see the light of day again, tell me which jar the ghost hand is in? If you say you don't know, I will put you

Locked in a golden container and buried 10,000 meters underground, he may never appear in the world."

This was a test. If the human skin paper made up its mind not to disclose information, Yang Jian would have no use taking it to Huanggang Village. He might as well bury it to avoid future troubles.

There was no movement on the human skin paper. After two minutes, he chose to lower his head, and a word "right" slowly appeared on it.

Human skin paper can't lie. Yang Jian nodded with satisfaction, threw the human skin paper into a small golden bag, imprisoned it, and put it in his arms.

…

On a certain highway in the west of Dajing City, a white light flashed next to the bus license plate, and a skinny woman in white suddenly appeared.

"Wow, where is this?" Shen Lan's eyes widened, looking at the endless flow of cars and modern high-rise buildings in front of her, a touch of shock appeared on her face.

"Hello, uncle, what era are we in now and where are we?" Shen Lan grabbed a middle-aged uncle who was waiting for the bus and asked enthusiastically.

"Fuck, it's so ugly. Well, it stinks. I...I don't know anything." The middle-aged uncle broke away from Shen Lan, covered his nose and ran away as fast as he could.

Shen Lan twitched her nose slightly, and sure enough she smelled a strong sour smell. Then she lowered her head and looked at her ghost-like face. She looked downcast, her eyes were red and her nose was slightly sour. She forced a smile and said: "It doesn't matter, wait until I recover." Even though she lost her appearance, she is still loved by everyone.”

She walked a little further, grabbed a vegetable seller again, and finally asked about the current era and the city she was in.

“Ding-deng-deng.”

Shen Lan looked a little lost. She walked aimlessly on her white high heels, past high-rise buildings, past the fancy clothes of modern people, and unknowingly came to the highway zebra crossing. She stopped with everyone at the red light and waited. When the light turns green, follow the crowd.

"Brother Shu Heng, Brother Qin, Uncle Zhang, Aunt Meng..." Shen Lan clasped her hands and counted them, holding back her tears, "It's been sixty years, where are they? How should I find them? Won't they already be... …”

"By the way, there is also the little thief. The clothes he is wearing are products of this era, so he should still be alive."

She died countless times in the ghost theater and was resurrected countless times. It is no longer clear how much time has passed outside.

Shen Lan shuttled among the crowd, but she felt so lonely, like a lonely soul left over from the previous era, helpless, drifting like a duckweed.

"Woooooooo..."

Shen Lan cried, feeling abandoned by the times.

If everyone she knew disappeared, who could prove that she had ever been in this world?

After a long time, Shen Lan finally stopped crying and tried to remember: "This place used to be called Dabei City, but now it is called Dajing City. Brother Shuheng likes to collect stories everywhere, so I'm afraid I can't find him. But Uncle Qin used to live in the fourth city in the north of the city. In the big house at the corner of the alley, counting the time, if Brother Qin had not died of old age, he should still be living in his ancestral house."

"Reincarnation, I was a ghost in my previous life, I am a human being in this life, I will be reincarnated forever."

Shen Lan looked very depressed, her white dress and white high heels exuded a pale light, and she completely disappeared.
Chapter completed!