The two of them continued to move along the road, against the crowd.

As I continued walking forward, I discovered some paper flowers that suddenly appeared in the green belt on the roadside.

Paper flowers are randomly inserted into the soil, and if you don't distinguish them carefully, it is difficult to notice them among the bushes.

But looking around, the paper flowers in the green belt have gradually become denser and sparse, and even farther away they have replaced the green belt, like a sea of ​​flowers.

Liang Xingyang glanced at it and didn't care.

This is just a mark of a certain boundary. On the road of no return, we are about to enter the world of ghosts from the ghost county.

Yang Jian remained silent and did not go deeper. His ghostly eyes were constantly spying on the surroundings, but he had not found any abnormalities yet.

Liang Xingyang thought that Yang Jian was worried, so he explained: "There are folk rumors that flowers bloom on the other side, attracting the souls of the dead. If we continue along the road and go deeper, we will leave Baishui Town, a place where supernatural beings meet. From crossing the road to reaching the opposite side, it is equivalent to

When I reach the other shore, there is the world of the dead, and the wooden house I am looking for is there."

"To be on the safe side, I'll get my weapon first."

After Yang Jian looked sideways and finished speaking, a puddle of water flowed out from under his feet. Two pale hands stretched out from the water, holding a cracked spear in a balanced posture and handed it to him.

Yang Jian held the cracked spear in his hand, and an inexplicable momentum surged out.

"I'll lead the way."

Liang Xingyang walked in front holding a black paper umbrella.

As they went deeper, the tall trees in the green belt on the roadside disappeared, and there were fewer and fewer buildings on both sides. Paper flowers of various colors completely replaced the green belt and served as the scenery on both sides.

Liang Xingyang did not hesitate and led Yang Jian to the other side of the road.

Just a few steps onto this road, the scenery on the other side of the road disappeared in an instant, replaced by wandering people. There were many of them, and they were so huge that the end could not be seen at a glance.

The next moment.

Liang Xingyang suddenly noticed that Yang Jian behind him suddenly disappeared.

People are crowded, and now everyone is like a small boat in the sea. Even if they are very close, they can easily get lost if they are not careful. This is what happened now.

"Take me to Yang Jian."

A stream of thick, black blood squirmed on the white arm, forming a line of crooked black writing.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and a metal-shell compass appeared out of thin air in his hand. He looked at the direction and walked forward.

"Puff thump thump."

The white misty ghosts spread out, and the ghost's heart beat slowly.

The dead souls approaching him were first squeezed away by ghosts, and the sound of heartbeats spread. Whether they were dead souls or evil ghosts, six figures suddenly froze each time and fell to the ground one after another.

Liang Xingyang had an expressionless face. In the original work, the ghost dog found the wooden house because of Wang Shanshan's coordinates. But now that there is a ghost closet, he doesn't worry about not finding the wooden house.

Find Yang Jian first, and then go find the wooden house together.

There are dead souls everywhere, with no end in sight.

The souls of the dead wandered aimlessly, and as time passed, the strange souls of the dead suddenly approached him.

Liang Xingyang's footsteps suddenly stopped, he looked at an old figure intently, and said with a trembling voice: "Grandpa?"

Obviously these dead souls are so strange, but in the blink of an eye, I find that some of the dead souls have become so familiar, but the familiar people are all dead people, not living people.

They are classmates, friends, relatives, and enemies.

The dead souls reflect the people most familiar to people in their hearts.

"If you want to reach the other side, you can't be deceived by the dead souls. I know! These dead souls are fake."

Even though he knew it was false, Liang Xingyang could not calmly witness the death of his relatives and friends, so he slowly closed his eyes.

The ghost's heart is still beating, cold but warm.

Listen to the heartbeat.

There was noise everywhere in his ears, heartbeats of various frequencies, as if the world had turned into a world of sound.

Countless weak heartbeats were approaching him, indicating that countless dead souls were swarming towards him.

Everyone he knew was reaching out to him for help, begging him to take them out of here.

However, Liang Xingyang chose to turn a blind eye to all this.

The curse of death in the ghost's heart broke out without hesitation, quickly taking away the souls of the dead and cutting off everything in the past.

Horrible heart palpitations filled the air, and the wails of the dead souls came one after another.

The mortal spirit is like a sickle. When it is swung, it harvests the lives of all the souls within a hundred meters, leaving a vacuum zone of a hundred meters.

"It is nothing, so how can it attract dust?"

Liang Xingyang opened his eyes, and his bright silver pupils reflected the tragic scene of corpses strewn across the field. He felt neither happy nor sad.

He left here and continued to search for Yang Jian, following the guidance of the metal-cased compass.

…

On the other side, Yang Jian did more ruthlessly, the ghost shadow spread, the medium triggered the cracked spear, and drew a long semicircular trajectory. He witnessed the familiar souls die under the knife, and the curse of the hatchet broke out.

Previously restarted itself at no cost.

This kind of determination and ruthlessness also made no dead soul within the range dare to approach anymore, and they all took the initiative to avoid it.

Yang Jian's eyes flashed with determination: "People cannot be resurrected after death, so I don't need to worry about it. I can simply destroy this unrealistic and slim hope and live in the present."

This was his purpose. After all, not everyone is hard-hearted enough to see through the souls of their loved ones. It would be best to grit your teeth and deal with it quickly while your sense is still alive. It will be useless to regret it.

soon.

The scarlet light collided with the white misty ghosts.

After Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian reunited, they didn't say much. Under the guidance of the ghost cabinet, they found a correct direction and went deep into this supernatural place again.

As time passed, the two of them walked deeper and deeper. It was easy to lose their way as they continued walking, and they were not sure whether they could still find their way back.

Yang Jian wanted to leave the stagnant water as a retreat, but the stagnant water dried up strangely. Because he went too deep into the supernatural place, even the ghost lake was strongly disturbed and could not be used as an anchor point for teleportation.

Liang Xingyang's eyes flickered, and he even suspected that the ghost cabinet had lost its way in the supernatural interference and pointed them in the wrong direction.

He made up his mind to hold on for another hour, otherwise he would have to give up the operation.

But there is no way back, so what can you do?

The sea of ​​​​people is vast and there is no end in sight.

They didn't know how long they walked, how long they walked, how many wandering ghosts they avoided, and how many familiar dead souls they killed.

When Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian couldn't help but feel uneasy.

finally.

A flash of neon light appeared.

The number of dead souls around them gradually decreased, and they began to see the vague outline of a building.

As the distance got closer, the place was deserted, except for a single wooden house built here. There were almost no wandering souls near the wooden house, and they seemed to dare not approach it.

Various colorful lanterns hang under the eaves of the wooden house, shining with neon light, like a lighthouse guiding ships on the vast sea.

They both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Crunch."
Chapter completed!