After the collapse of the six ghost ghosts, the number of ghosts suppressed by Ghost Chaos Wujie was restored to six, but suddenly a rusty coffin nail was nailed to his neck.

There was an inexplicable ferocity in Zhao Kaiming's eyes, and he looked viciously at the old woman who suddenly fell into stillness and fell limply to the ground.

At this moment, Li Jun and Wang Yue also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, the damn thing was crucified."

"Professor Wang's research is correct. This coffin nail can suppress the evil ghost without any solution."

After the wish was fulfilled, it meant that someone else in his family would be killed by the wishing ghost. Zhao Kaiming's face was gloomy at this time, and there was no trace of happiness in his heart.

"Chichi."

There was a sound of unstable current and voltage.

The light bulb in the mourning hall suddenly flickered.

Wang Yue couldn't help but take a step back and said in horror: "There is another ghost here."

Li Jun was startled when he heard this. When he turned around, he saw a vague figure sitting on the coffin. This evil ghost seemed to be walking down from the coffin lid.

Li Jun's will-o'-the-wisp ignited again, and he stared warily at the vague sound beside the coffin.

Zhao Kaiming narrowed his eyes and did not choose to interfere.

"boom."

The vague ghostly figure stretched out his hand to hold the coffin lid. With a slight sound, the tightly sealed coffin lid was opened a little.

"Plop~Plop~"

A faint heartbeat came from the coffin.

"Oh my god, there's a ghost in the coffin."

Li Jun's expression changed, and he hurriedly pulled Wang Yue, who couldn't accept it, back quickly.

"One ghost is releasing another ghost." Wang Yue shouted in horror.

Zhao Kaiming's face was particularly ugly. Could it be that he had guessed wrong and that the thing in the coffin was not Liang Xingyang, but... a ghost?

As the vague figure coming down from the coffin completely opened the coffin lid, a pale hand suddenly appeared and rested on the coffin.

Li Jun and Zhao Kaiming were ready and their spirits were high.

Wang Yue was praying that the evil ghost wouldn't be too scary, otherwise he would really die here.

The blurry figure next to the coffin became even blurrier at this moment, and disappeared in the next second.

The "person" in the coffin now sat up holding the coffin.

Half of the body was exposed.

It was a young man with a pale face, as if he had been dead for a long time. The limbs that could not be covered by his clothes were pale and without a trace of blood, just like a real corpse that had suddenly become a corpse.

The young man opened his eyes and looked ahead. There was a dead and numb color in those eyes. The numb eyes moved slightly and soon regained the look of a living person.

Zhao Kaiming breathed a sigh of relief.

This young man is none other than Liang Xingyang.

Liang Xingyang regained consciousness and completed his resurrection.

However, he didn't know yet that the attack would hit the trap of human skin, and he thought he had successfully completed the plan.

He asked in surprise: "You escaped?"

Unexpectedly, Li Jun and his party really got rid of Gui Cha's ghosts and fled to the mourning hall. So, the balance between all their ghosts and Gui Cha's suppression positions was restored, and Gui Cha did not attack them?

etc.

Liang Xingyang's eyes narrowed and he saw the old woman on the ground and the coffin nails stuck in her neck.

The time doesn't match up.

How could they limit the ghosts so quickly?

I seem to have slept for a long time?

Liang Xingyang had an unknown premonition in his heart.

Wang Yue said in horror: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Liang Xingyang frowned, came back to his senses, and glanced at the ghost rope around Wang Yue's neck: "Are you about to revive the ghost and have a mental problem? Of course I am a ghost controller."

Li Jun reacted and immediately asked: "Who is you? Where is Feng Quan?"

"Liang Xingyang."

No time to discuss.

Because out of the corner of his vision, Liang Xingyang had noticed that the body of an old man on the ground was slowly squirming.

Liang Xingyang quickly walked out of the coffin and warned in horror: "Be careful behind you."

Li Jun frowned, the other party actually played such a little trick on him.

"Ah..." Wang Yue shouted loudly, "Is there another ghost?"

Have they fallen into a ghost nest?

Wang Yue pulled out a handful of hair and almost collapsed mentally.

Li Jun was shocked. He turned around and found that it was the old man who was shot in the head by Ye Feng. He stood up stiffly.

Zhao Kaiming looked ugly and quickly returned to the mourning hall.

Liang Xingyang looked at the coffin nail on the old woman's neck, gritted his teeth, ran over and pulled out the coffin nail.

Zhao Kaiming said in horror: "No, don't pull out the nail."

Li Jun was shocked: "You lunatic, you actually pulled out the coffin nails and released the evil ghost. If I had known this, I should have killed you."

Wang Yue pulled two handfuls of hair, his pupils dilated, and he murmured with a stupid look: "Oh my God."

A smile appeared on Liang Xingyang's lips, and the coffin nails finally returned to his hands.

Zhao Kaiming rushed over, grabbed him by the collar and roared: "Are you crazy? Or you don't know the horror of this ghost at all!"

Liang Xingyang raised his head high and was lifted up by Zhao Kaiming. Without hesitation, he punched him directly. Zhao Kaiming was hit on the side of the face and he staggered back.

He glanced sideways at the ghost mission that had been restarted, and quickly grabbed Zhao Kaiming, who was beaten into confusion, and ran to Li Jun and Wang Yue.

"Listen up! There is only one ghost in Huanggang Village, codenamed Gui Cha. Not only can it suppress the evil ghost without any solution, but it can also restart indefinitely.

Now the old woman's evil spirit has been directly transferred to this old man. We can no longer be scattered and alone, otherwise we will definitely be attacked."

"Now that the coffin is open, please make way for me and let the ghosts return to the coffin. We still have a chance of survival, otherwise you will all die here."

Liang Xingyang spoke for a long time with great seriousness, and the old man looked over with his sallow, lifeless eyes.

Liang Xingyang suddenly felt horrified and growled: "Get out of the way!"

Li Jun clenched his fists, wondering, but chose to stay away from the coffin.

Zhao Kaiming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Liang Xingyang sinisterly, and then left rationally.

Wang Yue's condition is not very good.

He covered his ears with his hands and yelled crazily, with a somewhat crazy look in his eyes as he stared at the ghosts who were walking towards him step by step.

He had some mental problems, and he still stretched out a hand and pointed at Guizhao with trembling fingers.

Suddenly, old straw ropes drooped all over the sky, and the entire mourning hall was covered with nooses. Not only did they wrap around Gui Cha's neck, but Liang Xingyang and others were not spared either.

"Well."

His neck was wrapped, and a strong sense of suffocation swept through Liang Xingyang, but he was indifferent because he was no longer a living person, but a corpse that relied on supernatural power to maintain life.

A pale hand grabbed the straw rope, and the cold breath eroded it. The straw rope suddenly broke, and Liang Xingyang fell steadily.

Li Jun was also hung up, but a miserable green will-o'-the-wisp flashed away, and the straw rope was burned to ashes.

Instead, Zhao Kaiming was hung up directly. He was just an ordinary person, and he was unwilling to use the supernatural power of the wishing ghost.

Zhao Kaiming's face turned red from being suppressed, his hands and feet kept moving wildly, and he was looking longingly at Li Jun and Liang Xingyang.

Liang Xingyang smiled with a smile on his lips, and stepped forward to pull Zhao Kaiming down. The cold breath eroded the straw rope, and the straw rope broke instantly.

"Cough cough cough."

Zhao Kaiming fell to the ground and kept coughing.

Wang Yue was also hung up, his face turned red from suppressing it. He had a mental problem and used supernatural powers to attack everyone wantonly. The ghost rope took the opportunity to revive and strangled his neck into a thin thread. The rope was hung on the mourning hall without any traces.

The wind sways automatically.

Wang Yue's eyes suddenly regained their clarity for a short time, but it was too late. His mouth suddenly grew larger, his face became ashen, and his body swayed automatically with the calm wind.

Wang Yue died and the ghost revived.

Naturally, the falling supernatural creature straw rope cannot stop the ghost.

The ghost driver slowly approached Wang Yue, ignoring the hanging body and the revived ghost rope. Perhaps the priority of returning to the coffin was higher than anything else.

Gui Cha held the coffin with one hand and fell into the coffin in a strange posture. This movement was like a dazzling Thomas Spin.

Fortunately, I only completed half a circle.

A pair of old and withered hands stretched out from inside, grabbed the removed coffin lid, and then slowly moved it back.

With a "bang" sound, the coffin lid was tightly closed and returned to its original state.

immediately.

Peace returned to the mourning hall.

It's just that the scene was a little too scary.

In the dark and gloomy mourning hall, a coffin was placed in the center of the hall, and a hanged corpse hung on the ceiling beam, shaking slightly next to the coffin.

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