Chapter 69 Join forces to fight

The lobby of the Caesar Hotel is very large.

It is magnificent, with bright lights and luxurious.

I can't tell there is anything strange, it's a hotel that is open normally.

But Tong Qian disappeared here, and the hotel was blocked five days ago and closed for rest.

At this time, two people stood in front of the hotel gate. One was burned by the fire and his body was hideous and terrifying, and the other had a scarlet ghost eye on his forehead.

Normal people would be frightened by the image of the two of them, and they thought that two evil spirits had been summoned by the hotel.

"Two gentlemen, is there anything you can serve you?

At the front desk, a beautiful woman wearing a system, wearing a hair, and wearing a beautiful body was standing there, looking at this side with a professional smile.

The female front desk voice is soft and pleasant, making people feel very comfortable.

Liang Xingyang asked with a serious face: "God, hand over Zhao Lei and Qian Wanhao?"

Yang Jian whispered in a low voice: "Didn't you say this is a newspaper ghost? Isn't it enough to just use a coffin to nail it to death?"

Liang Xingyang frowned and said, "If the coffin is nailed to the ghost slave, it will be troublesome if it is taken away by the newspaper ghost."

Two people suddenly appeared beside the female front desk. They were classmates who escaped from the door-knocking incident at No. 7 Middle School, Zhao Lei and Qian Wanhao.

Both of them had a strange and strange smile on their faces, and they looked at Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian indifferently.

"Two gentlemen, is there anything you can serve you?"

The front desk asked again with a smile.

Two rows of black corpse water flowed out from Zhao Lei's eyes, and he looked at the two of them blankly and said, "Oh, it's Yang Jian, and Liang Xingyang, what are you two coming to us for?"

Qian Wanhao's eyes were numb and there was no trace of living emotions. He looked at Liang Xingyang suddenly and said, "I understand, Liang Xingyang."

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead turned restlessly and said, "Qian Wanhao, you are controlled by the newspaper ghost, hurry up and wake up."

"It's useless, they have been tampered with their memories by newspaper ghosts." Liang Xingyang said.

Zhao Lei suddenly said, "I understand, Yang Jian."

"What do you know?" Yang Jian asked.

"I know how you control the ghost eyes, that toilet, that weird tree, the tall black shadow nailed to the tree, that weird eye."

Yang Jian was stunned at first, and then heard Zhao Lei gritting his teeth and continuing: "You killed me. If it weren't for the ghost in your family, I wouldn't have become like this."

Zhao Lei said in a crazy tone: "And you Liang Xingyang, you clearly know that I admire ghost drivers. If you hadn't told me that there was a ghost in Yang Jian's family, which aroused my curiosity, I wouldn't have become like this.

It's all caused by you."

Liang Xingyang clenched his fists. Although he knew that Zhao Lei had been tampered with his memory by a newspaper ghost, he almost became a brand new personality, but he was still angry.

Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly and he looked at the few old newspapers scattered on the tiles.

Qian Wanhao interrupted and said, "Liang Xingyang, I understand!"

"You can predict the future. You took Yang Jian to the toilet and found the ghost creature under Hongfa Temple. You came here to take away the hatchet. You are not satisfied and you still want to deal with newspaper ghosts. You are too greedy, even ghost newspapers.

Everyone wants to take it away and go to the island country to subdue the ghost baby. You can rise quickly because you are a wearable..."

"Enough!"

Liang Xingyang's face looked extremely ugly and he stopped shouting.

Then his whole body began to see a gloomy green light, and the swaying ghost creatures opened instantly, covering the hotel lobby.

"Old Liang, don't act randomly, I won't move if the enemy doesn't move."

Yang Jian frowned and grabbed Liang Xingyang's shoulder to stop him.

Although he was also curious about how Liang Xingyang had obtained the ability to predict the future, what was more important was his current actions.

Take action rashly, God knows whether it will break the balance and make the incident worse.

"Puuuu"

Liang Xingyang snorted coldly, not wanting to pay attention to Yang Jian, his fingers were tapped, and the first sound of heart pulsing sounded, and the mortal supernatural curse attacked Qian Wanhao.

The strange and strange smile on Qian Wanhao's face suddenly disappeared, turning into a painful look, and he fell down with his hands covering his heart and thumping.

After Qian Wanhao fell down.

A strange wind suddenly blew in the hotel lobby.

Red paper flying all over the sky appeared out of thin air

Every blood-stained newspaper has a living face, and every face is filled with despair, pain, and collapse. This expression is intertwined into a vicious and distorted shape, like being completely in the body.

In hell, it is full of negative emotions, making people unable to see any light and hope.

Each face represents the innocent people attacked by newspaper ghosts. The despair expressions on those faces were left when they were attacked by evil ghosts. God knows how many faces the newspaper ghosts have collected during this period.

Amid the swaying ghost creatures, an abandoned and desolate street suddenly appeared.

A bench appeared at the end of the street, like a chair in a park.

Sitting on it was a man, you could see the back of a graceful woman. The woman was wearing a ponytail and sitting there holding a newspaper, looking down with her head down.

Something motionless.

"Damn it."

Yang Jian was anxious and cursed and swearing, but the six ghost eyes on his body opened, and the ghost eyes emitted a red light, and the scarlet ghost creatures emitted.

However, the red paper flying all over the sky blocked the ghost's eyes' vision, and the ghost creatures in Yangjian could not invade this street.

Liang Xingyang reminded: "Be careful, this ghost took away Tong Qian's face."

"Let my headless ghost test the reality of this ghost. You are going to suppress this ghost with coffin nails."

Yang Jian groaned, and a tall headless ghost stood up from behind. Five scarlet ghost eyes were nailed to the black shadow, and they were spinning restlessly.

The headless ghost left Yang Jian and ran over with heavy steps. He reached out and wanted to take off the head of the woman sitting on the bench.

"Geeh~"

The woman sitting on the bench suddenly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and the fierce ghost turned around. Tong Qian had a strange smile on her face, and she opened her mouth and made a sensational smile.

The strange laughter unexpectedly attacked the headless ghost in an instant. The hand composed of the dark shadow paused, and the shadow's body rippled layer by layer, and the laughter made the headless ghost in a brief state of stagnation.

Yang Jian was shocked and found that he could no longer control the headless ghost.

Red papers were flying, trying to attack Yang Jian, but they could not invade the ghost fire. The fire light pressed the red paper and could not leave this abandoned street. The red paper turned around and stuck it towards the headless ghost.

Each piece of red paper has a pressing effect, and countless pieces of red paper fly, and the headless ghost is quickly buried in the pile of papers.

The headless ghost remained motionless and remained stagnant.

Liang Xingyang saw the headless ghost being suppressed, and a burning green ghost fire fell on this abandoned and desolate street.

The street was ignited instantly, and the old and black blue bricks were slightly shaken, which still could not stop the ghost fire from surging and burning. The flames were spreading at an extremely fast speed.

The ghost fire engulfed a section of the street, and the street suddenly disappeared out of thin air. The old black bricks on the street were burned to pieces by the ghost fire, and the street was quickly shortened.

"Geeh~"

The strange laughter wandered among the ghosts in the shortage of streets, forming a second echo, and the spread of the ghost fire was greatly reduced.

"Geeh~"

Soon, the third echo of dying laughter formed.

After the ghost fire spread to a certain distance, it was no longer possible to break through the range covered by strange laughter echoes, as if an invisible wall blocked the path of the ghost fire.

"What should I do?" Yang Jian asked anxiously.

"Come with me."

Liang Xingyang gritted his teeth and grabbed Yang Jian and ran forward.

"Click."

He looked down at the cracked small mirror, which was the real ghost fire instinctively resisting the detention of the mirror space.

"Tongtong Tongtong ~"

Liang Xingyang resolutely used the supernatural power of Guixin, and a wonderful feeling appeared. He became able to sense Yang Jian's heartbeat frequency. In order not to kill Yang Jian by chance, he controlled the heartbeat of Guixin to avoid this frequency.

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The dry heart in his mouth was pulsing hard under Liang Xingyang's strong stimulation. Three short heartbeat curses came out and began to impact the ghost creatures that eroded newspaper ghosts.

"Dong~"

Three heartbeats overlapped, and quickly turned into a thrilling hammer and drum sound.

Liang Xingyang's face was distorted in pain, and he barely controlled the curse of the heartbeat, and rushed away the block of the third echo of dying laughter in the designated direction, instantly breaking through the newspaper ghost street ghost.

It seemed as if a strong wind blew into this abandoned and desolate street. Countless pieces of flying red paper were eroded and shattered by curses, and suddenly hit Tong Qian, who was sitting on the bench with the newspaper.

The surging and gloomy green ghost fire also rushed in desperately in the void eroded by the heartbeat.

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