The originally sunny weather suddenly turned gloomy, and Qin Ming frowned deeply at the change.
"Did something happen to Yang Jian?" Qin Ming looked deeply in the direction where Yang Jian was. After hesitating for a moment, he went to Yang Jian's side.
Arriving near where Yang Jian was, Qin Ming was now covered in smelly black blood, with only one eye exposed. The black blood could help him shield his breath and defend against supernatural attacks.
"That's... Yang Jian? He's actually hiding in that body bag. He's such a talent. What a great idea." Qin Ming couldn't help but smile, and then looked at the surrounding situation again.
Those villagers have become ghost slaves, and now they are standing there like zombies, their eyes are empty and numb, and no ghosts are seen.
"Where did the ghost go? Did he go to find those three people?"
Qin Ming looked around in confusion. Apart from the dark aura, there were only the ghost slaves of the villagers.
"According to the original work, Yang Jian should be recovering soon, which means he needs to make a deal with the human skin to control the second ghost, which is the headless ghost."
"If I can get some supernatural powers of ghosts, wouldn't it mean that I have more back-ups to prevent them." Qin Ming thought to himself, looking away from the body bag and looking in another direction.
After taking a look at the body bag, Qin Ming left here. He was going to take a gamble and find the ghost.
At this time, Yang Jian had already reached a deal with the human skin paper in the bag. The human skin paper helped him control the headless ghost, but Yang Jian needed to give a ghost to let it be swallowed.
In a desolate open space, Qin Ming just stood there blankly. The ghost blood on his body faded away, leaving only the ghost blood on his arms. The law of ghost killing is that if you are alone, you will die, so he is waiting , wait for it to come.
"That ghost coffin is very special, and it is also an important puzzle piece for ghosts. If you have the chance, you can study it." Qin Ming stood there and thought to himself.
Just as he stood there blankly, Qin Ming suddenly frowned and looked in the direction of Yang Jian, squinting his eyes slightly.
"The balance that was broken before seems to be gradually recovering. Is it Yang Jian? As expected of Yang Jian, I'm afraid he has controlled the headless ghost now."
Just when he was thinking this, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, and he immediately became alert.
"Tap, tap, tap~!"
Qin Ming's heart trembled. "Is it a ghost messenger?" The ghost eye on his right arm suddenly opened, emitting a faint scarlet dark light.
The shadow under his feet gradually lengthened and grew, and finally grew into a tall black shadow of about four meters.
After a while.
finally.
A man stepped out of the darkness. It was a handsome young man with a pale, bloodless face and a very handsome appearance... exactly the same as the person in the previous portrait.
When he saw that person for the first time, Qin Ming's pupils shrank slightly.
"It's the person in the portrait, exactly the same. It's not very scary now. If he were allowed to return to the ghost coffin, he might become a real ghost." Qin Ming thought with some surprise in his heart.
"I just don't know if I can fight him now. If not, I have no choice but to run away."
The next moment, Qin Ming took action.
The dark red ghost realm spread outwards with Qin Ming as the center, and its current intensity was only about the same as Yang Jian's two-layer ghost realm.
The next second, Qin Ming was stunned for a moment, because the ghost domain that covered the past was ineffective against the ghost and was hindered, just like running water encountering a rock.
Just when Qin Ming wanted to activate a higher level of ghost realm to fight against it, he suddenly paused.
Because he thought that now is not the time, the horror of ghosts has not reached the complete level, so even if the supernatural power obtained is incomplete, otherwise it will be of little use.
"That's right, I don't have to fight it now. I can just hand it over to Yang Jian and the others. Since Brother Leg is here anyway, it would be too much of a disadvantage to go to it now."
Qin Ming squinted his eyes slightly and thought to himself, he changed his strategy and seemed a little stupid just now.
He now remembered some of the plots in the original work. The ghost in front of him was just an image condensed by ghosts after the death of all the villagers. If there were ghosts, then the entire Huanggang Village was a ghost.
Brush~!
With a flash of dark red light, Qin Ming opened the ghost realm again. This time he increased the level and successfully left the ghost realm.
Having lost his target, Gui Cha paused for a few seconds and then headed in the direction of Yang Jian, the mourning hall and the ghost coffin.
When Qin Ming appeared again, he was surprised. He did not appear somewhere in Huanggang Village, but at an unknown location.
"Where is this? No, I obviously went to the mourning hall, why did I appear here?" Qin Ming said with an ugly face.
"Something supernatural has interfered with me. Not only has it interfered with my ghost realm, but it has also interfered with my cognition...!" Qin Ming's eyes narrowed and he said slightly surprised.
"There is no other way right now. Let's observe this place first..." Qin Ming shook his head and finally began to observe the surrounding environment here.
"Is this... a swamp?" Qin Ming asked with some surprise.
He was now standing in a dry clearing, with a big dry tree next to him. Not far in front of him, there was a lot of mud, which looked like a swamp.
The thick mud was not like the black mud, but closer to the black blood on Qin Ming's body, as if it were a pool of black, sticky blood.
Qin Ming kept looking around with suspicious eyes. Starting from his place, there would be a small section of dry open space at regular intervals, and there was a big dead tree in the center of each open space.
"It's another weird and supernatural place. Damn it. With my physique, I can encounter ghosts every day. I can go to a supernatural place just by moving. I might as well make a home in a supernatural place."
Qin Ming shouted angrily, so angry that he wanted to curse, but he had no choice but to leave first.
"No! Why is this open space... getting smaller and smaller? No, it's not that the scope is getting smaller and smaller, but the blood mud is starting to rise."
Just when he was about to use the ghost realm to leave, the dead tree suddenly shook and dropped many dead leaves, which fell on Qin Ming's body.
Covers special ghost eyes and tall ghost shadows.
"What?!"
Qin Ming was suddenly startled. Both the ghost and the ghost were suppressed, and the ghost realm could not open.
He hurriedly tried to pull off the dead leaves, but found that he couldn't pull them off at all. The dead leaves seemed to be stuck on them, unable to tear or tear off.
"If this continues, I will definitely die here. What else can I do..." Qin Ming thought with a gloomy face. He forced himself to calm down. He wanted to live.
"Boom~!"
After suppressing the ghost on Qin Ming's body, the big tree collapsed and turned into powder the moment it fell to the ground. Even the dead leaves that had fallen before were turned into powder, leaving only a few pieces still clinging to his body. On the body.
"Only ghosts can deal with ghosts. If you want to get out now, you can only...improve your supernatural power..."
Qin Ming's heart froze as he suddenly thought of it.
That face.
That weird face obtained from the ancient house seems to be the puzzle piece of the Lord of Ghost Eyes.
Since it was obtained, it has been placed in the ghost's supernatural space. It seems that the Lord of Ghost Eyes did not fuse it after taking it away, but quietly placed it there.
