Huge scarlet ghost eyes suddenly opened from Qin Ming's forehead, almost occupying Qin Ming's entire forehead. His restless eyes moved strangely, scanning the surroundings. Four kinds of supernatural beings were superimposed, and the level of terror was surprisingly high.
The dazzling scarlet light made Ye Zhen couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes, frowned, and couldn't help but secretly sigh at Qin Ming's approach and give it a try.
Qin Ming was wrapped in a nearly four-meter-tall ghost figure. Its ferocious face made people scared. The superimposed intensity of the supernatural power was too high, giving him a splitting headache.
"Oops... I feel like I'm about to wake up. Could it be that the Lord of Ghost Eyes has woken up... It hurts so much, my head... I have a headache!"
Qin Ming's consciousness gradually blurred, and he could vaguely see some fragmented memory fragments. The feeling seemed to be within reach, but it was like an illusory bubble that could not be grasped at all.
Starting from the lower body, I gradually lost consciousness and became numb, as if I no longer existed.
"Tick tock~"
Qin Ming's vague consciousness could vaguely hear the dripping sound of water drops. He tried to open his eyes but saw a darkness. It felt like he was in that environment again.
That dark space.
In the outside world, in reality, Ye Zhen's face darkened, and then he said: "Is this guy crazy? He won't be recovering from this feeling, right?"
Ye Zhen felt that the supernatural suppression was getting stronger and stronger. This feeling did not come from the withered monk, but from the nearly four-meter tall ghost in front of him.
The ferocious ghost eyes emitted bright red light, covering the entire space.
The ghost eye mark on the back of the neck became more and more real, as if it was coming to life, as if the tightly closed eyes were about to open.
"But... damn, it seems to be coming to life. Why did I have that idea? Why do I need to superimpose supernatural powers..."
This idea gradually appeared in Qin Ming's vague consciousness. He felt that what he had done before seemed to be deliberately arranged by someone. There was some unknown factor guiding him, not out of instinct.
He just had this vague idea before, but then he felt it was amplified for some reason, and finally it was slowly guided.
Deep blood covered the entire ghost realm. The dry monk's movements froze and stagnated in mid-air. The illusory figure gradually solidified. A more powerful supernatural force forced it out of the illusory state and suppressed it powerfully. Living.
The coldness, the endless coldness eroded Qin Ming, and his consciousness almost disappeared. Now he could only hear the faint sound of water dripping in his ears, as if the faucet was not tightened, and dripping drop by drop fell on the water. superior.
The image of making a deal with the Lord of Ghost Eyes vaguely appeared in his mind, which brought him despair and gave him the strength to survive.
"Maybe... it's really over. Damn it, why did you travel to this world? If there is still a chance, I really want to travel to those beautiful worlds..."
Just when his consciousness was about to dissipate, there was a crisp cracking sound in his ears, like the sound of some kind of jade pendant falling to the ground and breaking into pieces. The moment he heard the sound, Qin Ming regained a trace of clarity and the dissipated consciousness Gradually come together.
Qin Ming felt that his numb body had regained some consciousness, and his consciousness had regained some control. It was the jade pendant that had now been broken into powder.
The blood-red eyes gradually retreated, and Qin Ming's consciousness gradually gained the upper hand. At this time, he could also move his arms.
But Qin Ming knew that this wouldn't last long, and he couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Lord of Ghost Eyes! Don't forget the agreement we signed! You can't violate it until you break the shackles of the rules!"
It seemed that this roar had an effect. Qin Ming felt that his body became more relaxed, and the control of his body gradually returned, but he still could not control this out-of-control supernatural being.
"This is really troublesome." Qin Ming thought darkly in his heart.
The huge scarlet ghost eye on his forehead gradually closed. Qin Ming tried hard for a long time but could only close it by about one centimeter.
Looking at the withered monk not far ahead, he has returned to reality from illusion, and is still suppressed and unable to move.
It seems that the level of supernatural horror of the Lord of Ghost Eyes is much higher than that of the Withered Monk, and it is just a puzzle.
Qin Ming's eyes flickered and said: "Ye Zhen, my supernatural power is out of control. I can't control it now. I am the biggest trouble now. Don't worry about the withered monk. Suppress me first."
Ye Zhen was slightly startled when he heard this, frowned and said, "The supernatural power in you is too strong, I can't suppress it now."
Qin Ming's eyes flickered when he heard this. His body was wrapped in a solid dark tall ghost. After a little try, he found that he had regained part of the ghost's control.
Then with a happy face, he shouted towards Ye Zhen: "Use this coffin nail to nail me to death, first suppress the supernatural power in me."
After saying that, the surface of the dark ghost began to squirm, and a rusty coffin nail was randomly thrown out. It was about as thick as an arm and was so dark that it made people think it was just a piece of junk at a glance.
When Ye Zhen saw the item, he froze on the spot, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then slowly picked up the coffin nail.
Qin Ming's heart sank. He thought that doing so might kill him. He knew he couldn't trust anyone, but his current state of sobriety wouldn't last long. If he didn't suppress it as soon as possible, he would be the one who died.
He could only take a gamble and bet on Ye Zhen.
Seeing that Ye Zhen didn't move for a long time, Qin Ming couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
He shouted loudly: "Ye Zhen! Hurry up!"
When Ye Zhen heard Qin Ming's roar, he quickly raised his head and without any hesitation, he threw it out and stabbed straight into his heart.
With a pop, the originally tall and solid ghost figure quickly dissipated and merged into Qin Ming's feet like running water.
And Qin Ming fell from the air to the ground. The coffin nails as thick as his arms were inserted straight into his heart. His blood-red eyes dissipated and became clear again. The huge ghost eyes on his forehead also closed tightly. Now he was lying on the ground. Like a dead dog.
Seeing this situation, Ye Zhen couldn't help but frown deeply. He always felt that he would lie on the ground like a dead dog like this in the future. This feeling was very strong, but he couldn't explain it clearly.
Then Ye Zhen glanced casually, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that the ghost's dry fingers seemed to tremble slightly, which meant that it had resumed action after losing the suppression of the ghost eyes.
Oops.
Then he quickly ran in front of Qin Ming and pulled out the top of the coffin. Thick black blood spurted out and splashed around.
"The ghost can move again." Ye Zhen said
Qin Ming was slightly startled. He had no time to think about it, so he quickly stood up and looked towards the withered monk.
"There is still this trouble." Qin Ming frowned slightly.
How to imprison it? Once it attacks, it will passively enter the illusory state. If it does not attack, it will be attacked again, and it will also target the consciousness.
Suddenly, Qin Ming's eyes flickered, and he looked at the broken display cabinet outside the ghost domain. There was a large roll of old, smelly, dirty cloth inside. "Perhaps we can use that. Since the person who imprisoned him before used this item, it must be a key supernatural item."
Thinking of this, Qin Ming had an idea in his mind. With a wave of his right hand, a large roll of dirty cloth appeared in front of him. The convenience of the ghost realm.
Ye Zhen was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, and then asked, "What are you going to do?"
Qin Ming's frown eased a little, and he stared at the withered monk.
He said softly: "I have an idea, please cooperate with me later."
