This pitch-black world is shrouded in terrifying black mist. The sky and earth are dim, colorless, and completely black and white.
Above the nine heavens, a bloody sun hung overhead, giving off an indescribable charm.
At first glance, there is not much that is strange about the bloody sun, but if you look closely, you will find that the sun is nothing but a bloody eyeball.
The black earth is also pitch black, with white bones on the ground, mountains of corpses everywhere, and rivers of blood. There is no end as far as the eye can see. This scene is like a dark hell. When people see it, their legs can't help but tremble, and they are afraid. Smaller people may even be frightened to death on the spot.
In the black world, the air is turbid and full of poisonous miasma. If you smell it for a long time, your body may be corroded.
Zhang Fan was standing on the black ground, feeling soft under his feet. It was soil made up of countless corpses.
"Welcome to...my ghost domain - the Hungry Ghost Realm! I will bury you here today!!" In the black sky, Li Caoyi fluttered in red clothes, and there was no wind. The figure was suspended there, letting out a crazy and sick laugh.
"Come!" Zhang Fan spat out a word with a provocative tone. If Zhang Fan was still the host spirit before, he still didn't have the confidence to confront Li Caoyi head-on, but now, it was completely different.
The terrifying parasitic spirit seems to have made a qualitative leap in its supernatural power. Zhang Fan has an intuition that if he encounters the dream demon in the border of hell this time, he is sure that he will not be glanced at by the other party. Killed more than a dozen times.
At the very least, it can be reduced from a dozen deaths in an instant to five or six deaths, or even less.
"Humble insect, I will show you today the gap between you and me!" Li Caoyi's eyes turned cold, and before he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers.
With the snap of fingers, the originally calm black world began to tremble violently, and rotten corpses with shriveled bodies and tattered clothing emerged from under the earth.
The number of these corpses is extremely large. With a glance, there are tens of thousands or even more, and they are so dense that there is no end in sight.
The endless corpses stood up, looked up to the sky, and let out terrible howls. They swayed unsteadily and turned their heads in the direction of Zhang Fan.
"Hungry... hungry..." The sounds of hunger came one after another from the mouths of countless resurrected corpses, gradually becoming one, like a wave, stretching endlessly, from far to near.
When Zhang Fan saw this scene, his face was calm, without joy or worry, without any fear. As a host, his emotions and desires for living people have dropped to the lowest level. He feels no pain and is completely affected by the terrifying supernatural power of the host.
This situation is very strange. Zhang Fan has an illusion that if he is immersed in it for too long, he may completely lose all emotions and desires as a living person in the future.
Once a living person loses his emotions and desires, there is no difference between him and a walking dead. Zhang Fan closed his eyes and began to mobilize the power of the body spirit.
After closing his eyes, Zhang Fan devoted himself wholeheartedly to it. At this moment, his heart suddenly became brighter. Although his eyes were closed, Zhang Fan could still clearly see the scene outside.
He saw that at this moment, there were many figures standing around him whose appearance was unclear.
Among these figures, there is a ghost child in a black coat, a woman in a white skirt squatting on the ground, an old man dressed like an old farmer with a straw rope woven from grass stalks around his waist, and some wearing a There are crazy women in the Bai group, and there are also dirty young miners wearing mining lamps... In addition to them, there is also a bloody figure without skin, and a bleeding tree... All these figures could not be seen clearly, and they were covered in terrifying supernatural beings.
At the forefront of these figures stood a woman in red, whose appearance could not be clearly seen, with black hair reaching her waist, a tall figure and a curvy figure.
The supernatural horror exuding from the woman in red is so terrifying that it cannot be described in words. It seems that if you stare at it for a long time, you will be cursed by the supernatural power contained in the woman in red.
It cannot be spoken, heard, seen, or described, and I don’t know how to describe it. The moment Zhang Fan saw the woman in red, two lines of tears fell from his originally closed eyes.
This woman in red...may be Feng Hui who was swallowed by the body spirit. Any ghosts swallowed by the host spirit will turn into new supernatural powers and accompany Zhang Fan.
"Feng Hui..." Zhang Fan murmured with a complicated expression. After a long time, Zhang Fan let out a breath and made up his mind that he would do everything possible to find the second body spirit to rescue Feng Hui.
After forcing himself to calm down, Zhang Fan thought about it, chose the old farmer, and looked over.
At this moment, with Zhang Fan's selection, the black world suddenly changed. One after another, hanging ropes made of grass stems hung from the sky. These hanging ropes were overwhelming, dense, boundless, and almost Appearing in every corner of the black world.
There were a lot of horrible corpses, but the number of these hanging ropes was even greater. Every corpse would be accompanied by three or even four hanging ropes hanging down, strangely wrapped around its neck, suddenly tightened, and then hung. In mid-air, the terrifying ghost suppression ability of the body spirit was activated instantly. These corpses lost any movement in one encounter, and the supernatural beings were completely suppressed.
It’s not over yet, the terrifying supernatural phenomena belonging to the inhabiting spirit are not over yet. After the first round of supernatural attacks from the hanging rope, the second round of attacks came again.
"Li Caoyi...Li Caoyi..." The disembodied voice sounded intermittently in Li Caoyi's ears, trying to get him to agree or look back.
"What?" Li Caoyi was stunned when he heard the sound, a little surprised, because he suddenly heard his old mother calling his name in his ear repeatedly.
This long-lost and very intimate voice, coming from his mother, was like a carving knife, bit by bit, prying away the dust-laden memories in his heart.
The era when Li Caoyi was born was far away from today. It was the war-torn Republic of China period. When he was a child, his family was very poor and they couldn't open the pot. His father was dragged by the warlord to serve as a soldier not long after he was born. He has never returned home. It seems that he died on the battlefield. He is the only child in the family. In order to feed him, his mother went out alone to beg for food.
Although the amount of food he received from begging was very small, it was still enough to fill his stomach and prevent him from starving to death.
In this way, with the painstaking efforts of his mother, he finally grew up and found a job as a coachman outside.
