"Ahem..."

In the dark, deserted alley, a violent cough sounded.

Immediately afterwards, there was a strange sound of tearing.

Qian Youliang grabbed a weird ghost object with both hands and tore it into pieces.

His face was covered with blood, and the scar was stained with blood, making it squirm even more weirdly.

But the blood was not Qian Youliang's.

"I'm really old and useless..."

Qian Youliang sighed sadly, turned around, and saw a severed arm pierced by a cane on the wall of the alley, nailed to the wall.

There was a mess all around.

If Qian Youliang hadn't taken the overall situation into consideration and deliberately lured his attacker into this alley, with his young personality, he would have killed him in Anzhou.

Yes……

Qian Youliang kept his word, and there were eight ghosts that attacked him, plus the people hiding in the dark, the number was nine.

And the result?

As a result, eight weird ghosts were torn into pieces by him alive.

The man hiding in the dark was able to escape at the cost of an arm.

"If he were thirty years younger, no... twenty years, no... ten years would be enough. If it were me ten years ago, he would never have been able to escape so easily."

The old man's face was fierce and cruel.

There were a total of eight people who suppressed the supernatural incident in Xu An, Qian Youliang was one of them, and Tang Yuanqing was the number two figure at the time.

If Tang Yuanqing wasn't about to die.

Qian Youliang even dared to join forces with Tang Yuanqing to turn Anzhou upside down, and he also wanted to find out the mastermind behind the scenes!

Walk up to the alley wall.

Qian Youliang took off the crutch, holding the crutch in one hand and the severed hand in the other.

He limped out of the alley.

There was blood oozing from his waist.

A steel nail penetrated his lower back, but fortunately, he had long been accustomed to this level of injury.

When you get out of the alley.

The gloom and cruelty on Qian Youliang's face gradually calmed down.

He just limped along like this, and the light around him gradually dimmed.

It seems that he has become that annoying lame man again.

…

A few minutes later.

Qian Youliang appeared outside the No. 4 subway line.

He didn't dare to go in because he was irritated by the presence in the No. 4 subway line.

That kind of terrifying repressive power.

He didn't dare to take another step forward.

"The child named Du Gui should have died inside..."

Qian Youliang frowned, his expression a little complicated, but it only lasted for a moment.

What is more important right now is the issue of the source and the owner of the tomb.

Other than that, everything can only be done later.

Can be followed immediately.

When Qian Youliang took out the bronze compass and planned to confirm the source again, others were stunned.

The pointer of the bronze compass is a two-headed snake.

But at this moment, the pointer kept vibrating.

For a while it pointed to the No. 4 subway line, and for a while it turned around again. It seemed that it was impossible to confirm the location of the source.

The scars on Qian Youliang's face were all twisted together.

"how so?"

"Did the owner of the tomb separate from the source?"

It stands to reason that the owner of the tomb is suppressing the source, and wherever the pointer points, it probably exists within its range.

Although the compass guidance is not very accurate.

But it's enough.

This was created from an uninhabited city after decades of effort by the polling bureau.

If the tomb owner is separated from the source.

Then things would become extremely bad. Without the suppression of the tomb owner, a supernatural wave would be set off from the source in an instant, causing Anzhou to fall into the disaster of Yin soldiers crossing the border overnight.

But right now, that's not happening.

Qian Youliang couldn't understand what was going on.

He was confused.

Then, the rotation of the bronze compass pointer made him even more puzzled.

Just less than a second.

It's like something happened.

The pointer started to spin crazily, and then stopped.

Qian Youliang moved the compass, but the pointer didn't move at all.

"All gone?"

Qian Youliang was completely confused.

…

Within Metro Line 4.

That ghost subway is still moving.

Deeper underground, on the empty altar.

Two bronze chains tied a coffin board to the ground.

The coffin board seemed to feel something.

The existence that stimulated it had left, it stopped trembling, and everything fell into calm again.

This place is very deep underground.

It is impossible for anyone to enter here for decades or hundreds of years.

…

At that time.

Du Gui rode a ghost motorcycle with a flat tire, bumping back to the old street.

People with experience should know.

The darkness before dawn is the darkest.

Everything is in a state of imminence.

The old street was pitch dark, and four ghost employees followed Du Gui into the old street carrying the coffin.

There was a gloomy silence.

Only when you go deeper into the old street do you see bright lights.

Looking up is the door sign of Home Inn.

Wow…

The electric rolling shutter door automatically rises.

Du Gui rode the ghost motorcycle in, but suddenly the motorcycle stopped and the hemp rope tightened instantly.

"Grass!"

Du Gui stumbled and almost fell off the ghost motorcycle.

He squeezed the brakes and looked back.

Then he saw an ancient corpse from the Ming Dynasty standing outside the hotel, staring straight at him. The hemp rope tied around its neck was stretched tightly, making a faint sound that made teeth aches.

The neck of the Ming Dynasty ancient corpse began to swell.

The hemp rope tied around its neck began to show signs of loosening.

It looked directly at Du Gui.

In those chilling, dry eyes, greed and desire have outweighed fear.

this means.

In its eyes, Du Gui is no longer scary.

but.

Du Gui was not surprised. He lowered his head and glanced at his left hand. The pale, dead-like skin color was gradually fading away, replaced by normal blood color.

My transformation state has almost completely disappeared.

"I won't let you run away."

Du Gui grinned ferociously at the ancient corpse of the Ming Dynasty, and while he was still in his transformed state, he grabbed the hemp rope.

"Now that you're here, you don't still want to leave, do you?"

"When you arrive at my Home Inn, if you don't come in for a meal and stay and work for me for 100,000 years, do you think you can run away?"

"I'm afraid I'm not living in a dream!"

Du Gui's transformation state is very powerful.

He grabbed the hemp rope and slowly pulled the Ming Dynasty ancient corpse into the hotel.

But the ancient corpse of the Ming Dynasty opened its mouth, and something visible to the naked eye was moving up and down in its throat.

call……

A mouthful of black mist was spat out by it.

The moment the black mist appeared, it enveloped the surroundings, and you could faintly see the water ghosts that had turned into ghost slaves, as well as other ghosts.

The ancient corpse of the Ming Dynasty grabbed the hemp rope.

Those ghost slaves also grabbed the hemp rope.

Du Gui stumbled and was pulled out for a distance.

"There are more people than there are, right? I've never been fucking afraid..."

"Everyone come out and help me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, ghostly figures suddenly appeared in Home Inn.

Plastic mannequins, hungry ghosts, vicious little girls, burned ghosts, old men in shrouds, all the ghost employees appeared.

Even Captain Jia, the watchdog of Home Inn, barked wildly.

Each hand, which was either pale, black, or covered with corpse spots, tightly grasped the hemp rope.

The next second.

Du Gui only felt that his body was empty, and he pulled the Ming Dynasty ancient corpse and its black fog ghosts into the hotel.

"close the door!"
Chapter completed!