When the time came to around six o'clock in the morning, a dark Taishi chair forcibly squeezed away the ghosts in the lobby.
Then, driven by a pair of ghost hands, the Taishi chair moved forward bit by bit.
Finally, we arrived in front of all the evil spirits.
There is no longer any barrier between you and everyone else.
Looking at the Taishi chair in front of them and the ghostly hands pushing the Taishi chair, everyone looked a little ugly;
Although they had already guessed that the balance in the lobby would not be maintained forever.
But only a few hours had passed, and a vicious ghost invaded.
We are only a few steps away from everyone.
"It seems that Yang Jian was right. The old man in the coffin can indeed suppress the evil spirits invading from the outside, but it does not have much impact on the evil ghosts in the old house."
Fan Xing whispered.
Although I don’t have a deep relationship with that weakling, I thought that I would definitely use that person for the funeral.
Although the ghost hand has not been hit yet, Xiaowei's face is not ashen at this time, and there is no trace of life.
At this moment, Song Ai suddenly walked up to Xiao Wei's body.
Obviously, that fierce ghost does not have any certain killing rules.
Song Ai didn't trigger the strange hatchet that time.
Xiaowei felt the normal front under his shoulder and instinctively turned his head to look.
Even slower than expected.
Although Xiaowei is considered a qualified ghost controller, he is also an experienced messenger.
It’s just that Yang Jian guessed when the evil ghost would attack us.
But at this moment, these strange hands suddenly stopped making new movements.
Before realizing that he was unable to withstand the power of the fierce ghost, Xiaowei immediately turned his head and looked in the direction of Yang Jian and Song Ai:
But when Fan Xing actually swung the hatchet in his hand, the ghost hand still hadn't recovered even half of it.
The level of terror has been lowered.
At this time, his attention was still on the fierce ghost pushing the Taishi chair.
It was just a ghost hand placed under the shoulder, and the person died after being pressed hard.
Although this fierce ghost was probably standing in front of the Grand Master's chair just now.
Although he saw it, Yang Jian didn't have the gut feeling at this moment. Those of us outside were being stared at by evil ghosts for the first time.
However, just when Fan Xing felt that the shot was destined to fail, his mind appeared again.
Even Song Ai could tell whether this evil ghost had left or something else had happened.
Seeing the ghost hands under Xiao Wei's body, Yang Jian frowned.
Xiaowei felt that I lost control of my body in an instant, and then I was forced to sit down by the ghost hands under my shoulders.
Although Guishou was attacked by a hatchet just now and was partially dismembered.
Still waiting for Fan Xing to make a last strike, these ghostly hands have not disappeared from Xiaowei's shoulders.
But that thing has no ordinary effect on supernatural beings.
Even if it is the triggering medium, just using the hatchet itself can easily cause slight damage to the devil.
The weird radio has been crushed by Li Yue, so it doesn't matter what he says.
At this moment, when I looked at Ghost Hand, a look of fear flashed through my eyes.
Xiaowei was both frightened and confused at the same time.
But this Bai An is probably the first ghost.
Although Yang Jian only thought about it for a short time, it was not that little time that allowed Fan Xing to react after Yang Jian.
That kind of fierce ghost is the best.
But Li Yue didn't speak either.
In other words, even if Fan Xing wants to trigger it, he can definitely do it.
A terrible thing happened.
Yes, it should be said that the supernatural power ranks first in despair.
Xiaowei's hoarse cry immediately made everyone notice the normal thing underneath me.
Under the white Taishi chair, a pair of skinny hands suddenly rested under the back of the chair, just like before, even the position was not the same.
A pair of dry palms suddenly appeared under Xiao Wei's shoulders.
It's just that these ghost hands look as skinny as wood, but their strength is surprisingly small;
These skinny palms with white nails were withdrawn in a hurry.
"Save you!"
Moreover, Fan Xing's main purpose that time was to save Xiaowei, which was to dismember the fierce ghost.
"It's too late."
Therefore, only a pair of ghost hands can be seen.
I saw the ghost hand that was placed under the back of the chair hastily withdrawn into the white darkness in front of the chair.
"You can definitely be touched by that fierce ghost, otherwise it will probably trigger the law of death." Fan Xing looked at the ghost hands casually.
When I saw these ghost hands clearly, I suddenly felt a deep chill all over my body, and my face suddenly changed slightly.
Before hearing Xiao Rui's request for help, Fan Xing directly opened the eighth-level ghost realm.
See that scene.
At least in Li Yue's view, Fan Xing's analysis has huge flaws.
If the old man in the coffin can really suppress the evil spirits that invaded the old house from outside, then what happened to the weird baby crying just now?
Moreover, although the strange hatchet looks shabby and old, it does not seem to be a rag.
"Are you being watched?"
The ghost hands under Xiaowei’s shoulders also stopped moving.
Therefore, it is a triggering medium and the impact is small.
Obviously, Xiaowei is dead.
Unfortunately, with the Master's Chair as the dividing line, the area behind the chair was completely covered in darkness that was difficult to see through.
At most, it can cut off the palm of that devil's hand.
But even under the influence of the eighth-level ghost, the ghost hand can be retracted very quickly.
Just now, I was only thinking about the death rule that ghost hands have no horror, and I actually forgot to deal with the ghost fingers underground.
In that case, there would be no point in using the weird hatchet just now.
At this time, Fan Xing looked at the ghost hand under the chair with vigilance, while observing Xiaowei with his ghost eyes.
Fan Xing, on the other hand, thinks as little as Yang Jian.
Of course, that's because the ghost hand is now under the influence of the pause power of the eighth-level ghost realm, so it appears to be very fast.
Fan Xing appeared next to Xiaowei in an instant, then raised the hatchet in his hand and slashed at the ghost hands under Xiaowei's shoulders.
Seeing the ghost hands disappear under the back of the chair, others also became alert.
But now he is being watched by a fierce ghost, and he has not even had personal contact with it.
A trace of shame suddenly flashed across Fan Xing's face.
Without the influence of Fan Xing's eight-level ghost power, the speed of this hand would be very slow.
Logically speaking, I am still wearing mourning clothes at this time, so I shouldn't be able to block the perception of the ghost.
The moment I was stared at by the evil ghost, I wanted to break free from the ghost hands under my shoulders.
Therefore, Yang Jian planned to take action to see if he could save that person.
However, Li Yue was quite dismissive of Fan Xing's judgment.
Even if Fan Xing really looks for Li Gui's footprints in front of the Grand Master's chair, he will definitely find them.
Before confirming that point, Fan Xing's eyes darkened and he stepped forward suddenly, staring in the direction of the Grand Master's chair.
But the last moment.
Previous second.
It's just that the current pair of ghost hands are missing eight more fingers and are broken.
Then he quickly picked up the fingers that Fan Xing had chopped off just now.
The result was not that the hatchet in Fan Xing's hand only cut off the eight skinny and long fingers of the ghost hand.
But the first step is to deal with the fingers in time, so that the ghost hand is likely to find the fingers underground and replenish itself.
Otherwise, Li Gui will push the Taishi chair and come behind us.
As the ghosts opened, everything around them was suspended.