The moment Gui made a move, Li Leping immediately reached out and grabbed Li Gui's arm that was about to lift.
And when his hand came into contact with the arm covered with ashes, burnt smoke immediately erupted from his palm, and there was a smell of burnt smell in the smoke.
Severe stinging pain came from the palm of his hand, but Li Leping did not take his hand back, but stared calmly at the ghost he caught in front of him.
Li Gui's resistance was stopped by Li Leping.
The Forgotten Ghost had already come behind him, and as he took the initiative to let go, the Forgotten Ghost took over the short stick in his hand.
"Go well."
Li Leping, who was in black and white, spoke. His voice was stiff and even a little hoarse. His words seemed to be saying goodbye to the headless corpse in front of him.
Immediately afterwards.
"Boom!"
"Wow!"
The dull sound and the sound of breaking porcelain sounded almost at the same time.
The Oblivion Ghost who took over the short stick swung the stick down without mercy.
The stick was swung down from above, hitting not only the headless ghost, but also the porcelain altar under the ghost's body.
The palm tattoo on the short stick squirmed strangely, as if it was pushing something. Along with the supernatural power of the short stick itself, when superimposed on each other, a terrifying supernatural suppression was formed.
Just for a moment.
The body covered with ashes lost the ability to move and fell limply.
The porcelain altar containing it was smashed with a gap from top to bottom. This gap was not wide, but it cut straight all the way to the bottom of the altar before stopping.
At the end of the gap, a short black stick penetrated deep into the gap but was not pulled out.
It is precisely because this short stick remains in the body that the porcelain altar, which should have healed quickly, shows no signs of recovery at this moment and has been suppressed by the short stick.
"it's over."
The thick smoke behind him dissipated, the illusory asphalt road disappeared, and the Forgotten Ghost also disappeared along with these things.
The house became quiet again, with only Li Leping standing on the wooden floor. In front of him were the motionless ghosts and the broken porcelain altar.
Li Leping looked down at his palms.
A large piece of flesh and blood has been lost in the palm, and even the white bones can be seen, which makes people shudder.
There are still some ashes left on the wound, and the supernatural power on the ashes seems to have not completely disappeared, so even the body of the sleepwalker is difficult to heal. If you want to repair it, in addition to restarting instantly, you can only wait for the sleepwalker to slowly clean up.
There are supernatural traces on these ashes.
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foreign.
The sea looks extremely dark at night, and no one knows if there are any monsters hidden under the bottomless sea.
And on the seaside, a prison was built here. The outer barbed wire had rust spots in the humid climate, and the luster of the metal had long become dull and black.
Looking inside through the barbed wire fence, European-style buildings are lined up one after another. The gray bricks and tiles have grown mildew due to the erosion of time, and the black bricks and tiles covering them give the place a depressing atmosphere.
The most bizarre thing is that none of these European-style buildings have windows, and each building looks exactly the same, giving people a weird feeling of copying and pasting to save trouble.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s time to turn off the lights, so there is no light or sound in this old-fashioned prison at this moment.
The most strange thing is that even if the lights are turned off, there seems to be no one on duty in this prison, as if this prison has been abandoned and is not operating normally at all.
The whole prison was silent, eerily quiet.
"Tap...tap..."
But it's in a prison building.
In a quiet, dark corridor, a strange sound of footsteps echoed.
It seems that someone is patrolling the prison.
On both sides of the corridor are independent small rooms, and the rusty iron bars are the doors of these small rooms.
The cells are lined up along the corridor.
The most bizarre thing is that there are no lights installed in the corridors of this prison building. Instead, light bulbs are installed in the cells, so the corridors look extremely dark, but the cells are brightly lit.
The old incandescent light bulbs emitted a dim light, and the air was filled with a faint smell of corpse. This smell was accompanied by the cold and damp breath, making it impossible to believe that someone would be in such a building.
Patrolling a strange prison.
The most frightening thing is that the prisoners in these cells with lights on are not normal prisoners at all.
There are many strange and strange things held in the cell.
The lights in some cells are illuminated normally, but what is exposed under the light is a pair of small white balls, rolling back and forth in the room, but they can never roll out of the iron gate that seems to be unable to trap them at all.
If you take a closer look, you will be horrified to realize that these are not glass balls, they are just a pair of human eyeballs.
The lights in some cells seemed to be disturbed by something, flashing "puff, puff, puff". Although no one could be seen in the cell, they would make some strange noises, as if there were always people moving inside, but no one could be seen inside.
Something, only sound can be heard.
The lights in some cells have been completely turned off, and it is pitch dark behind the iron bars, but from time to time, a skinny, dead hand covered with corpses will be stretched out. This dead hand grasps the iron bars and shakes them vigorously, but it breaks no matter what.
Don't open this fragile-looking fence door.
at this time.
In front of the iron gate that someone was shaking.
The figure that had been wandering in the corridor stopped.
It is hidden in the darkness, and its specific appearance cannot be seen clearly.
Suddenly.
The dead man's hand holding the iron door seemed to feel something, and he desperately wanted to stop and avoid something.
But it's too late.
The man who stopped in front of the door had reached behind his back.
He took down a heavy and old hammer and held it in his hand.
"boom!"
As the hammer fell, there was a sound of bones being smashed, and the dead hands that were pulling on the fence were smashed to pieces. Then the owner of the dead hands seemed to be frightened, and quickly retracted his hands and retracted back.
In the prison cell.
After doing all this, the figure wandering around the prison put away his hammer and seemed to be planning to patrol again.
But at this moment.
He seemed to have sensed or seen something, so he was not in a hurry to take action immediately.
The dim light illuminated the corners of his mouth at this moment.
It was a smile that extended from the corner of the mouth to the base of the ears, and was not a smile that a living person could show at all.
And on this man's waist, something hanging on a chain that looked as thick as a forearm was particularly conspicuous.
This looks very much like the coffin nail that was driven into the starving man's head.