The strongest spirit control system

In that haunted house.

The old man next to Li Ziyan suddenly raised his head and looked at the north window, his eyes reflected the light from the pilgrimage pattern on the north window.

He said softly: "It finally came! It seems that there is no way to escape!"

Li Ziyan beside him laughed, the smile on his face was very bright, and there was excitement in his eyes.

He didn't hear what the old man said, because at that time, he was already completely excited, and he really wanted to know what this light would bring.

Anyway, as long as his hands can move, they won't be in any danger, although he doesn't have any power in his body now.

The light scattered from the pilgrimage pattern on the north window, instantly illuminating the whole room.

The surroundings that I couldn't see clearly suddenly flooded into my eyes.

Li Ziyan looked forward.

His eyes widened involuntarily, a person came out of the other wall and walked towards him.

Every time a person walked out of the wall, the wall would flash red lights.

It was the color of blood.

And these people, yes, are people, not undead, and their bodies are real, not virtual.

These people walked towards him, with their upper body bent, their hands hanging down, and their lowered heads were almost lowered to the ground.

The clothes on their bodies have been soaked in blood.

And this blood is still flowing, flowing from every wound on their bodies, penetrating through the clothes, penetrating the clothes, falling, dripping on the ground, breaking, and breaking around.

The broken sound was very thin, and it was impossible to hear it logically, but at this time, Li Ziyan could hear it clearly, even the speed of the dripping, he had already guessed it.

These people came towards him, they were living people, step by step, leaving bloody footprints one after another on the ground they stepped on.

But the footprints left by the predecessors are stepped on by the people who came later, and the footprints they left are covered by the footprints stepped on by the people who came later.

But they are still walking towards themselves, already close to themselves.

His eyes were still staring, looking at this scene, he didn't know what to say, it should be said that he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

At this time, his heart was very painful, as if there was a knife, twisting and coiling, piercing his heart.

The pain crawled all over his body in an instant.

His staring eyes were dripping with blood, and in the blood were hot tears.

Then his mouth opened wide, and there was a strong momentum to spurt out of his mouth.

He will shout loudly.

But just when he was about to shout, the old man beside him suddenly stretched out his hand, coughed a few times, and said, "This is what the world really looks like!"

He paused, and then said loudly, "But, even if this is what the world really looks like, we have to work hard and work hard to change the world."

Then he stood up, yes, he stood up, the ghost liquid that was on his feet was still on his feet, but at this time, it didn't have any effect, like ordinary liquid There is no difference, just some stains, which are disgusting.

He just stood up, and then rushed forward, in front of those people, his mahogany sword that had been smashed by the ghost appeared in his hand again, miraculously intact.

He held the mahogany sword and swung it forward.

Those people were walking towards him, already in front of him, but they would not stop. Their upper bodies were bent, their heads were lowered, and they were almost lowered to the ground.

They can't see, they can't see that someone is blocking them in front of them.

But even if they can see it, will they stop?No, they still won't stop, they, they are not them anymore.

They are corpses now, walking corpses one by one.

But the old man will not just retreat like this.

He held the mahogany sword and swung it forward. The originally indifferent mahogany sword radiated light, which was white light.

The white light rushed towards them, directly to the other wall, and then turned into dots of light, falling on them, and they stopped.

"Look! How powerful I am!" The old man jumped up, very happy.

He turned his head, looked at Li Ziyan, and groaned.

Li Ziyan has recovered slightly at this time.

He wiped away the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes, and closed his mouth firmly.

He just sat there and said, "Yes! You are amazing!"

He spoke as if he had no strength at all. In fact, he hadn't completely escaped from the scene. They were still in front of him, but they didn't come towards him.

And even if they disappear, there will be others like them.

As long as there are people in this world.

As long as there are those people in this world.

Then this world, this scene, will always exist.

"You can't do this!" The old man saw Li Ziyan's current situation at a glance, and said, "This world is like this, if you don't want to see this kind of thing anymore, then you should change this world instead of living in the world." Sigh here, sigh here, nothing can change, the only thing that will change is your state of mind, which is getting more and more depressed."

"So! Boy, you have to stand up, stand up and overthrow everything, instead of sitting here and sighing!" He looked at Li Ziyan and said, "Understood?"

"I understand!" Li Ziyan raised her head and looked at him, the eyes that were downcast just now are now shining brightly.

"However, I am no longer a boy, but a man, a man who wants to stand upright!" Li Ziyan reached out to the old man, and said, "My name is Li Ziyan, thank you!"

He also extended his hand, held Li Ziyan's hand, and said, "Master Fan! It's a pleasure to meet you, young man."

He paused, and then said, "I haven't met a young man like you for a long time! People in this world are hovering on the border of death. Even if they had some fighting spirit at the beginning, it was worn away later. Become one walking dead after another!"

"It's so sad!" There were bursts of sighs in his words.

"Yes!" Li Ziyan nodded, "I really want to meet the legendary high priest and talk to him about people's suffering."

"Really?" Hearing Li Ziyan say this, the depression in his eyes was swept away, and the light instantly radiated, it was an incomparably dazzling light.

But he was not because Li Ziyan mentioned that they regarded them as the high priests of the gods, but because Li Ziyan said that he wanted to meet their gods.

Hearing what Li Ziyan said, he instantly became happy.

He said: "This is good, this is good! Don't worry, you will see him one day, and you will definitely!"

Hearing what he said, Li Ziyan was slightly stunned, but thinking about it, with his character, he should be comforting himself again.

He said, "Yes! I will, I will!"

Of course he had to follow his words, after all he was a senior, and Li Ziyan also believed that one day he would meet the high priest whom they regarded as a god.

He firmly believed in this.

They were holding hands tightly, with bright smiles on their faces and eyes.

"From now on, I will call you young man!" Lord Fan said, "You will call me Senior Fan!"

"Okay!" Li Ziyan nodded and said, "Okay! Senior Fan!"

"Yeah!" Lord Fan nodded in satisfaction, and was about to say something, but the people behind him suddenly emitted light, which spread to the pilgrimage pattern on the north window.

The kneeling people on the pilgrimage pattern seemed to come alive, one by one shone with light, and the songs sung during the pilgrimage came from the mouths of the people on the pattern, and swayed in this room.

Li Ziyan couldn't understand this song. After all, he was not from this world. He could still understand what people said, and the pronunciation was basically the same.

But the pilgrimage song was sung to the gods in their hearts, and the language should be the old saying of this world.

The language spoken by people in this world is evolved from that old saying, or it may be a newly created language.

Anyway, Li Ziyan didn't understand, but when he heard the song, he couldn't help but feel excited, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Influenced by that song, he was full of fighting spirit.

And the lord next to him should understand and enjoy it very much, stroking his long white beard, and the smile in his eyes is even bigger.

But at this time, the singing suddenly disappeared.

He was a little angry, and the clothes on his body were fluttering in the wind.

At this time, the surrounding time and space were collapsing, and one after another, pillars were pulled out from the ground.