Weird Regulator

At the same time, at the end of the village in the opposite direction to the Luo family, there was a small wooden house surrounded by junk and trees.

The door of the wooden house was not closed, and the whistling night wind blew the gap wider and wider again and again.

With the arrival of night, the distant sky has cleared away its original calm. Dark clouds cover the stars, making the night darker.

In the wooden house with no lights on, the sound of subtle footsteps was echoing, but it was covered up by the huge thunder that shook the world from outside.

The pressure of the approaching storm did not affect the man walking in the house, because he had lost his head.

Bai Huaiguang was overjoyed to survive the disaster, but he was also completely trapped in this wooden house.

With almost all his senses deprived, he could do nothing but enter the house.

A way out, right.

But it seems like it's only half done.

Before the head comes back, all he can do is explore this haunted house.

Bai Huaiguang walked around the wooden house in the darkness, stretching his arms and measuring the area of ​​the house with his feet.

As the habitat of a madman, the structure inside the house feels very simple, only about twenty square meters.

Judging from Bai Huaiguang's perception, there was nothing here that made him uncomfortable.

Now that he has entered the house, it means that the way to escape is the right one, and he will not be threatened here.

But the delay in returning the heads shows that the crisis is not over yet.

To him, the world is a non-existent idealistic thing.

What he could feel was very little, and even if there was a ghost standing in front of him, he couldn't do anything.

Bai Huaiguang was like a helpless blind man who broke into a cave full of wild beasts. Both parties were waiting and vigilant, but no one could make the first move.

Slowly, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the video recording function in the dark.

The flashlight turned on, symbolizing that the long-lost light finally appeared in this house.

The red signal light flashed in front of the screen. Bai Huaiguang held up the phone and rotated it slowly in the room.

He had no ability to observe the intelligence, so he could only record it and send it to Luo Xian to save the clues.

After recording the general environment, he held up his mobile phone and began to move along the wall little by little.

This wooden house might very well contain important information, and he could only do his best to record the details.

One hand was groping the wall, the other hand was holding up the phone.

The walls of the wooden house were made of rough wood, and there were countless barbs on the surface. His hands were covered with blood in just a moment.

But if he didn't stick to the wall, he would lose his sense of direction and could only leave scarlet blood marks on the wall with his bloody palms.

And from his invisible perspective, the blood that was rubbed on the wall was disappearing at an extremely fast speed.

It was as if these walls were a monster that only sucked human blood, tasting Bai Huaiguang's blood.

This step was slow and painful. Bai Huaiguang could only pray that the head would return quickly.

Without four-fifths of his senses, he couldn't find a way to survive with the remaining half.

After he comprehensively recorded the entire interior of the house, from the whole to the parts, he was finally able to stop.

Standing in the center of the room, he fumbled with the screen with both hands and opened the communication software.

Luoxian is pinned to the top of his dialog box, so it's not difficult to find. It's also common to send files, pictures, etc.

So he carried out this step very smoothly and ensured that there would be no mistakes.

When the send button was pressed on the video, Bai Huaiguang hesitated and started typing.

He didn't know if he would make it out alive, so he kept his story short and conveyed everything that happened.

The wooden house at the end of the village, the ghost is here, and I am also here, there is something suspicious here...

The strong wind had already blown the ajar door completely open, and the breath of the outside world squeezed into the wooden house.

Suddenly, a huge silver centipede appeared in the sky.

Silver lightning illuminated a large area of ​​land and also illuminated the interior of the wooden house.

At the same time, there was a pale palm that was illuminated, which was grabbing Bai Huaiguang, who was unaware of it.

…

At the same time, the positive situation in the Luo family's backyard also entered a white-hot stage due to the approaching heavy rain.

Ji Li dragged Luo Xian with one hand and forcibly retreated into the east room. He held the ancient bronze coffin against the door frame with his feet.

There was a dull banging sound on the edge of the ancient coffin, and flying black hair was rushing into the house along every crack.

Ji Li used the opera sword to cut off every strand of hair that was about to enter, and at the same time, he had to be wary of Luo Xian beside him.

At this time, there was only a boy's head on Luo Xian's shoulder, which had become beyond recognition.

The entire facial features, eyes and nose were even pushed to the back of the head, and the front of the face was completely covered by the gaping mouth.

The huge mouth was aimed at Luo Xian's head, which was gradually dehydrated.

After all, the mother and child are two ghosts of the same body, and it would be very difficult to deal with them without a correct way of survival.

Ji Li had a rough idea of ​​how to survive, but it was still not time to implement it.

Because there was something on Luo Xian's neck and snow-white skin trying to tear out his throat and get out.

Gurgling blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth, and several sharp female screams could be heard faintly.

Not only Luo Xian, but also Ji Li was coughing up blood.

It was as if there was a blade stuck in the throat, and every time he breathed he was experiencing pain as if he was cutting bones and flesh.

The ghost brought by Yu Guofeng was originally specifically aimed at Luo Xian, but perhaps because the two were too close, it affected him as well.

The death of two ghosts broke out at the same time, and Ji Li began to be overwhelmed.

Ji Li, don't hold on, first execute the plan of survival for mother and son.

Leave this ghost in your throat alone!

The third personality knew that Ji Li had guessed the fate of the mother and son, but could not figure out why he had not taken action.

But Ji Li gritted his teeth and remained silent. He was in such a bad state that it was difficult to speak.

It was obvious that the main energy of the female ghost in the throat was directed at the sleeping Luo Xian, and he was only doing additional damage.

If the mother-child water ghost were to survive first, even if it could succeed, Luo Xian would probably die from the female ghost in his throat.

If the two ghosts' deaths happen at the same time, then the two ghosts' lives should also be executed at the same time.

The way out for the female ghost in his throat was completely unclear, so there was no point in trying to find a single way out. He had to wait.

Waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that he had long thought about, to take down all the ghosts in one fell swoop.

Luo Xian was very important to Ji Li in this mission and could not die so early.

He knew that Luo Xian had a backup method, but that was not what Ji Li wanted.

Luo Xian used evil schemes to control him, and he counterattacked.

Ji Li wants Luo Xian to follow the path arranged by him. He will not be used by Luo Xian because he is the one who controls the dream operation!

The boy's head and the female ghost in his throat are about to be unable to be contained. The two supernatural forces use Luo Xian's upper body as the battlefield, restraining and competing with each other.

The tremors of the ancient bronze coffin became more and more serious, and the other half of the water ghost was almost unable to stop it.

cough!

Ji Li suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood, which wet his front, which was shocking.

The third personality shouted loudly in his mind:

What on earth are you waiting for?

At this moment, several more high-pitched screams came from the direction of the west room.

Judging from the sound, it came from Chen Wei and Yu Guofeng, but Ma Mingyu made no movement.

Rays of silver light, like steel wires, were reflected in Ji Li's gray and black pupils, and a third wave of particularly familiar supernatural power surged up.

Accompanied by deafening thunder, strong winds swept down and rain poured down on every inch of Wue Village.

What Ji Li is waiting for is this third ghost!