Ghost slaves are not like ghosts, they can be killed.

Fang Yuan's right hand emitted a dark red light, which was emitted through his gloves, and an invisible ripple swept away from all around.

The two ghost slaves on the opposite side, like walking corpses, stumbled towards the two of them.

"Swish!"

A sound of breaking through the air sounded, and then a black shadow passed by Fang Yuan and quickly attacked the female ghost slave.

The black shadow cut into tofu and instantly cut into the ghost slave's head, and then exploded with a bang. The headless female corpse staggered and fell to the ground due to inertia.

"Is that strong?"

Fang Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the male corpse not far ahead.

"boom!"

Fang Yuan pinched the head of the male corpse and smashed it to the ground. Suddenly, a pit appeared out of thin air.

“…”

I am still not used to controlling this strange ability. The ghost slave was originally fragile and he couldn't control it. He suddenly even smashed his head.

He frowned, suppressed the disgust in his heart and threw away the sticky things in his hands, then slowly retreated to Lin Jianjia's side, and watched around him vigilantly.

Where there are ghost slaves, there must be ghosts!

"How about it?"

"I can't control it." Lin Jianjia shook her head, her face a little pale. If there was a light at this time, she would definitely see her hair flashing slightly, and it was as straight as a steel needle.

Suddenly, Lin Jianjia's face turned from white to red, her eyes widened like a copper bell, and a thumb-sized trace suddenly appeared on her neck and slowly fell into it.

Fang Yuan sucked his nose and a severe pain came from his throat. Then a suffocation sensation came into his mind, and his face suddenly became congested.

He grabbed his hand toward his neck, but found that there was nothing to hold him back.

"The ghost is here!"

This thought flashed through Fang Yuan's mind, and then he felt his feet lightening and he was slowly hanging up.

At the same time, the two hemp ropes stretched out from somewhere in the sky and pulled out their necks.

A tear fell from Lin Jianjia's eyes, a pretty face turned red, and tiny green blood vessels gradually emerged.

Fang Yuan's eyes also began to turn white, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to see Chen Ping not far away, looking at them with a strange smile.

"Ahem!"

Fang Yuan fell to the ground and rubbed his neck, while holding a black hemp rope in his hand.

"Press it temporarily with your hair." Fang Yuan shouted immediately after looking at Lin Jianjia who was about to suffocate.

With a bang, Lin Jianjia hit the ground.

Hemp ropes fell from the sky, as if they were thinking, and they all came towards the direction of the two of them.

A red light emanated from Fang Yuan's body, covering the two of them. Then his mind moved and disappeared from the spot.

At the last moment, he seemed to see a man watching them in the jungle beside him.

There was a hole in the man's stomach, his internal organs were hanging outside, and blood flowed along the corners of his clothes on the surrounding leaves.

"Chen Ping's evil ghost is revived? Can we find us so soon?" Fang Yuan's face changed, as if he did not expect that Chen Ping's revived ghost could find their location accurately.

Hanging? Ghost rope?

So what is the rule of killing? Every ghost has a rule of killing, whether it is weak or powerful.

Looking at the dense hemp ropes falling from the sky behind him, Fang Yuan looked ashen: "Be careful, the rule of killing people by this hemp rope seems to touch the hemp rope in the sky."

They must have accidentally touched the hemp rope because it was too dark, so they didn't know.

The speed of the two of them accelerated and they walked for about ten minutes without realizing it.

"Here...this is the path at the entrance of the courtyard!"

It seemed that he felt that the surrounding environment was familiar. Fang Yuan turned his head and saw a dilapidated dirt house standing on the field not far behind them!

Lin Jianjia looked at Fang Yuan and didn't say anything, but the look seemed to be asking why she wanted to return here?

"...I just went towards the entrance of the village, and for some reason I returned to this place." Fang Yuan's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were puzzled.

Could it be that I really have to go back to find the Grand Master’s chair?

Whether Chen Ping was alive just now or now, it seems that something is pushing them into this hut.

If this is the case, then Zhang Sheng and the others should also be in this hut? Or on the way here?

"Huh... it seems that I can't hide. If I can go out alive, I want to see who wants to kill us." Fang Yuan took a deep breath, looked at Lin Jianjia, and the two nodded tacitly.

...

The moonlight was faint, hitting the ground through the cracks of the trees, and the rain in the sky stopped at some point.

Although the earthen houses are not far from their straight line, they still have to pass a small road to reach them.

"Um?"

The two stopped and a pair of coffin wood appeared in front of him. The coffin wood was smaller than what he had seen in the room before. It was shining with moonlight. Fang Yuan saw that the coffin did not have a coffin lid.

"Is it a ghost?" Fang Yuan's eyes were gloomy and hesitant.

"There is Chen Ping behind, and there is no way out." Fang Yuan's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he immediately said to Lin Jianjia: "Be careful, let's walk over and try not to make any sound."

As soon as you approach the coffin, there is a rotten corpse scent in the air, which makes people disgusted. The closer you get, the stronger it becomes.

Fang Yuan stared at the coffin vigilantly, held Lin Jianjia's hand and slowly moved forward. Finally, he looked at the empty space directly in front of him and the coffin behind him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was glad that when he was about to walk forward, he found Lin Jianjia stunned in place, raised her hand with some trembling trembling and pointed to the side of the road: "The coffin just now!"

"What?" Fang Yuan's pupil vibrated and he looked in the direction of her finger. A black coffin was placed under the shadow of the big tree.

He suddenly turned around and found that the coffin behind him had disappeared at some point.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and he was in a dilemma at this moment.

In front is a strange coffin, behind is Chen Ping's ghost rope and an unknown direction of progress. The path that no matter what, it is full of murderous intent.

"Ahem."

An old cough came from behind Fang Yuan. The cough seemed to penetrate his eardrums and kept echoing in his mind.

"No!! She...she is here again!"

Suddenly, Lin Jianjia screamed and looked ahead in horror. At the same time, her hair grew wildly and rushed forward.

Fang Yuan's face looked extremely ugly.

You don’t have to think about it and know who Lin Jianjia said she was.

Sure enough, not far behind the coffin wood, a white figure was slowly approaching. It had no head and had some blood on its body. It was holding a handful of long hair in its hand, looking messy, and the blood was held on the ground along its long hair.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!