Chapter 156, Media Contact

Yun Ming looked at the dense red marks. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the marks.

Touching a human ghost triggers the medium, and a death curse appears.

Withering, darkness, death, a tide of darkness appeared, and appeared on the enemy following the contact of the medium.

The ghost in Yang Jian's body was trembling, and the curse of death was spreading. Although it had no effect on him, he could feel the despair.

"This is the curse on the ghost gun."

Yang Jian remembered this familiar curse. It was the fatal curse that appeared on the ghost gun when he was dealing with the starving ghost curse in Dachang City.

"What a scary ghost."

The Touching Ghost is a purely offensive type of ghost. The curse it casts is a fatal curse, and once used, it will be stacked.

One second, two seconds...

As time passed, the horror of the curse began to double in intensity.

The blood-red handprint turned black, and the ghosts hiding deep in the ghost realm were under the attack of the death curse.

The curse of death is still increasing and increasing.

"Ahhhh!!!"

A shrill scream was heard in the corridor.

The sound was a mixture of many different voices, as if countless people were screaming at the same time.

The supernatural powers are fighting against each other, and the only ones who can deal with ghosts are ghosts.

But ghosts with death curses are really scary, and the death curses can be stacked.

Gradually, the touching ghost began to invade the stitching ghost's body.

Bah! Bah!
Different tissues of the human body fall from the air.

Arms, legs, head.

These body tissues are covered with black curses, which make them dry and twisted.

The stench of decay emanated from these human tissues.

"Not bad! I actually lasted more than 20 seconds."

Yun Ming said very comfortably.

Although the fatal curse of the Touching Ghost has not fully erupted, the level of terror now superimposed is not something an ordinary evil ghost can contend with.

As more and more corpses fell from the sky, the number of corpses on the stitched ghost became fewer and fewer, and the degree of horror was constantly decreasing.

As the level of terror decreased, the invasion of Yunming's death curse began to accelerate.

When the death curse was superimposed to 40 seconds, the body of the Stitched Ghost was invaded by the death curse of the Touching Ghost.

"Come out! You."

Yun Ming stretched out his other hand into the air and a ghost with a twisted body and many stitched wounds fell from the sky.

The ghost's appearance is extremely distorted, with every part of its body being spliced ​​together, so it can barely take on a human form.

This is the true form of the Stitched Ghost.

Dense black curses appeared on the body of the Stitched Ghost. These curses covered a large area of ​​the Stitched Ghost's body like birthmarks, forcing the Stitched Ghost into silence.

"vegetable!"

Yun Ming released the hand that was pressing on the red mark, and as he released it, the death curse began to dissipate.

The large areas of black spots on the Stitched Ghost's body began to disappear, and the Stitched Ghost was about to wake up.

However, the next second, Yun Ming pierced the stitched ghost's head directly with the ghost gun in his hand.

"Finish!"

Picking up the Stitched Ghost, Yun Ming reached out and pinched it directly, starting to turn it into gold. After it turned into a statue, he put it into the storage bag.

All operations are done in one go.

Xiong Wenwen had already opened her eyes at this time.

"it's over?"

"ended."

Yang Jian looked at Yun Ming. The stitched ghost was at least an A-level evil ghost and had the ability to go deep into the ghost realm.

Such a tricky ability was easily cracked by Yun Ming

At this moment, Yang Jian intuitively felt Yun Ming's terror.

After Yun Ming finished everything, he looked at Yang Jian.

"Alright, alright, don't forget our purpose. Your good friend Zhao Lei is still waiting for you to save him!"

Yang Jian nodded, then turned to look at the pile of corpses in Room 13. At this moment, he didn't think Zhao Lei was still alive. Even if he was, his face must have been taken away.

Behind the curtain of Room 13, a figure loomed.

Xiong Wenwen saw it first.

"Xiao Yang, look, is there a ghost over there?"

Xiong Wenwen pointed her finger at the curtains.

Yang Jian instinctively opened his ghost eyes, and a blurry figure appeared and disappeared behind the curtains.

Looking at that figure, Yang Jian felt very familiar.

That was Zhao Lei's body.

"Zhao Lei?"

Many speculations flashed through Yang Jian’s mind. Now that the newspaper ghost had been imprisoned, Zhao Lei’s body must have been abandoned.

Theoretically, there is a possibility that Zhao Lei is still alive.

Yun Ming just glanced at Zhao Lei and then flashed over and pulled him over.

"Not a ghost."

Yun Ming pushed Zhao Lei to Yang Jian.

After Yang Jian touched it, he felt a warm feeling.

"Still alive!"

As soon as this thought came to mind, Yang Jian's face inexplicably showed a hint of joy.

But when Yang Jian saw Zhao Lei's face clearly, his expression turned gloomy.

It was a strange face, a rotten face. The face did not fit the body and was crooked.

"damn it."

Yang Jian used the power of the ghost shadow to tear off the rotten face on Zhao Lei's face.

Zhao Lei now looks like the pile of corpses in the room, without a face.

"Newspaper ghost, did it take all the faces away before leaving?"

Yang Jian's thoughts raced, and soon he figured everything out.

"Could it be Room 31?"

Yang Jian remembered the hint Zhao Lei gave him.

If the hint is correct, then Zhao Lei's face should be in Room 31.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian said immediately.

"We still have to go to Room 31. Zhao Lei's face should be there."

Xiong Wenwen was a little timid, but still focused on Yang Jian.

"Of course you can, but Xiao Yangni has to protect me!"

"Let's go! It's not dangerous for me anyway."

Yunming spread his hands.

The three of them returned to the corridor, avoided the patrolling Li Qingzhi, and came to the door of Room 31.

Yang Jian used the power of ghost to open the door.

The room was still dark. When Yang Jian illuminated the room with a flashlight, Xiong Wenwen was startled.

Yang Jian had expected this and was not frightened, and the same was true for Yun Ming.

This room was extremely terrifying. The walls were covered with faces, one face after another, hanging there peacefully with their eyes closed.

The faces of the bodies in Room 13 are all here.

"hiss!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath.

This ghost is so perverted, as if it is some murderer with a collecting habit.

This ghost peeled off the faces of all the people he killed and hung them here as works of art.

The faces were hung on old newspapers pasted on the wall, the bloody newspapers were soaked with blood.

These faces include both men and women, old and young.

Yang Jian took a quick look around and made a rough count. There were at least two or three hundred faces here. Judging from the amount of coagulated blood on the newspapers, the faces had been here for no more than ten days.

(End of this chapter)