There was wind in the solidified room due to the flow of yin energy.

This time, the most lethal part was the layered shadows, and the sticky black strands were ruthlessly pricked on Jiang Po!

"ah!!!"

The old male voice screamed, revealing the extreme hysteria.

In an instant, Jiang Po's whole body was penetrated by countless shadows. The intangible light and shadow condensed into a solid body at this time, just like a copy of the silk thread that controls the shadow puppet.

She struggled hard, and the yin energy in the blood-colored formation on the ground was absorbed by her to feed back, but it was useless. She looked at the closed door with resentment, as if she was hating the distance.

Guijiu has been annoyed with the shadow puppet since he entered the dungeon. At this time, he was toothless and had a strong malice flowing in his scarlet eyes. He carefully observed Jiang Po's appearance. Even if the rotten liquid splashed out from Jiang Po's pierced wound, he did not hesitate at all.

It can be seen that this fake Jiang Po is not good at fighting, just like they speculated.

Yes, if you are really strong, why use so many means to deal with them?

The wind was blowing, and the ghost wine had unknowingly left the barrel. The water stains on his body dripped down, and even his hair was dripping. He walked barefoot step by step to Jiang Po.

The shadows were all his subordinates, spreading around him. Under the wet bangs, the red ghost eyes were full of inhumane feeling, which made everyone who saw these eyes feel cold and unable to breathe.

To a certain extent, Guijiu is not as kind as the ghosts in Fengtou Town at night, especially his dripping water. It makes people subconsciously ignore his superior human appearance and can only see the terribleness of the ghosts under the skin.

Jiang Po trembled in the pressure getting closer and closer.

The more she looked at Guijiu, the more fear she looked, and even uncontrollably she lowered her head to look at the water on the ground, her pupils shrank and smaller.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!!!" After screaming, Jiang Po slowed down and found that she didn't seem to scream.

She opened her mouth, and a burnout hidden in fear emerged irresistible, splitting its consciousness into two, one was talking - running, the other was talking - so tired, just that.

The silent silence began to pollute Jiang Po's consciousness, like tiny bugs, gnawing on her will to survive.

I don’t know if it was an illusion caused by light and shadow, but even her body seemed to have begun to fade away and become dim.

Zhao Mou behind him felt the strange pollution hidden in the shadows, secretly sucking, dispelling the feeling of being assimilated.

He knew what this pollution was...it was the silence power of ghost wine.

It is a high power directly from the power system of the evil god [His] and was melted into the high power of the body by the ghosts who entered Ajiu's body back then.

It makes people lose their desire to survive, makes people crazy, makes people's alienation soar, and turns into a strange shadow in silence.

The Siren immediately stretched out his hand, and a faint halo covered Zhao Mou and Ren Yi. Her ocean purification ability was suitable for use at this time. With the help of the Siren, Zhao Mou was no longer affected by the shadow of silence and breathed a sigh of relief.

This is just that Guijiu inevitably affects the energy residue around him when he takes action. If he faces silence...

Zhao Mou looked at Jiang Po.

After so little time, Jiang Po was about to fade into a gray-white portrait.

The incomprehensible ability made Jiang Po’s clothes fade, but the pair of red cloth shoes on her feet were still dazzlingly red, just like the only abrupt existence on the black and white painting with paint applied.

Jiang Po opened her mouth wide, as if she was crying silently. After a while, Guijiu's faint tone was mixed with some pleasure, and she asked softly: "What are you afraid of? Let me see."

The scarlet eyes met Jiang Po's gaze, and instantly saw the scene in her eyes from the reflection of Jiang Po's pupils.

Bugs, overwhelming black bugs, crawled in this small room.

The dense insect legs rubbed against the antennae, making an uninterrupted creaking sound. Countless insects gathered into huge shadows, tangled on the ground, on the wall, on the ceiling, and on every part of their sight.

The silk threads that ran through her body were long twisting black iron nematode-like creatures. The tops of the insects were swinging randomly, like a drawing of hell.

It turns out that the world that Jiang Po saw near the crazy Jiang Po was like this.

Guijiu curled her lips and got closer.

He saw himself in Jiang Po's eyes.

It was no longer what things were originally like. The world in Jiang Po's eyes had been twisted with her crazy fantasy. Guijiu saw his body rotting and incomplete, and his whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the river. There were much more water stains flowing along his body to the floor, and then mixed with the black worms. The worms struggled to die in the water, and soon there was a new addition.

This look a bit familiar, Gui Jiu recognized him after thinking about it a little - Jiang Po, who was extremely afraid, recognized him as a water corpse.

People from the lineage of Master Wanban are indeed very afraid of water corpses. No wonder even the rules of Fengtou Town use water corpses as a special punishment for these people.

Apart from that, Jiang Po had nothing else in his eyes.

Guijiu was a little disappointed.

He could have seen all the "illusions" that prey saw in the silence, and thus peeked into the secrets in Jiang Po's memory, but Jiang Po was like a paramecium, with no unnecessary thoughts except for the distorted reaction to existing things.

It seems that there is no clue to be caught.

He looked up slightly, his eyes penetrated the shadow and fell on Yu Xing who was waiting for him.

Yu Xing's eyes remained on him, and when he looked at him, he smiled at him, as if saying: Although your ability is terrifying, it has not affected me, so let it go.

Guijiu snorted coldly.

"She is useless, kill me?"

Yu Xing nodded: "Since it's useless, there's no need to keep it, just kill it."

The shadow rioted instantly, and the murderous intent was no longer hidden.

But at this moment, Jiang Po, who had a ferocious and confused expression, suddenly moved. She seemed to have been waiting for Gui Jiu to take his attention away.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! All the dullness and despair disappeared quietly, and she saw her whole body tremble, her body suddenly fell like a pool of mud, and the sticky flesh melted into liquid, flowing out of the small hole penetrated by the shadow, leaving only a piece of soft skin, drooping silently.

A tiny fluctuation that was almost undetectable passed through the gap in the shadows, and the wind brought about was inconspicuous in the shady wind. Just as the thing was about to leave the room, the black fog chased after it, wrapped it against the thing, tightly imprisoned it.

The next second, the shadow and the black fog dissipate at the same time.

The room returned to its original appearance, and even the blood array on the ground disappeared. Several deducers were scattered, but they deliberately or unintentionally blocked all directions.

The gas wrapped in the black mist twisted and screamed, falling into Yu Xing's palm.

"Catched," he said.

Everyone stepped forward one after another.

The sirens were afraid of ghost wine, and set a distance between him and approached the other side of Yu Xing, and looked at the squirming black fog.

After a closer look, there was a ball of white smoke wrapped inside. The white smoke sometimes turned into a face, and sometimes it was painted into a human form, with dark energy and resentment.

"Is this the soul?" Ren Yi showed extraordinary curiosity about this.

Regardless of whether humans have souls or not, in this copy setting, souls do exist and are very important.

Yu Xing simply handed the black fog to Ren Yi to watch, and he himself came to Guijiu and touched the other person's head: "It's a good job."

When he was lying on the table as a spare leather bag, he had more contact with Jiang Po and heard her talk to herself, thus confirming that this fake Jiang Po was actually not as simple as a shadow puppet.

He could sense that Jiang Po's aura was more inclined toward humans than ghosts transformed by shadow puppets.

So he had a guess that perhaps the fake Jiang Po was not a fake made by imitating the real Jiang Po, nor was it a disguise, makeup or trick to fool.

But - wearing Maejiang Po's skin.

If you want to get rid of her, you can only force this soul that occupied the magpie's nest out of Jiang Po's skin.

If that soul knew that it would be even more dangerous to come out, I would rather hide it in this skin, even if it was torn and full of holes. As long as it was hidden from them, there would be a chance to leave.

So Yu Xing gave Guijiu a look, which was strange. In fact, he was not sure Guijiu could understand what he meant, because just one look could not express a certain sentence clearly, but that was what he did.

Guijiu actually understood it smoothly.

Then he was a terrifying shock and pretended to be careless, so that the soul knew that if he didn't leave, he might be scattered. Now he had the opportunity to take advantage of the shadows in the sky and fled quickly.
Chapter completed!