Song Yu looked a little weird, looked at the tatters around him and said:

"What a village, and just let Captain Lin overthrow it. Captain Lin is really quite violent."

Tian Yunxiao didn't speak. He raised his head and looked at the sky. It looked like it was at night.

"The surrounding supernatural phenomena have disappeared, and we seem to have reached reality." Tian Yunxiao said.

"If you say so, it's true that Team Lin and Team Shen must have entered the real coffin village. That shabby village seems not to be the source yet." Xu Qingxiao said.

Song Yu's eyes flickered slightly, recalling the scene she just saw, she narrowed her eyes:

"The source is inside the coffin. Team Lin and the others should have entered the coffin."

Hearing this, Tian Yunxiao pushed up his glasses, thought for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, a middle-aged man with an unkind expression appeared.

The first words he said made Tian Yunxiao and others feel numb.

"Where is that little bastard Lin Qian?"

The middle-aged man looked at these little bastards with deep eyes. Damn it, he just paused for a moment and wished the well was gone.

"Where is that little brat Lin Qian? Come on, forget it... I'll do it myself."

After saying that, the middle-aged man slapped each of them, knocking Tian Yunxiao and others unconscious. Even Liu Qi and Wang Yi were not spared, which shows how angry this middle-aged man was.

He didn't even give them a chance to speak.

The middle-aged man didn't bother to care about them, he just grabbed a person's head, picked up a book and slapped him on the head.

Then the middle-aged man threw the person aside and quickly opened the book, and a scene appeared inside.

After reading it, the middle-aged man's face became extremely calm. He arranged his clothes, then put his hands behind his back, and quietly looked at the place where Lin Qian and Shen Lin disappeared.

…………

The sky is gray, with gray-white flocs floating in the air.

A city appeared in this world, with twisted mummies hanging on the gray city walls, and a thick layer of ash remaining on the blue-gray stone slabs.

The people in the city were doing their own things with numb expressions.

All of them, without exception, acted stiffly and lifelessly.

In the dusty stalls, there are vendors cutting meat, using rusty kitchen knives to chop the meat on the shore.

Said to be flesh, it was actually a head with a numb face and a hollow expression, and a cold aura surrounded the head.

This is a fierce ghost.

Next to the stall, on several tables and chairs, several people were sitting there eating, with a bowl of black, viscous soup in an old bowl.

There were gray flocs falling from the air floating on it, Gudong, the soup separated slightly, and a rotten eyeball popped out from the bottom of the bowl.

The diners didn't seem to care at all. They reached out to pick up the bowl and drank it down.

Gray flocs floated in the air, everything seemed so dead, and pedestrians on the street walked stiffly.

With a thud, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, which seemed very abrupt in this quiet city.

At this moment, all the residents stopped and turned their heads to look at where the sound came from.

It's an axe, an old axe, and a young man.

Shen Lin frowned and looked around:

"What the hell, this place is so lifeless."

As soon as Shen Lin's complaint appeared, it seemed like a hornet's nest had been stirred up, and it immediately caused a series of chain reactions.

The residents with numb expressions and empty eyes seemed to be staring at Shen Lin, and then, all of them rushed towards Shen Lin.

"Fuck, there are so many ghost slaves."

Shen Lin picked up the ax, casually chopped down a ghost slave next to him, and then disappeared from the spot.

On the city wall, a series of wedding dresses were displayed automatically. Lin Qian stood next to the bride, looking at the ghost city, and then glanced at Shen Lin, who suddenly appeared next to him.

This guy actually came here with the help of the little white cat's memory, there is something.

"Captain Lin, what is going on? Why are there so many ghost slaves here?"

Shen Lin looked at this city. The number of ghost slaves was at least one hundred thousand, which was still far less. Not counting those ghost slaves who had no ability to move, it would have been up to four hundred thousand.

"Normally, source ghosts are very scary. They are fierce ghosts that accept sacrifices. Each time the sacrifices are made, there are many tributes. Once or twice is nothing, but what if it is dozens or hundreds of times?"

"You know, this thing has been sacrificed for at least decades or hundreds of years. It is normal to have this number of ghost slaves." After Lin Qianna put on the mask, a unique electronic sound sounded in Shen Lin's ears.

After hearing what Lin Qian said, Shen Lin understood. He raised his head and looked at the sky. The gray sky stretched as far as the eye could see, with gray flocs floating in it, which was extremely ominous.

"Is this a ghost land? It feels a bit scary." Shen Lin said.

"It's just a ghost realm. It's not as strong as me. It just so happens that I saw some secrets and now I can experiment." Lin Qian said.

"Oh? Secret? It's interesting. How about I watch it." Shen Lin stepped back and gave up the place.

"random."

Lin Qian smiled, looked at the Cunning Bride, licked her lips, and pulled out a scroll from her pocket.

"Ghost paintings have never been from abroad. I knew that from the beginning."

"The ghost realm of ghost paintings is the strongest, even when encountering the powerful ghosts in myths and legends. I used to be curious about why ghost paintings are so strong."

"Maybe she is also something from myths and legends. I was still guessing before, but it wasn't until I put on the ring and became completely engaged to the bride that I knew."

Lin Qian stretched out his hand to open the scroll, then threw it forward, and an ancient painting full of ancient meaning appeared.

There are green mountains and green waters above, hundreds of ghosts walking at night, plum trees with dead bones pillowing them, painted skins of female ghosts, fierce ghosts carrying lanterns, flowers blooming on the other side, and a bride getting married.

This was a picture of a hundred ghosts. Lin Qian just smiled and stretched out his hand to throw a piece of human skin on the picture.

Everything changed in an instant. Streets appeared one after another, and the people in the paintings appeared in them one by one. The supernatural turned into mist and appeared on the small bridges and flowing water.

Stalls selling goods, people buying goods, boats on the wharf, and farmers working hard.

An ancient painting depicts all aspects of life and the appearances of all living beings.

The margin of the ancient painting reads: Along the River During the Qingming Festival

Signed by:……

Seeing this name, Lin Qian looked at the Cunning Bride: "So that's your name."

Lin Qian smiled, a darkness emerged, and white flames appeared on the ancient painting. In an instant, everything began to change, the ancient painting became colder, and a bloody smell appeared.

White flames submerged into the ghost painting, and the strange ghost realm began to spread around.

Shen Lin looked at this scene, his expression moved slightly, and there was some confusion in his eyes. He knew about Qingming Shanghe and had seen it before, but it didn't seem like this.

The scene on the painting began to change, and terrifying and infiltrating pictures began to appear.

There are a total of eighteen scenes, corresponding to tongue pulling, scissors, iron tree, evil mirror, steamer, copper pillar, knife mountain, iceberg, oil pan, cow pit, stone pressure, spring mortar, blood pool, unjust death, torture, volcano,

Stone grinder, knife saw.

That is, the Eighteen Hells, this is a picture of the Eighteen Hells.

Lin Qian looked at the lifelike evil ghosts above. The ferocious and terrifying things were just ordinary here.

The scary ghosts seemed to be coming out at any moment.

Lin Qian just watched quietly, no one could know the expression behind the mask.

The ghost realm covered the city, and Lin Qian stared at the ghost paintings floating in the air.

If nothing else, the owner of this painting is Wu Daozi in history.

The ghost painting, the ghost painting, is really apt. Lin Qian stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ghost painting. A coldness filled the air, and white flames burned blazingly in the volcanic hell.

Lin Qian scratched it with his finger, and the ghost paintings began to disappear. He saw part of the truth, which was considered quite good.

Lin Qian looked at the sky, which was blue and red. He smiled and looked down at the ghost slaves rushing toward them one by one.

"I don't have a ghost slave, but I do have a derivative ghost."

Lin Qian whispered, and the starving ghosts appeared one after another. The ghost blood flooded the entire city in an instant, and the ghost slaves were washed to the ground by the sea of ​​blood, and then were involved in it.

Shen Lin looked at this scene, smiled and stared in one direction, his eyes flickering slightly:

"Captain Lin, that thing is not easy to deal with. I feel like I can't beat it. Why don't we come together?"
Chapter completed!