Chapter 625 Heavy Rain Is Coming

Chapter 635 Heavy rain is coming

At the same time, at the end of the village, which is just opposite to the direction of the Luo family, there is a small wooden house surrounded by waste and trees.

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

With the arrival of night, the distant sky swept away the original tranquility, and the dark clouds covered the starlight, making the night darker.

In the wooden house without lights, the subtle footsteps were echoing, but they were covered by the thunder that shook the world outside.

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

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

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

The way to survive, yes.

But it seems to be only half done.

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

Bai Huaiguang wandered around the wooden house in the dark, with his arms stretched out, measuring the area of ​​the house with his feet.

As a habitat for madmen, the structure of the house felt very simple, only about 20 square meters.

From Bai Huaiguang's perspective, there was nothing here that made him uncomfortable.

Now that he had entered the house, it meant that his way of life was right and he would not be threatened here.

But the fact that the head did not return meant that the crisis was not over yet.

For him, the world was an idealistic thing that did not exist.

What he could feel was very little, even if there was a ghost standing in front of him now, he could not do anything.

Bai Huaiguang was like a helpless blind man who broke into a cave full of wild beasts. Both sides were waiting and alert, but no one could take the first step.

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

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

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

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 is likely to hide important intelligence, and he can only try his best to record the details.

One hand groped the wall, and the other hand held the mobile phone.

The wall of the wooden house was made of rough wood, and there were countless barbs on the surface. It only took a short while for his hands to be covered with blood.

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 rubbed on the wall was disappearing at a very fast speed.

It was as if these walls were monsters that sucked human blood and were tasting Bai Huaiguang's blood.

This link was slow and painful, and Bai Huaiguang could only pray that his head would return quickly.

Losing four-fifths of his senses, he couldn't find the remaining half of his way out.

After he recorded the entire interior of the house, from the whole to the details, he finally rested.

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

Luo Xian was pinned to the top of his dialog box, so it was not difficult to find, and he often sent files and pictures.

So he went very smoothly in this step and guaranteed that there would be no mistakes.

When the video was sent, Bai Huaiguang hesitated and began to type.

He didn't know if he could get out alive, so he had to make a long story short and convey everything that happened.

"The wooden house at the end of the village, the ghost is here, I am here too, this place is suspected to be serious..."

The already large-scale strong wind had already completely blown open the half-closed door, and the breath of the outside world squeezed into the wooden house.

Suddenly, a huge silver centipede appeared in the sky.

The silver lightning illuminated a large area of ​​land and also illuminated the wooden house.

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

...

At the same time, the front situation in the backyard of the Luo family also entered a white-hot stage due to the impending rainstorm.

Ji Li dragged Luo Xian with one hand and forced him to retreat to the east room. He used his foot to push the bronze coffin against the door frame.

The edge of the coffin was filled with dull collisions, and flying black hair was rushing into the room through every gap.

Ji Li used his sword to cut off every strand of hair that was about to enter, while also being alert to Luo Xian beside him.

At this time, there was only a boy's head on Luo Xian's shoulder, and it had become unrecognizable.

The entire facial features, eyes and nose were even squeezed to the back of the head, and the front face was completely covered by a cracked big mouth.

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

After all, the mother and son water ghosts are two ghosts in the same body. If there is no correct way to survive, it will be very difficult to deal with.

Ji Li had a rough guess about the way to survive in his mind, but it was not time to implement it yet.

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

Blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth, and there were a few sharp screams from a woman.

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

It was as if a blade was stuck in his throat, and he felt the pain of cutting bones and flesh with every breath.

The ghost that Yu Guofeng brought was originally aimed at Luo Xian, but perhaps because the two were too close, he was also affected.

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

"Ji Li, don't hold on, execute the life path of the mother and child water ghosts first.

Don't worry about this female ghost in the throat for now!"

The third personality knew that Ji Li had guessed the life path of the mother and child water ghosts, but couldn't understand why he hadn't taken action.

But Ji Li gritted his teeth and said nothing, and it was difficult for him to speak in his state.

Obviously, the main energy of the female ghost in the throat was aimed at the sleeping Luo Xian, and he was just an additional damage.

If the life path of the mother and child water ghosts was executed first at this time, even if it could succeed, it would likely cause Luo Xian to die in the throat female ghost.

The death paths of the two ghosts broke out at the same time, so the life paths of the two ghosts should also be executed at the same time.

The life path of the female ghost in the throat was completely unclear, so executing a single life path would be useless, and he had to wait.

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

Luo Xian is very important to Ji Li in this mission, and he can't die so early.

He knows that Luo Xian has a backup plan, but that's not what Ji Li wants.

Luo Xian uses a conspiracy to control him, and he also counters it.

Ji Li wants Luo Xian to follow the path he arranged, and he will not be used by Luo Xian, because he is the controller of the dream action!

The boy's head and the female ghost in the throat are about to be unstoppable. The two supernatural forces are using Luo Xian's upper body as a battlefield, restraining each other and competing hard.

The tremor of the bronze ancient coffin is getting more and more serious, and the other half of the water ghost is almost unstoppable.

"Cough!"

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

The third personality shouted loudly in his mind:

"What are you still waiting for?"

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

From the sound, it came from Chen Wei and Yu Guofeng, but Ma Mingyu was motionless.

Silver lights, like steel wires, were reflected in Ji Li's gray and black pupils, and a third particularly familiar spiritual power surged up.

Accompanied by deafening thunder, the wind swept the heavy rain and sprinkled every inch of Wu'e Village.

What Ji Li was waiting for was this third ghost!