"When a man comes, he will separate the heavy paper, and a ghost comes, he will separate the mountain. He will not be able to get out the thousand evils, and he will not be able to get out the ten thousand evils. I will be as anxious as the current situation!"

Looking at the figure suddenly appeared in the lounge, there was no change in Lin Jiuying's face.

He whispered a spell in his mouth and waved his hand to the figure in the lounge.

With Lin Jiuying's actions, the figure stopped his steps, looked up at Lin Jiuying with a resentful look, and then disappeared into the shadow.

“…”

Looking at the direction where the figure disappeared, Lin Jiuying took back his fingers, frowned and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

What he had just cast was the anti-ghost curse in Maoshan Taoism. When ordinary ghosts faced this curse, they had no power to resist. The anti-ghost curse in front of him only blocked its steps, but did not cause any more serious damage to it. Obviously, this was not an ordinary unjust soul.

In the lounge, Lin Jiuying instantly eliminated a crisis with lightning speed.

However, in the monitor screen, he was only recording the movement of him lying and stretching out his hand alone.

Therefore, not many people care about Lin Jiuying's situation.

Due to his identity, Lin Jiuying is not very popular among the challengers, and his attention is also the most important.

"I can't live in a good place, but I actually live in a prison where the dead are."

Carrying his bag into his lounge, Ah Hao looked at the simple arrangement of the room, especially the wooden bed covered with an old quilt, remembering the broadcast content translated by Ahzan, shook his head and turned to walk towards the table on the other side.

He didn't go to sleep in this bed, but who knew if anyone had died in this bed?

No, if what the "Challenge of Ghosts" program team said was right, people died everywhere in the entire concentration camp, and this place was simply a big ghost nest.

When he thought of spending the next three days with these ghosts, Ah Hao couldn't help but beat a cold man.

Walking to the table, throwing the bag in your hand on the table, then turning over and lying on the luggage bag.

He would rather sleep on this table than the bed that looked like something was wrong.

And just as Ah Hao was lying on the table, closing his eyes to rest.

A figure wearing old clothes and covered with scars appeared beside him.

Because he did not open his eyes, Ah Hao had no idea about the figure close to him.

As he watched, the figure was getting closer and closer to him, and even began to reach out to grab his arm. Suddenly, Ah Hao, who was lying on the table, twisted his body uncomfortable, and moved his red bellyband that was originally wearing the innermost part of the clothes, accidentally exposed a corner.

Immediately afterwards, a faint red light flashed across the exposed red bellyband, which shone on the figure, forcing it to stop its scarred arms and retract it back.

"Then Motasa comes, Pakawado, Alahado, Sanma, Sabutayuansa..."

In the empty lounge, Azan sat on the bed and recited scriptures silently.

At the same time, a woman covered in scars appeared beside him and stared at Ahn.

“…”

Azan seemed to feel something about the woman who appeared around her.

However, he did not react at all and continued to recite the scriptures in his mouth silently. The woman sitting beside him also stared at him silently.

...

"ah!"

A scream suddenly sounded in the empty and quiet concentration camp.

Hearing this sound, Ak opened the door of his lounge and looked out.

And just as he opened the door, he saw another challenger standing outside, seemingly attracted by the screams.

In Ak's eyes, it was clearly seen that behind this challenger was a figure that was obviously different from them.

As if he noticed the gaze that Ak was cast, his figure slowly turned his head and looked at him with a resentful and scarred face, staring at him from afar.

Being stared at this face, Ake's face couldn't help but look in a panic.

He quickly closed the door.

Bang!

Hearing the sound of closing the door from not far away, the challenger turned his head and looked, but everything in front of him was empty and nothing was left.

"Don't think that you can win by playing such a trick."

He complained, and the female challenger named Xingen walked past the empty concentration camp with a flashlight and returned to his cell.

Looking at the direction where the figure disappeared, Lin Jiuying took back his fingers, frowned and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

What he had just cast was the anti-ghost curse in Maoshan Taoism. When ordinary ghosts faced this curse, they had no power to resist. The anti-ghost curse in front of him only blocked its steps, but did not cause any more serious damage to it. Obviously, this was not an ordinary unjust soul.

In the lounge, Lin Jiuying instantly eliminated a crisis with lightning speed.

However, in the monitor screen, he was only recording the movement of him lying and stretching out his hand alone.

Therefore, not many people care about Lin Jiuying's situation.

Due to his identity, Lin Jiuying is not very popular among the challengers, and his attention is also the most important.

"I can't live in a good place, but I actually live in a prison where the dead are."

Carrying his bag into his lounge, Ah Hao looked at the simple arrangement of the room, especially the wooden bed covered with an old quilt, remembering the broadcast content translated by Ahzan, shook his head and turned to walk towards the table on the other side.

He didn't go to sleep in this bed, but who knew if anyone had died in this bed?

No, if what the "Challenge of Ghosts" program team said was right, people died everywhere in the entire concentration camp, and this place was simply a big ghost nest.

When he thought of spending the next three days with these ghosts, Ah Hao couldn't help but beat a cold man.

Walking to the table, throwing the bag in your hand on the table, then turning over and lying on the luggage bag.

He would rather sleep on this table than the bed that looked like something was wrong.

And just as Ah Hao was lying on the table, closing his eyes to rest.

A figure wearing old clothes and covered with scars appeared beside him.

Because he did not open his eyes, Ah Hao had no idea about the figure close to him.

As he watched, the figure was getting closer and closer to him, and even began to reach out to grab his arm. Suddenly, Ah Hao, who was lying on the table, twisted his body uncomfortable, and moved his red bellyband that was originally wearing the innermost part of the clothes, accidentally exposed a corner.

Immediately afterwards, a faint red light flashed across the exposed red bellyband, which shone on the figure, forcing it to stop its scarred arms and retract it back.

"Then Motasa comes, Pakawado, Alahado, Sanma, Sabutayuansa..."

In the empty lounge, Azan sat on the bed and recited scriptures silently.
Chapter completed!