At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing was like a poor fellow possessed by a ghost in a horror movie. Under the possession of the evil ghost, his body structure became distorted in an inhuman and shocking way.

He twisted his head back and his eyes sank, so that his shoulder blades could be seen.

The joints of his hands and feet were also twisted 180 degrees. Except for his torso which remained unchanged, all his limbs were reversed.

Except for wood monsters and water ghosts, if any other profession encountered such exaggerated injuries, they would probably have died on the spot.

The Night Wanderer's strong vitality and self-healing ability prevented him from dying on the spot. "Hehe, this is really fun, really fun..."

A clear voice of a child came from Zhang Yuanqing's body.

The next second, Zhang Yuanqing's upper body slowly leaned back, his feet straight with his heels motionless, and his waist bent a little bit, like a fully drawn bow.

His ribs protruded one by one and his spine groaned as if it was about to break.

No, it won’t work… Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill in his heart.

If his spine is broken, with the healing ability of a Level 3 Night Wanderer, it will definitely not be able to recover in a short period of time. He will lose the ability to deal with the crisis in the copy and will undoubtedly die.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the scene when he first used the Ghost Bride. His limbs were cold and numb, he had no strength, and his body was not controlled by his brain.

As his waist continued to bend, Zhang Yuanqing felt a slight pain in his cervical vertebrae. Given the current state of the brain's lack of perception of the body, the slight pain he could still feel indicated that the spine had begun to break.

Zhang Yuanqing burst out with the last bit of his remaining strength, and a dark and sticky energy emerged from his eyes, filling his eye sockets.

Soul Eater!

Soul Devouring is the nemesis of all spirits and is the magical skill of the Night Wandering God to dominate the spiritual realm. Even if there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, it can still temporarily suppress and influence the vengeful spirits.

"Ah~" A slightly frightened low cry of a child came from the body.

Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing felt the coldness in his body eased a little, and his brain's control over his body recovered to a certain extent.

Only then did he clearly feel the severe pain in his waist, a pain that made him gasp.

Ignoring his injuries and seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing let out a long roar towards the sky.

A ray of bright and clear moonlight broke through the clouds and shone on Zhang Yuanqing like a searchlight.

Howling moon!

Howling Moon is the unparalleled skill of the Night Wandering God. It can only be performed at night, borrowing power from the Moon, greatly improving the Night Wandering God's physical strength and skills. It is a life-and-death skill.

But the price is that the Night Wanderer will enter a state of sluggishness in the next three hours. Therefore, Zhang Yuanqing rarely uses this skill.

His aura surged suddenly, and his "Soul Devouring" skill also increased slightly, further suppressing the ghost doll in his body.

In an instant, Zhang Yuanqing regained 50% of the control over his body. He bounced his back and stood up straight. With a "click", his twisted right arm returned to its original position. He grabbed in the air and pulled out a yin-yang robe and a pair of long boots woven with yellow silk and embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns.

He wants to use the Yin-Yang robe to break the ghost doll's killing rules.

Zhang Yuanqing raised his right foot and put it into the Houtu boots, but when he wanted to move his left foot, he made a terrible discovery that the control of this foot was still in the hands of the ghost doll.

"Humph, bad guy, you don't want to play games with me, I'm going to kill you~"

The ghost doll seemed to be aware of his response, and its tender and innocent voice revealed a chill. Then, the suppressed Yin energy surged back and took control of its body in an instant.

咔際◇His right arm twisted again and his waist bent backward again. This time, he bent quickly and violently, as if he wanted to break his cervical vertebrae directly.

At that moment, the deceased No. 1 who had twisted the old man's head ran over and kicked Zhang Yuanqing's right leg, knocking him to the ground and avoiding the fate of a broken cervical vertebra.

Then, the Dead One lightly swept his leg and kicked the other Houtu boot towards the left foot of the original body.

The Hou Tu boots touched the soles of the feet and were automatically put on. Finally, the deceased No. 1 grabbed the Yin-Yang robe that fell to the ground and threw it into the sky.

Crash!

The robe unfolded, and the Tai Chi fish appeared on the back, spinning like a millstone. The Yang fish ground out blazing flames, and the Yin fish sprinkled illusory water.

The water and fire formation covers an area of ​​thirty meters.

Zhang Yuanqing's real body disappeared, and was replaced by two clay figures rising from the ground.

They have hard bodies but extremely flexible joints, similar to the Terracotta Warriors, and their facial features are exactly the same as Zhang Yuanqing's.

The clay man standing in the flames looked around himself and said:

"It makes sense... This body is good... But I feel something is weird about it. I can't tell... What's weird about it..."

The clay man treading on the illusory water said:

"Why do I feel like you've become even more stupid..."

The Dead Man No. 1 (Zhang Yuanqing), who was standing on the boundary between water and fire, couldn't help but frown when he looked at his two clones.

Are these two me? Why are they acting like idiots...

The water and fire clones have no expression at all, and their speech is stuttering, like a mentally retarded idiot.

Uh, my soul was cut into too many parts... Zhang Yuanqing immediately realized that it was not that the water and fire clones were mentally retarded, but that the souls given to them were too few.

Half of his soul is in his main body and the other half is in his corpse. After casting the Yin-Yang robe, his water and fire clones equally divide the soul into two halves.

Therefore, you will appear very dull.

At this time, the short shadow that was darker than the darkness ignored the burning of the flames and the rush of the water, and quickly rushed towards the deceased No. 1, and laughed like a childish girl◇"Let's play a game~"

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing did not delay any longer and rushed to the dead person No. 1 before the short shadow possessed him.

Let the two clones and a corpse stand in a triangle.

“You clap once, I clap once, let’s play a game before dark…” The interrupted game continued amid the “bang bang” applause of the clay people.

The ghost doll "wandered" around the three people, hovering around them, complaining, crying, and trying to possess them several times, but always failing.

Zhang Yuanqing was also feeling uncomfortable. The Yin-Yang robe's formation lasted for fifteen minutes. If it exceeded this time, he would never be able to recover his human form.

Therefore, if the ghost doll does not leave within fifteen minutes, you can only use the demon-subduing pestle.

By then, everything will slide into an uncontrollable abyss.

Time passed like water, and finally after ten minutes, the ghost doll "stomped its feet"

road:

"Hate it, you guys won't play with me, I'll come find you tomorrow~"

Then, the short figure quickly disappeared into the deep darkness and completely vanished from the sky.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing immediately disbanded the formation, restored his human form, and lay on the ground in a spread-eagle position, gasping for breath.

The deceased number one was on guard nearby.

“Fortunately, it was almost the first watch when the old man turned into a corpse, otherwise it would be really dangerous this time. Damn, this dungeon is not safer than Yin Yang Town at all.

He lay in the thick night for nearly ten minutes and then sat up with difficulty.

The broken cervical, leg and arm bones were well repaired, but they were limited to normal movements and could not do strenuous exercise.

Zhang Yuanqing's physical condition was very bad. On the one hand, it was due to injuries, and on the other hand, it was due to the sequelae of using Xiaoyue.

But fortunately, this place is full of yin energy and it is dark, which is a perfect feng shui place to nourish the night wandering god, greatly shortening the recovery time.

The night was deep and dark as ink. The mountain village was silent.

Zhang Yuanqing sat in pitch darkness, with a corpse acting as a guard next to him and an old man with his body separated not far away.

In such a depressing environment, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he felt like a fish in water and felt very at home.

"If I remember correctly, there is an interval of one hour between the first and second watch, which is two hours. Within two hours, I will be safe."

"The paper man will appear on the second watch. According to normal logic, the danger level should increase with time. The ghost doll on the first watch is already so scary, so what about the paper man on the second watch?"

"We still don't know what happened at midnight. If the old man has turned into a ghost, then the other villagers must have turned into the same ghost. We can't get any information from him."

In order to verify his guess, he summoned the little funny guy and urged the baby spirit to crawl towards the rammed earth house not far away.

The little funny guy broke through the wall and entered the house.

Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness entered the infant's spirit, his eyes penetrated the darkness, and he examined the scene in the house. There were two corpses in the house, one male and one female, they should be a couple.

Their eyeballs were bloodshot and sticky saliva was flowing from the corners of their mouths. They just stood there in the room in a daze.

"They don't seem to have the characteristic of actively attacking people. At least, if they don't enter the house, these villagers won't actively attack people..."

Zhang Yuanqing made a judgment in his heart.

These villagers are normal people during the day, but at night, when the evil spirit lingers in the village, they turn into corpses.

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but think of the old man's words when he turned into a corpse: Everyone is dead at four o'clock in the morning!

The one who could turn all the living people in the village into corpses should be the princess. I was wrong. She is not vicious, she is super vicious. Can a transcendental person really deal with such a boss?

Zhang Yuanqing felt something was wrong.

The difficulty of this copy has exceeded the A-level category. It is clearly S-level. No, even S-level may not be so terrible.

"What am I thinking about? Anyway, there is the experience of the Demon Lord that I can refer to. The wool from the senior is not white."

Zhang Yuanqing took out the Elvis speaker from his trouser pocket, placed it in front of him, patted the black metal shell, and asked:

"How do I pass the next level, Paper Man?"

This time, the Elvis speaker cooperated very well, and a "sizzling" sound of electricity came from the speaker. A few seconds later, a shrill, terrified cry came: "Run, run away~"

The voice was filled with fear and trembling, echoing in the dark night, bringing a chill to the bone.

ps: I will update the typos first and then correct them. I will continue to write the next chapter and read it tomorrow morning.