I saw a photo in front of the mourning hall with a photo of a down jacket on the outside and a white shirt on the inside. The handsome appearance was nothing but someone else, but I was myself!

"How come there are my photos here?"

I was stunned for a moment and picked up the photo placed in front of the mourning hall. The moment I picked up the photo, a burst of blue resentment began to appear in the mourning hall, and the resentment instantly enveloped the entire mourning hall.

It was when this resentment enveloped the entire mourning hall. I saw that the photo of me in my hand was quickly covered with wrinkles at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a few seconds, I had become a white-haired old man in the photo.

What's even more terrifying is that in the photo, my facial features began to flow red blood.

Tick!

Tick, tick...

That is, when the photo I was holding in my hand started to bleed, I heard a ticking sound.

I reached out and touched my nose, looked down at me, and my hands were covered in blood at this moment?

I was stunned for a moment, took out a mirror and looked down. I was exactly the same as me in the mirror and I was in the photo, all in blood.

Damn, what's going on? I'm just covered in blood without seeing a ghost?

I also stabilized my mind at the fastest speed and began to feel the situation in the tower.

There are scriptures engraved around the tower, and I can't understand these scriptures, but I can clearly feel that there is a powerful mysterious power in the scriptures, imprisoning the ghost energy here.

It is also these scriptures that suppress the evil spirits here!

But all this has nothing to do with my facial features. How could my facial features bleed and bleed with this photo?

I emptied my spiritual sense and began to search, and as my facial features oozed more and more blood became more and more.

The crying of filial men and filial women around them became clearer and louder, and the picture of the entire mourning hall began to become clearer.

when!

A strange sound of "Dang" sounded, and a layer of straw mat was added in the center of the mourning hall. On the straw mat was an old man wearing a shroud with the word "Fu" written on it.

The old man was not lying flat on the straw mat, because his hunchback was very serious, and his back bent high, and the camel was like a camel, so his body was lying on the straw mat on the side.

Although it is not lying flat, it doesn’t matter if you lie on your side.

It was the moment when this corpse lying on the straw mat appeared, I felt the weight on my back increased a little bit, and my waist couldn't help but bow forward, looking like a hunchback.

Something is pressing on me!

I turned my face and looked to the side. A pale face was tightly pressed against me. The man's facial features were covered with blood, and he looked extremely terrifying.

But I have long been accustomed to these things. The only thing that makes me wonder is why this evil ghost appeared on my back, and I can't even notice it?

really!

The evil ghosts in the seventh-layer blood tower are not so easy to deal with!
Chapter completed!