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Chapter Five Hundred and Twelfth Roots(2/2)

For Fang Yuan, the root of this fierce ghost, perhaps the possible good camera, is the real reward this time!

"By the way, there is Yang Guang!"

A violent expression of uneasiness appeared on Wu Lu's face.

...

Meanwhile, outside the apartment.

Although he had made up his mind to destroy the camera even if he died together.

But the closer to the apartment, Yang Guang felt the chill on his body became stronger. After the state of passionate blood disappeared, the fear that had accumulated burst out like a dam.

Finally, the dilapidated apartment was far away.

"Bai Ling..."

Yang Guang gritted his teeth and stepped into the apartment.

In the dark environment, his muscles were tight and his blood was surging, and his teeth began to tremble uncontrollably.

Near! closer!

As we got closer and closer to the camera room that day, the seal of memory was suddenly untied.

"Xiuwen... isn't right, there is no such person as Xiuwen!"

Yang Guang almost fainted and fell to the ground: "He is... a ghost! But he has been hiding around us. He also killed Bai Ling?"

This sudden blow made his eyes full of tears.

"Wu Lu! Wu Lu is very dangerous!"

As the dying person designated in the next photo, and staying with the ghost, life seems to be walking on a tightrope.

"Now is the opportunity! If you destroy the camera, you can save Wu Lu!"

Since he was sure that the ghost was beside Wu Lu, Yang Guang suddenly felt a sense of courage and rushed into the room quickly.

The place where they took a photo was still the same as before, and the camera was placed on the shelf.

"It's it!"

Yang Guang glanced at the surroundings, stepped forward, grabbed the camera, and smashed it hard on the wall!

Bang!

The camera was split into pieces, a large number of parts flew, and a crack was also smashed on the wall.

"It's that simple?"

It was so easy that Yang Guang was a little disbelief.

"No matter what, the camera is destroyed, the curse of the photo should be eliminated, right?"

He was about to leave, but suddenly a crisp sound came from around him.

Yang Guang paused and turned his head stiffly. He saw... a hole was smashed on the other side. The wall that had previously taken the photo background of four people suddenly shattered, revealing a charred corpse!
Chapter completed!
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