Chapter 80: Fierce Paintings and Fierce Coffins; Return to Reality
When Zhang Hao successfully mastered black and white portraits.
A dispute has broken out in the Wang family’s ancient house in Dadong City.
With the arrival of Yang Jian, the survival group was wiped out. Only Liu Baimu and a few people hid deep in the Wang family's ancient house.
However, it doesn’t matter if you don’t hide. Once you hide, it will break a certain balance in the Wang family’s ancient house.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A bell kept ringing in the ancient house. It was the familiar sound of the pendulum clock. However, this time the pendulum clock did not ring on time as usual, but on The sound was made at the wrong time.
The ancient clock in the Wang family's ancient house rings every half hour. Under the design of the ancestors of the Wang family, it rings at the hour and thirty minutes each time.
With the sound of bells in the ancient house, a head was thrown out.
That is the head of Liu Baimu, the boss of the Survival Club.
Through a broken window on the third floor of the ancient house, Yang Jian and others could see a lingering figure in the ancient house.
But because the supernatural power in the ancient house interfered with his ghost eyes, he was unable to peek into the scene inside.
"What is that?" Feng Quan also noticed the shadow.
“Ghost?” someone guessed.
“No, it’s a human being. A real ghost wouldn’t keep staring at me like this.”
Yang Jian said: "But I can feel that it is a very dangerous existence."
The man wandering on the third floor was currently peering at Yang Jian on the street outside.
The supernatural power affecting the ancient house seems to be unable to affect him.
"Is that Yang Jian? He is indeed a good junior with great ideas. He merged the hatchet and coffin nails together to form a supernatural weapon of his own."
< br>"As a result, the rules for the two supernatural items become more complicated, and it is difficult for ordinary people to figure out how to use them even if they hold them. Moreover, he can indeed be considered young and promising to obtain these two supernatural items."
The mysterious man smiled with a hint of meaning: "It's just a pity. It's not good to look like anyone from now on, but I have to look like the person I hate the most."
"Don't worry, the countdown is already over. Let's start, I will go to him soon to ask about something."
There was a clear ticking sound behind him, which was the sound of the clock running.
It’s just that this time has obviously been sped up by someone, and time moves very quickly.
Due to the ancient clock, the time in the ancient house is deviated from reality, and the man inside seems unable to leave within a short period of time.
"Who are you?" After hearing the man's words and confirming that the other person was alive, Yang Jian asked in a serious tone.
"You can call me Ghost Shepherd, or you can call me Chen Qiaoyang. I don't mind. Don't forget it." A man's voice came from the ancient house.
"Ghost Shepherd, Chen Qiaoyang?"
Yang Jian remembered this name in his heart and planned to go to find Wang, the person in charge of Dadong City and the third generation heir to the Wang family's ancient house. Cha Ling, of course he is also one of the twelve captains today and asked about the situation.
Yang Jian left the Wang family's ancient residence, but when he arrived at Wang Chaling's Ning'an Building, he was told that the other party had already left for the Wang family's ancient residence.
"Captain Yang, do you want to take a look at this? I got something from the Survival Club."
At this time, Huang Ziya also came over with a newspaper.
"On February 18, 2018, countless paper money fell from the sky over an ancient house in Dadong City. The city lost its color, and the evil spirits of red and white came again."
Looking at this newspaper , Yang Jian frowned.
“This is a supernatural event codenamed Ghost Newspaper Agency. Once the newspaper appears, it will definitely come true. In other words, will the red and white evil spirits reappear here?”
"It seems that I need to go to Wang Chaling to ask about the situation."
Yang Jian was planning to go to Wang Chaling, but at this time, Feng Quan's words interrupted his idea of setting off immediately.
Feng Quan pointed to the door here: "That stool is not the furniture here."
The door to the door is open, and the lights in the aisle are dimmed for some reason at this time. For a long time, the lights in the distance were still flickering on and off.
An old red wooden bench was placed at the door at this time, blocking the way in and out.
Um?
Yang Jian looked at the old mahogany stool.
Obviously, this wooden bench is not furniture on this floor, and this red wooden bench has a strange smell, which seems to involve supernatural power.
"There are some here too." Suddenly, Huang Ziya pointed behind him.
There is an aisle behind him that leads to the toilet. In the middle of the not-so-wide aisle, there is also a red wooden bench placed sideways, blocking the way.
"There are some here too."
On the floor where everyone is located, there are also red wooden benches in the middle aisle, also placed horizontally.
And these stools appear very strangely, without warning or any response.
At the same time.
When Wang Chaling and Li Jun noticed the changes in the Wang family's ancient residence, they had already arrived here and missed Yang Jian perfectly.
They crossed an iron gate in front of the ancient house and came within the scope of the ancient house. They did not go deep into the ancient house immediately because they were too reckless and they needed to observe the situation.
"This is your Wang family's ancient house? What's going on with those coffins at the door? Are they filled with ghosts? They don't look like it. If they were ghosts, this place would be unbearable."
Li Jun's voice was hoarse, as if it had been burned by fire. It was harsh and strange, and it was a bit difficult to adapt to it.
His eyes stayed in the yard, where there were coffins of various shapes, old and new.
“The people placed in the coffin are members of my Wang family.”
Wang Chaling said: "Do you think I am the only one in the Wang family? Our Wang family used to be a big family."
"It was just that it was involved in supernatural events for too long, and gradually died out, and the dead Wang family The person was placed in a coffin and placed in the courtyard of the ancient house. "Why not be cremated and buried?" Li Jun frowned.
“Because of some special reasons.” Wang Chaling didn’t say much and avoided the topic: “Li Jun, are you going to just break in like this?”
“We need to observe it. Make your decision again.”
Li Jun shook his head. After what happened with Ghost Painting, he has grown up and will no longer be so reckless.
"Be aware of your surroundings. Once I take action, I will alert the enemy. If there is someone inside, they will definitely take action against me."
Li Jun said after observing for a long time and having an idea. "You stop them, I don't want to set the ancient house on fire and at the same time prevent it from being attacked."
"No problem, I'm happy to help with this matter." Wang Chaling said.
Li Jun stared at Wang Chaling for a few times, as if as a warning, but he quickly took action.
He strode to a window of the ancient house.
The old window has rotted away, leaving only an empty opening through which the scene inside the ancient house can be seen.
Dark, old, abandoned, depressing.
There is a strange atmosphere everywhere.
With the sound of pendulum bells coming from the ancient house, a certain balance has been broken, and some incomprehensible supernatural phenomena are intensifying.
Li Jun put one hand gently on the window edge.
The next moment.
The eerie green fire was spreading out along his arms.
The windows were set on fire, and the old blue brick walls were also ignited by will-o'-wisps. The flames spread extremely quickly.
The walls are burning, the halls in the ancient house are burning, the corridors are burning, and the darkness in the depths is being dispelled.
Soon, the entire ancient house was covered in will-o'-wisps and burned violently.
“Ah!”
Sharp screams and wails sounded in the ancient house.
It was a strange humanoid silhouette, its whole body shrouded in will-o'-the-wisps. It was running back and forth in the hall of the ancient house in great pain, leaving behind burnt black footprints and the smell of burnt corpses. taste.
But soon the human-shaped ghost figure burning with fire disappeared out of thin air. It was like an hallucination, suddenly appearing and disappearing again.
That should be a fierce ghost.
Suffering an attack from will-o'-wisps and being suppressed.
Inside the ancient house.
In addition, some members of the survival club were also ignited at this moment.
A middle-aged man with white temples and a skinny body is sitting in an old rocking chair at the moment, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if waiting for a certain moment to arrive.
On the side, two men stood beside him, looking at the man in the rocking chair from time to time.
But at this time.
Chen Qiaoyang on the rocking chair suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. He immediately stood up.
The next moment.
The rocking chair I was sitting on was suddenly ignited. A strange and eerie green flame enveloped the entire rocking chair. At the same time, firelight penetrated into the cracks in the ground and walls.
soon.
The ground is on fire.
The walls and the top of the head were wrapped in fire.
Everything around was strangely ignited by something. "Is this a will-o'-the-wisp? Damn it, it's a will-o'-the-wisp. Li Jun is here. He's going to set the whole ancient house on fire and burn us all to death here."
Zhang Qing reacted instantly and screamed in panic.
Chen Qiaoyang calmly tidied his hair and clothes with a very serious expression.
"Will-o-the-wisp Li Jun? Who is he? He was knocked on the door after taking a nap. Today's young people are really not easy to worry about."
" He is a captain at the headquarters, at the same level as the previous Yang Jian. He used to be a big shot in the army and was very jealous of evil," Zhang Qing said.
"A big shot in the army?" Chen Qiaoyang narrowed his eyes slightly. He still respected the people in the army.
"It's really embarrassing. I would rather face that young man named Yang than face this Li Jun."
"After all, such a big man didn't lose his life on the battlefield, but fell to a little guy like me." It’s really a sin in my hands.”
When Zhang Qing and the others heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched. They didn’t expect that Chen Qiaoyang, who looked like a social leader, would actually act like this.
Chen Qiaoyang was pacing with his hands behind his back, hesitating.
However, behind him, there were several strange footsteps.
Those footsteps were large and small, leaving several charred footprints on the will-o'-the-wisps on the ground. Then the will-o'-the-wisps in that area were stamped out abruptly and never burned again.
"Is Li Jun crazy? He is not afraid of the ghost's resurrection when he uses will-o'-the-wisp like this?"
Zhang Qing's heart beat wildly. They don't have Chen Qiaoyang's strength and mentality. I feel like this area will soon become unsafe.
"We'd better go out and fight them. It's not difficult to escape from here with your own methods. That Li Jun will definitely not be able to stop you."
Chen Qiaoyang faced the ignited All will-o'-the-wisps are not anxious.
"Don't worry. Although all the young people nowadays are very good, after all, I am a young man. If you want to kill me here, I am still a little immature."
With Chen Qiaoyang's words, the bell rang in the ancient house. Voice.
Chen Qiaoyang used the ancient clock in the Wang family's ancient house to imprison the burning will-o'-the-wisp to another time period.
The burning of the will-o'-the-wisp was restarted by the ancient clock, allowing Li Jun to increase the speed of the burning of the will-o'-the-wisp.
After a while, thick fog began to float around the building.
At the same time, following an order from the headquarters, the entire area began to enter a state of lockdown. People in this area were only allowed to leave and not enter, and a large number of people were evacuating residents.
As time goes by, the bells in the ancient house no longer ring so frequently.
This means that the time in the Wang family’s ancient residence is synchronizing with reality.
At this moment, Li Jun was standing alone in the empty old house. Wearing sunglasses, he raised his head slightly and looked around.
The will-o'-the-wisp is beating.
The surroundings reflected the eerie green fire,
"Who is hiding in Dadong City and causing trouble? Come out." Li Jun's hoarse voice sounded, and he suddenly drank, righteously.
The sound echoed in the ancient house, forming an echo and spreading into the depths of darkness.
I thought no one would respond, but I didn’t expect someone to answer immediately:
“Li Jun, I think you are a young general and have a lot of potential, so I’ll let you go. Get out of here.”
"The grudge between the Wang family and me, Mr. Chen, is a private matter. When I resolve it, I will naturally visit the headquarters when I have time. Maybe we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future."
Chen Qiaoyang's voice sounded, I don't know where it came from, the sound seemed to have no source.
"Pretending to be a ghost, there are many potential dangers in the Wang family's ancient residence. I want to seal this place. If you don't want to be an enemy of the headquarters, just come out."
Li Jun snorted coldly, his temper Slightly irritable, he has no good impressions of such lawless and trouble-making people.
"Why are all the young people today like this? I am already showing kindness, why don't I understand yet." Chen Qiaoyang's voice sounded.
"Killing me one by one sounds like it's easy. The second generation of the Wang family couldn't kill me. They only dared to lead me into the dungeon and trap me. Why can you kill me, Chen Qiaoyang?"
It seemed that Li Jun's completely disrespectful words aroused Chen Qiaoyang's temper. He snorted coldly, looking very dissatisfied.
The voice fell.
Crying footsteps came from the corridor upstairs.
A vague figure gradually appeared.
Chen Qiaoyang appeared on the second floor.
He could have easily taken advantage of Li Jun without showing up, but he still stepped out out of respect for such a person.
A few decades ago, the ghost herder would never show up.
The living can only see ghosts, but the ghost herders are not seen in life and death.
“Do it.”
Li Jun saw the appearance of Chen Qiaoyang and determined that this was the culprit who turned the pendulum clock and restarted the ancient house. He wanted to kill this person and directly stop this incident from happening.
The will-o'-the-wisp burns instantly.
The whole ancient house was set on fire again.
The surroundings were shrouded in fire.
The fire distorted his vision, blurred his figure, and Li Jun disappeared.
His ghost realm can actually be used in the ancient house.
You must know that Yang Jian was unable to use it before.
"I also give in to you, my junior, and the time in the ancient house is now stable. Use whatever means you have to see what the so-called captain-level characters are capable of."
Chen Qiaoyang actually wanted to train with Li Jun to test what level the ghost controllers of this era had reached.
Let’s see if he, the ghost herder, has been eliminated by the times.
Li Jun disappeared and never appeared again.
But Chen Qiaoyang's body burned strangely.
The green will-o'-the-wisp surrounded him, igniting him from the inside out, as if he was about to spontaneously combust to death.
"Ghost Domain Invasion? This method is outdated, and don't you know that others can invade you when you invade others?"
Chen Qiaoyang smiled, The will-o'-the-wisp is quickly extinguishing.
No.
Not extinguished, but trapped.
The will-o'-the-wisp burned in Chen Qiaoyang's body, and the skinny human skin squirmed, rubbing the outline of Li Jun's facial features.
Li Jun was struggling and seemed to be yelling, but he couldn't get rid of it.
Gradually, this struggle seems to be getting weaker and weaker, and some kind of terrifying suppression seems to be targeting Li Jun.
He is trapped.
Trapped in Chen Qiaoyang's body.
As ghost controllers during the second generation of the Republic of China, their development of supernatural means was not that simple.
Soon.
The surrounding movement disappeared, and calm returned to the ancient house.
"Will Li Jun be doomed now?" In an inconspicuous place on the third floor, the two survivors, Zhang Qing and Wan Tong, were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
They knew that the old guy named Chen Qiaoyang they released was scary, but they didn't expect it to be so scary.
Ghost Fire Li Jun, a captain-level figure, was suppressed by Chen Qiaoyang as soon as he made a move.
This is too fast.
It was like Yang Jian was chasing them, they were not on the same level at all.
"The ghost controllers of this era are nothing more than that. It seems that I, the ghost herder, have not been eliminated yet."
Chen Qiaoyang smiled slightly: "What a pity for Li Jun, who is not afraid of life and death."
But then he suddenly noticed something, and his smile suddenly froze.
However, his expression quickly changed.
The middle of the hall of the ancient house.
A figure of a woman wearing a wedding dress, a red hijab, embroidered shoes, and unbelievably white hands appeared there, like a married bride.
The woman is floating in the air, giving people a particularly weird feeling.
"Why is that ominous painting still there?" Chen Qiaoyang shouted, even his voice changed a bit.
However, he didn’t wait to think about it.
The darkness of the ancient house seems to be getting thicker and thicker. The darkness is very strange. Looking down from above, it looks like a black coffin placed there.
On top of the coffin, a white figure knelt and sat on the coffin.
“It’s that coffin”
Chen Qiaoyang trembled suddenly, his previous calmness and confidence gone.
As Li Jun was trapped, paper money and burned paper ashes began to fall from the sky.
This ancient house began to slowly fade. Zhang Qing and Wan Tong, who were still alive before, instantly turned into black and white, with a look of horror on their faces. They slowly froze and finally turned into a picture. .photo? portrait?
Some kind of nightmarish terror seems to have descended on this ancient house.
(End of this chapter)