Chapter 143 That’s my face, for my own funeral
“How is this possible?”
Seeing that his grandparents were unable to move and completely unable to help isolate the supernatural power in his body, Wang Cha Ling's pupils shrank sharply.
During this period, he really understood the horror of his family members, and he was actually suppressed like this?
For a time, fear, shock, and countless emotions arose in Wang Chaling's heart.
However, Zhang Hao obviously would not answer these questions from Wang Chaling.
The Starving Ghost has taken it, and there is nothing on Wang Chaling worth keeping.
While Wang Chaling was still feeling shocked and uneasy, his eyes suddenly lost their color and luster, and he was completely invaded.
The death of Wang Chaling seems to have caused some kind of change in the two generations of ghosts in the Wang family.
After Wang Chaling died, this old ghost from the Wang family began to attack Zhang Hao uncontrollably.
"Is it an instinct similar to revenge? Or have I triggered your killing pattern?"
"Or, although Wang Chaling is dead, these ghosts of the Wang family are still following the instinct to protect the Wang family? I hurt If Wang Chaling is killed, will they instinctively attack me? "
Without anyone to control it, it stands to reason that the first and second generations of the Wang family should temporarily lose their movements and fall into a downtime similar to the resurgence of a ghost. .
“But forget it, all of this is meaningless.”
When Wang Chaling’s grandfather was about to catch Zhang Hao, a white curtain trapped him.
After controlling the hungry ghost, Zhang Haoshun also controlled the coffin nail on the hungry ghost.
At this time, when Zhang Hao used the white curtain to trap Wang Chaling's grandfather, it was equivalent to nailing him with another coffin nail.
When Wang Chaling's grandma approached, Zhang Hao just raised his hand. From the ceiling of the room, a ghost rope fell out of thin air and hung Wang Chaling's neck.
The coffin nails suppressed Wang Chaling’s grandfather, and the ghost’s unexplainable suppression directly suppressed Wang Chaling’s grandma.
Then Zhang Hao looked at Wang Chaling's parents again, his strangely pale pupils seemed to be carrying an incomprehensible attack at this moment.
Wang Chaling's parents, who were within Zhang Hao's sight, felt as if they were being pressed into mid-air by the entire black and white world, and they knelt down in front of Zhang Hao.
The moment the two ghosts knelt down, Kneel to Death was activated, and a fatal attack came.
“The world of black and white is not only a ghost that allows me to move my position at will, but also uses the world as a gravity. With the combination of kneeling up and down to death, it forms a good closed loop of attacks.”
"And the black and white world can still The black and white portraits are derived, and the layers of sight are superimposed through these portraits, making it easier for people to trigger the attack that will lead to death if they kneel."
After watching Zhang Hao kneel down, he was completely lost. The two ghosts who had lost the ability to move had thoughts in their eyes.
"It's just that this level of attack is still missing something? Is there a certain supernatural quality in me that I can't bring out?"
I want to find a perfect way to achieve a perfect attack. To close the loop, Zhang Hao needs to find a way to develop stronger supernatural means for himself.
This method is not necessarily a supernatural method to improve the evil ghost, but the use of supernatural powers.
With the starving ghosts and ghosts, the 60% ghost lake, the king's projectionist, the coffin bearers, plus Zhang Hao's own Baisha series of puzzles, and the Wang family in front of them. Just a ghost.
Now he is no less terrifying than Yang Jian, who has driven half of the supernatural bus and ghost blood.
It's just that Zhang Hao's use of supernatural means is still a bit too simple.
Mainly because he improved too quickly, leaving him no time to develop supernatural means.
After all, as a ghost, Zhang Hao did not have a teacher. The first reaction of the ghost masters of the Republic of China when they saw him was to attack him.
From the early days of accompanying him to the present, the supernatural means that he can often use are black and white ghosts, kneeling down will lead to death and crying.
“We need to find a way to completely combine the Baisha series of attacks.”
While Zhang Hao was thinking, he walked up to these ghosts from the Wang family and swallowed them one by one.
Then Zhang Hao took out the coffin nails he got from the painter and ate them too.
The Starving Ghost can devour unlimited amounts of food, even if it only swallows supernatural phenomena, it can still steal supernatural beings.
But the starving ghost also has its own shortcomings. It takes a certain amount of time to digest the evil ghost it eats.
Although ghosts are picky eaters in terms of growth, and the increase in terror level brought by each ghost is not as efficient as that of starved ghosts, their digestion speed is far higher than that of starved ghosts.
After eating the coffin nails and the four ghosts of the Wang family, Zhang Hao's stomach had become bulging.
But fortunately, he is not planning to go out to do anything now, but is thinking about how to develop his own means, and he has enough time to digest it.
"Crying, memory replaced, paper money corroded, looking at the back will lead to death, no solution suppressed, coffin nails suppressed, clothes cursed, lake erosion, transformed into a ghost."
Zhang Hao left. Go to a lounge in the basement, take out a notebook, and write crooked words on it.
Every word represents a kind of supernatural being represented by Zhang Hao, or a killing pattern, or an attack method.
What Zhang Hao has to do now is to piece together a relatively perfect attack chain from these killing patterns and attack methods.
He has too many supernatural means. If he uses them indiscriminately without planning, no matter how terrifying he is, he will not be 100% effective.
After all, every time you use a supernatural power, it is a burden for you. Even a fierce ghost will fall into a panic when the burden exceeds the upper limit.
If Zhang Hao continues to use many supernatural means that are not helpful in confrontation, it will only lead to a waste of his own supernatural powers and weaken the intensity of the attack.
"Memory is replaced, you will die if you see your back, the lake water erodes, the paper money erodes, there are also cries, and the clothes are cursed"
As he continued to list, Zhang Hao quickly combined the first relatively good attack method.
Use crying as the most basic triggering medium, then use crying to make people remember their existence, and then use memory to trigger the invasion that will kill you if you see your back.
After the invasion, he began to use paper money and the water of the ghost lake to reversely erode the enemy, and then used the curse of clothes to achieve a one-hit kill effect.
And this attack is not unique.
If it is eroded by lake water first, or if it is eroded by paper money first, this series of attack methods can also be achieved.
What Zhang Hao is now pursuing is the perfect closed loop of the attack chain. If there is only one triggering medium, it will undoubtedly be very bad.
What he has to do is to use his supernatural means in conjunction.
After the enemy triggers any attack vector, launch a closed-loop attack on the enemy.
“No, if this attack method contains cries and the supernatural power of black and white ghosts, then why not directly integrate these supernatural methods into the sight and attack methods of ghosts?”
"Crying and kneeling will lead to death are matching supernatural powers. The two are originally puzzle pieces. When someone kneels or cries, they will trigger another attack method."
Zhang Hao thought and quickly thought of a new attack plan.
Integrate crying and kneeling into the attack chain of line of sight invasion.
When the enemy is invaded by sight, he is also attacked by cries.
At the same time, he uses the ability of memory replacement to invade the enemy's body in reverse, causing cries to appear from the depths of his memory and begin to replace the enemy's existence.
“If this is the case, then you can add a clothes curse next, so that when the enemy is replaced from memory, the clothes on his body will also be replaced to increase the intensity of the fatal attack.”
It has to be said that Zhang Hao's current level of terror, as well as his own supernatural methods, as a ghost is not afraid of the resurgence of powerful ghosts and the erosion of instincts.
When he realized that he needed to carefully develop his own methods, and stopped the next activities and started to develop carefully, his improvement was huge.
With the ghost paintings and the ghosts imprisoned in the ghost lake, coupled with the infinite growth of ghosts and starving ghosts, Zhang Hao almost lacks any medium for supernatural attacks.
Soon, Zhang Hao came up with a relatively perfect attack plan that could affect the cooperation between his own ghosts and ghosts.
“Then let’s try the first method now.”
Zhang Hao left the basement and came to the top floor of Shangtong Building.
As Zhang Hao watched, the entire city that had already been in ashes soon changed again.
Quietly, the black and white ghost descended, and even the sky turned black and white at this moment.
The cries of the ghosts resounded through the ghosts, and the faces of many ordinary people who followed the ghost masters to Dadong City to hunt for treasures immediately appeared on their faces.
“What’s going on?”
Yang Shuang had just found a nice long black and white stick to rest in a room when he suddenly heard movement outside.
“There’s been an accident!” A middle-aged man with a cold aura walked over.
“Dadong City is inexplicably covered in black and white ghosts. There are also cries in the ghosts. We have lost contact with the outside world.”
“Black and white The ghost? ”
Yang Shuang walked quickly outside the room.
When he saw the changes in the sky, his expression changed.
The sky turned black and white, and the group of people who had followed them also turned pale, as if they were losing their color.
"Isn't this the red and white evil spirits who turned Dadong City into a black and white city?" Yang Shuang looked around in horror.
The appearance of ghosts did not affect the surrounding environment, but only affected the color of ordinary people, because those buildings had already lost their color.
"I don't know, but it might be difficult for us to leave this time." The middle-aged man shook his head.
Suddenly, he seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, with a look of fear on his face.
"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Yang Shuang turned to look at each other.
"Those people, look at those people, their bodies are leaking water." The middle-aged man looked at a loss and pointed in the direction ahead.
Hearing this, Yang Shuang couldn't help feeling frightened, but his curiosity still drove him to look in the direction pointed by the middle-aged man.
Just this glance made him almost fall into sluggishness.
This is an instinctive reaction caused by the fear being so strong that the brain cannot react and the body is out of control.
In the distance, those people who are losing their color, their bodies are pale and colorless, and their clothes are becoming weird.
Originally, these people wore short sleeves, suits, or work clothes.
But at this moment, the clothes on these people were changing strangely. As they knelt on the ground, crying continued on their faces, their clothes unknowingly turned into a Every piece of weird mourning clothes.
These people were wearing mourning clothes, kowtowing and kneeling in a certain direction deep in Dadong City, sobbing in their mouths, as if they were mourning someone.
Their skin was pale and swollen, as if they had been soaked in water for several days. There was a strange sadness on their faces, and cold, moist tears flowed from their eyes.
Those tears seemed to flow endlessly, constantly pouring out of these people's eyes, soaking their bodies, and their whole bodies became wet because of those tears.
After the tears soaked through their bodies, they continued to fall towards the ground, making these people look like their relatives had passed away, and they were crying out of grief, even the ground was wet.
Although he has no personal contact, Yang Shuang can be sure that once he comes into contact with those tears, he will inevitably be cursed by some incomprehensible curse, and may even be killed directly because of it, even if he is a ghost controller. .
"These people? They have turned into extremely terrifying ghost slaves, as if they are being replaced by something incomprehensible."
Yang Shuang was frightened in his heart and kept looking around, trying to find a place to hide.
However, at this moment, one of the people wearing mourning clothes and with swollen skin who was kneeling and kowtowing suddenly looked at Yang Shuang when he raised his head.
The two sides just looked at each other, and Yang Shuang could clearly see that there seemed to be the shadow of someone in the eyes of the person who was replaced by something?
“Is that me?”
After looking at each other, he seemed to feel that some incomprehensible change had occurred in himself.
A memory that did not belong to him appeared. It was a strange mourning hall. In the mourning hall, there was only a pale white figure who kept crying and turned his back to Yang Shuang.
The terrifying cries echoed deep in his memory, the cries coming from far away, as if memories from unknown times in the past suddenly came to mind at this moment.
As the cries continued to appear, a blurry pale figure emerged in his mind.
That seemed to be the figure in the eyes before, but for some unknown reason, his back was facing away.
This figure seemed to have entered his mind through the sight of the ghost slave, and began to erode his body.
"Yang Shuang! Yang Shuang!"
The middle-aged man discovered this scene, with a horrified expression on his face, and hurriedly shook Yang Shuang's body.
As the middle-aged man shook, Yang Shuang seemed to regain some consciousness. He raised his head, but a strange figure was inexplicably reflected in his eyes.
Sadness, trance, struggle, pain, many expressions kept changing on Yang Shuang's face.
"Don't look at your eyes! Don't listen to the crying!"
"I seem to have been invaded. The ghosts in my body can't move, and I'm trapped by some kind of inability to woo! woo! woo."
Just when Yang Shuang opened his mouth to say something, a strange scene appeared.
Yang Shuang's expression became strange, his clothes suddenly turned strangely white, his skin became swollen, and the color on his body was fading.
The clothes on his body were changing to filial piety in a strange way, and he fell to his knees with a whimper in his eyes, and kept kowtowing to a certain place.
"Completely invaded!"
The middle-aged man was startled and took several steps back.
Yang Shuang was invaded and kept kowtowing and kneeling, but at this time, his head made a strange 180-degree turn and looked at the middle-aged man.
“Damn!”
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man hurriedly closed his eyes.
Although Yang Shuang's words were broken just now, he still remembered the words "don't look at your eyes and don't listen to the crying".
The middle-aged man turned around with his eyes closed and made himself deaf at the same time, thinking that this would prevent him from triggering the murder pattern.
However, what he didn't notice was that even if he closed his eyes, the skin on his body was still turning black and white unconsciously.
And in the man's mind, a whimpering sound appeared inexplicably.
This kind of crying does not seem to be caused by supernatural beings, but due to panic and the fact that there are so many mourning people outside, the man instinctively recalls certain cries he has heard.
However, this originally vague sound, just the cry of someone in his memory, was becoming weird at this time.
The crying sound became clear from blur, as if someone was sobbing quietly in his mind.
As the cry appeared, with his eyes closed, he seemed to be guided by the cry, and the picture in his mind followed the cry to a certain mourning hall.
This mourning hall is very blurry, and everything around it cannot be seen clearly. It is like the memory of a funeral that existed deep in the memory of a middle-aged man, but was recalled by him unknowingly. .
Logically speaking, there should be many people in the mourning hall. After all, they can attend the funeral. If there are fewer people and insufficient yang energy, who would be willing to commit that bad luck?
However, when the middle-aged man looked around, he could only see an empty mourning hall.
In the depths of the mourning hall, there was only one person wearing white mourning clothes, with his back turned to him whose face could not be seen clearly.
The other party kept sobbing and crying, as if he was mourning a very important person to him.
"Where is this?"
Instinctively, the middle-aged man thought this after seeing the person clearly.
Suddenly, a black and white portrait came into view. It seemed to be that of a young man.
No, no, that doesn’t seem to be a young man. He seemed to have been distracted by his memory and thought of other people’s photos.
Obviously, the appearance of the portrait is a face that he has almost forgotten and ignored. It is his own face.
"By the way, that's the face I haven't seen in I don't know how long. , my own face!”
“Am I dead?”
The middle-aged man had this question in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the person crying seemed to be himself.
"I remember, I remember everything." The middle-aged man murmured in his heart.
This memory that suddenly came to mind did not appear suddenly. It was a memory from a time in the past when I was mourning.
At that time, he was wearing mourning clothes and felt extremely sad after hearing the news of his death.
Because there was no one to help collect the body, I could only hold back my grief and hold a funeral for myself alone.
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