Chapter 148 Combat Development, Reverse Invasion of Myself in Memory
In the dark mourning hall.
Yang Jian seemed to have completely sunk into this at this time.
He knelt in front of the coffin and sobbed, his body kept kowtowing to the coffin, his face kept changing, sometimes he was a man, sometimes he was a woman.
However, at this moment, a dog barked outside the mourning hall.
"Is this the big wolf dog my father raised?"
The barking of the dog seemed to attract Yang Jian's attention, and his blurry and ever-changing face suddenly returned to Yang Jian's appearance.
Yang Jian looked around, then looked back in the direction outside the mourning hall.
The big wolf dog seemed to be far away, but the ferocious barking seemed to ring in his ears, reminding Yang Jian that he was not dead.
With the sound of the dog barking, Yang Jian's confused eyes slowly regained some clarity. He seemed to recall his identity, but he was still confused.
He wanted to stand up and walk towards the direction of the sound.
But I found that my body was soaked with tears at some point, and my body seemed to be pressed by something, unable to stand up.
"By the way, I was affected by the supernatural influence of the red and white demons. That ghost invaded my consciousness through the supernatural power of the ghost lake."
Yang Jian seemed to remember it, but But he couldn't stand up at all.
Although the barking of dogs kept ringing, at this time.
It seemed that even the big wolf dog that could suppress Gui Hu couldn't identify Bai Sha's position when facing him.
"What should I do? If this goes on, I will die here sooner or later."
Yang Jian was worried, but he had no choice at the moment.
The supernatural power on his body is too terrifying, and it is simply not something he can resist now.
Even the ghost dream dog can only keep him awake and prevent him from completely sinking into this strange implanted memory.
Just when Yang Jian was desperate, a sigh seemed to come from the darkness.
The hoarse voice seemed to be the voice of an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
"Who is it?" Yang Jian raised his head warily and looked around, but he didn't find anyone.
He looked at the portraits behind the coffin. There were many portraits of old people on those portraits.
But everything was normal at this time. Although the expression on the portrait was slightly strange, there were no other movements.
And after being woken up by Guimengou, Yang Jian also recalled it.
The portrait on this coffin is all his memory.
Every portrait on the coffin represents the memory of a living person existing in the ghost.
It is also because ghosts have the ability to invade living people, seize memories, and have a certain influence on consciousness.
This prevented Yang Jian from being killed immediately after he was pulled into this memory world.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to wait for the ghost dream dog to arrive, and he would have been completely killed long ago and turned into a filial ghost who could only cry in mourning.
"Tap tap tap!"
Just as Yang Jian was in shock and observing the portraits around him and the coffin in front of him, footsteps came from outside the mourning hall.
The footsteps were a bit heavy and should be those of an old man. This reminded Yang Jian of the sigh just now.
The sound came from far away and soon appeared outside the mourning hall.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you and your master. Just relax and help your master get rid of the supernatural influence. I'll help him recover."
The old man outside the mourning hall stopped and said again A voice came out.
Yang Jian looked back, and at some point, an old man and a dog appeared outside the mourning hall.
That dog is very familiar to Yang Jian. It is the ghost dog left by his father.
As for the old man, he was very unfamiliar. His body was a bit unreal. Yang Jian judged that it should be the soul summoned by He Yin'er.
The other party's face was full of wrinkles, he was wearing a pair of reading glasses, and he was wearing a Chinese tunic suit. He looked like a scholar from the Republic of China period.
"Young man, let me borrow your body for a while, and I will return it to you soon."
The old man noticed Yang Jian's gaze, said to him, and disappeared at the door.
After the old man disappeared, Guimengou bared his teeth and barked several times at the mourning hall.
Suddenly, Guimengou rushed to Yang Jian, bit his clothes and dragged his body out of the mourning hall.
Guimengou dragged Yang Jian all the way through the mourning hall gate and through the dark environment outside the mourning hall.
During this period, Yang Jian was unable to move at all. Apart from turning his head left and right, he was completely unable to make any useful movements.
Having been dragged all the way, no one knew how long had passed. In the darkness ahead, Yang Jian finally saw a new light.
That is Yang Jian’s hometown, a countryside that exists in dreams.
After completely escaping from the darkness, Yang Jian resumed his actions.
However, when he stood up, he found that his consciousness could not return to his body at all.
“Woof woof!”
Guimengou barked several times at Yang Jian.
"Are you saying that the old man just borrowed my body temporarily?" Yang Jian thought back.
When the old man brought Guimengou to find him just now, he also said that he wanted to borrow his body temporarily.
"Okay, I'll be happy to have these old people from the Republic of China help me."
Yang Jian didn't have any objections to this. He saved his life, and now he's just borrowing his body temporarily.
And after Yang Jian came into contact with Bai Sha, he realized that the other party was probably not something that he and others could deal with now.
In this case, wouldn’t it be a good thing to leave the battlefield to these seniors?
Yang Jian looked in the direction not far away.
Although Ghost Dream Dog successfully dragged him out of the darkness, he didn't seem to be completely free of this supernatural power.
Darkness still exists in Yang Jian's dream, but it has not invaded here.
Guimengou seemed to have helped Yang Jian seal this memory that did not belong to him as a nightmare in the depths of the dream.
Suddenly, at this moment, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly.
His body is back under control.
Yang Jian hurriedly asked Guimengou to send him out, but when he opened his eyes, he was stunned.
At this time, he was under the cold lake water, and there were corpses approaching him around.
"I fell into the ghost lake?"
Yang Jian reacted immediately and hurriedly controlled the four-layer ghost lake's supernatural power on his body, trying to get rid of the lake.
However, at this time, the ghost lake spirit on Yang Jian seemed to be connected to the lake and could not be separated at all.
"It's those nightmares!"
Yang Jian's face was a little ugly, and he immediately realized the reason why he couldn't separate.
The nightmare that existed deep in his dream gave the lake a supernatural connection to him all the time.
In this case, Baisha can always connect to the lake water in his body and corrode himself.
The two supernatural beings of the ghost lake have merged into one at this moment, and Yang Jian is now a part of this lake.
"Do you want to give up?"
There was struggle in Yang Jian's eyes. In this case, the only way to get out of here is to abandon the ghost belonging to the ghost lake.
That way, I no longer belong to Ghost Lake, so I can naturally leave.
Yang Jian is not an indecisive person, although he doesn’t know what happened and why he was under the lake.
But in the face of life and death, he quickly made a choice.
He controlled the water of the lake to avoid the corpses approaching him, and headed up the lake.
When Yang Jian came to the lake, one hand had been stretched out to the shore and he could get out of the lake at any time.
He immediately used the ability to create ghost shadows and directly separated the supernatural part of his body that belonged to the ghost lake from his body.
Without the supernatural power of the ghost lake, Yang Jian immediately felt that his body was falling under the water uncontrollably.
But at this time, Yang Jian hurriedly jumped out of the lake.
Without the supernatural involvement of the ghost lake, Yang Jian quickly left the lake.
After returning to the shore, Yang Jian walked towards the distance, while Guimengou helped him clean up the lake water contamination on his body.
"I finally made it out alive. It was not easy."
Yang Jian raised his head and looked around, only to find that the battlefield had changed at some point and entered a concept that he could not understand. middle.
A bright flame burned above the ghost lake. It was a furnace fire. Yang Jian remembered it clearly.
"Is this used by Li Jun?" Yang Jian looked suspicious.
With this intensity, I am afraid I will die if I get contaminated. Can Li Jun use this level of supernatural power?
On the lake, there are wooden or iron door panels floating, and strange knocking sounds echo on the lake.
"This is the knocking sound of a knocker."
Yang Jian looked around, but found no useful traces at all.
And I don’t know when, gray paper dust appeared in the sky, which was the ghost painting of ghosts. "Yang Jian!"
At this time, someone seemed to have discovered him.
As a green will-o'-the-wisp enveloped him, Li Jun soon appeared in front of Yang Jian.
"What's going on now?" Yang Jian asked hurriedly.
"It's a long story." Li Jun led Yang Jian and other captains to join him, and then he said.
“The Hong sister you brought lit five pillars of incense to summon souls, and found four undead souls, as well as Sister Hong’s past life. Now they are fighting with Bai Sha.”
< br>As he spoke, Li Jun pointed to the woman in red cheongsam on a tall building not far away.
The woman in the cheongsam, her slender palms kept waving, and the dolls on the ground below were attacking one after another into the distance.
On the other side, there is a bride wearing red.
Strange portraits fell around the Ghost Bride. The people in these portraits were of all shapes and sizes.
As the ghost bride raised her hand, the terrifying ghosts in the painting walked out.
At the same time, behind the ghost bride, new portraits seemed to be drawn out of thin air by her at this moment.
Then, old people walked out of the portrait one by one.
“Is that the portrait of Qi Lao?”
Yang Jian saw the appearance of those people clearly, and his face looked a little ugly.
After carefully looking at the things summoned by Zhang Youhong's feet, he discovered that they were the puppets of the Seventh Elder.
But he was not surprised by this. After all, Zhang Youhong and Qi Lao were teammates.
Just like the leader of their generation, He Yin'er, the spiritualist.
It is not incomprehensible that there is someone among the Seven Elders who can summon them after death.
Although, Zhang Youhong's continuous superposition of situations still shocked Yang Jian.
But compared to Zhang Youhong summoning Qi Lao's puppets, the ghost bride's current situation is much more terrifying to Yang Jian.
The Ghost Bride actually spawned painted ghosts that looked like the Seven Elders, and judging from their behavior after walking out, Yang Jian also knew that these Seven Elders definitely had some supernatural powers from their original bodies.
“By the way, it’s those paints from the Ghost Post Office!”
Yang Jian suddenly remembered that the red and white evil spirits had invaded the Ghost Post Office.
Now it seems that the reason why they entered the ghost post office was probably because of these paints.
Through ghost paint, coupled with the infinite derivation of ghost paintings, the ability to imitate ghost paintings into the appearance of other people can be used to imitate other people infinitely.
Yang Jian stared at the battlefield between Zhang Youhong and the Ghost Bride.
At this time, a puppet of Luo Wensong came into contact with the ghost painting.
The puppet man raised his hand and knocked on the painted ghost.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The terrifying knock on the door sounded when the puppet bridge was on the head of the painted ghost, with a terrifying and unexplainable supernatural effect on the other party.
However, at this moment, there was no abnormality on the painted ghost's body. Instead, he raised his hand like a puppet.
At this time, after the puppet man knocked on the opponent, his body began to become dark in a strange way.
“Supernatural backlash? Was it transferred to myself?”
Zhang Youhong's dead soul frowned when he noticed this scene.
These ghost paintings that imitate others not only imitate other people's supernatural powers, but also have some kind of supernatural powers that can curse the original ones.
"You died early. You didn't know that this bride will be very vicious when she wakes up later."
At this time, an old woman appeared next to Zhang Youhong, seeming to be aware of the situation below. , said to Zhang Youhong.
“Don’t say that I am dead now, even when I am alive, I don’t want to provoke this bride.”
"If Zhang Dong hadn't been there at that time, we would have had a lot of trouble getting rid of her."
Hearing this, Zhang Youhong nodded. "I understand, how long can you hold on?"
Although it was only a brief encounter, Zhang Youhong also made a judgment on the ghost bride's situation.
This thing is probably similar to myself.
I imitate others through puppets, while the ghost bride imitates others through portraits to create painted ghosts. The abilities of both parties are similar.
It's just that the ghosts drawn by the Ghost Bride seem to be able to impose some kind of curse on the original body, but the puppet man does not have this ability.
Fortunately, the Ghost Bride does not seem to have fully grown up at this time, although she can already draw other people.
But compared to Zhang Youhong’s method of continuously doubling four to eight and eight to sixteen, the Ghost Bride’s speed at drawing other people is still a bit slow.
This can be regarded as Zhang Youhong’s chance of winning.
"You can't hold on for long. That thing is very fierce. The effect of this incense stick is not as good as that of the first generation of spiritual summoners. If you can hold on for one minute, it's already your limit."
"After all, our situation is different from yours. You have this body after reincarnation. Although you only have half a stick of incense, you can last much longer than us."
Meng Xiaodong shook his head and spoke. , disappeared in place, and began to invade a certain past.
Hearing this, Zhang Youhong’s expression became serious.
Now that she is facing the Ghost Bride, she is in a bit of trouble. If the others are unable to persist, her chances of winning will be even smaller.
Although the incense of the first generation of spiritualists is more effective.
Moreover, when Zhang Youhong uses the supernatural power with Sister Hong around, he only needs to balance Sister Hong's body to avoid reaching the upper limit of endurance.
But Zhang Youhong herself is a dead person after all. Her existence time is limited, and she cannot be superimposed to the strongest state.
Compared with two fierce ghosts with unlimited derivation and superposition, her chances of winning are still a bit slim.
The other side.
Above the lake, the fight here was more intense than the one between Zhang Youhong and the Ghost Bride.
Luo Wensong and others knew that they did not have much time to exist, so they used their strongest means the moment they took action.
At this time, deep in Zhang Hao's memory, an old woman is constantly wandering in his past memories.
No, maybe it’s not the memory of the past, but the past.
It’s just because Zhang Hao himself has the ability to invade his memory that this old woman cannot invade Zhang Hao’s past.
However, even so, deep in Zhang Hao's consciousness, there was still a tragic fight.
Countless old ladies appeared in Zhang Hao's memories of different periods and began to attack Zhang Hao.
Faced with this situation, Zhang Hao could only passively resist.
After all, facing the real attack, Zhang Hao could only use his clone to fight against the invading Meng Xiaodong.
However, after all, Zhang Hao's clone only has 60% of the supernatural power of his original body, so he is naturally at a disadvantage when facing Meng Xiaodong.
And because these seven elders are all dead souls.
Even if Zhang Hao eats Meng Xiaodong's clone, he will not be able to steal the other party's supernatural powers, and will not be able to display the ferocity he used to hunt down Meng Xiaodong in Baishui Town.
Fortunately, Zhang Hao is already a real ghost after all. Although he cannot defeat Meng Xiaodong who is active in various memories.
But with infinite restarts and the identity of a ghost, and the ability to use supernatural powers without any scruples, he can still remain undefeated.
As for the Seven Elders in the real world, they chose to use their clones to deal with them.
The clones that kept coming out from under the lake consumed the supernatural power of these seven elders. In a one-on-four situation, Zhang Hao was not completely at a disadvantage for a while.
Although there are faint signs of being beaten, it can be regarded as a comeback.
At this time, Zhang Hao himself used ghosts to invade himself.
For him now, although the Seven Elders in the outside world are difficult to deal with, they are not unsolvable.
Having 60% of his supernatural clones is enough to fight these seven elders for a long time.
In comparison, Meng Xiaodong in memory is still more difficult to deal with.
The black and white ghosts began to invade Zhang Hao's own memory. At this time, the world in Zhang Hao's memory seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness and became black and white.
With the changes in the world of memory, his memories of the past became completely dark at this moment. At this time, Zhang Hao even had the urge to replace his past memories.
"How about giving it a try? My current level of terror is similar to that of the Seven Elders. They have so many weird methods. There is no reason why my supernatural strength cannot be developed."
Zhang Hao started to do it as soon as he thought of it. He directly used the ability to invade memory to replace a period of himself that was being invaded by Meng Xiaodong's memory.
That is the memory of Zhang Hao when he was still a ghost slave.
At this time, a clone with 60% supernatural power was reluctantly fighting against Meng Xiaodong.
Suddenly, Zhang Hao, who was still very weak in his memory in the distance, suddenly opened his eyes.
After Zhang Hao opened his eyes, this world of black and white memories seemed to have found its backbone and began to flow in Zhang Hao's direction.
The black and white colors began to spread to the surroundings with Zhang Hao as the center.
Zhang Hao successfully replaced himself in memory.
The moment Zhang Hao in his first memory was replaced in reverse, Zhang Hao's whole person seemed to have enlightened.
Zhang Hao is undergoing drastic changes in every memory fragment, and the intensity of his aura is evolving towards Zhang Hao in the real world.
(End of this chapter)