Chapter 142 Shen Lan
Qin Meirou took the initiative to invite Liang Xingyang to have dinner. After Liang Xingyang agreed, Qin Meirou left happily.
Yang Jian directly sent Liu Xiaoyu to wait downstairs.
"If you want to participate in the ghost theater and ghost events, ghost candles must be indispensable." Liang Xingyang told Yang Jian unreservedly the information he knew about ghost events and gave suggestions.
If it weren’t for Guizhu, Liang Xingyang would have been killed on the ghost stage.
Yang Jian analyzed: "I will apply for ghost candles with the headquarters, otherwise I will not participate. My plan is to cooperate with the ghost controllers at the headquarters to suppress the ghosts, and take advantage of the gap between the ghosts to restart, and open the fifth layer of ghosts to directly Suppress Huanggang Village and seize the opportunity to imprison Ghost. As for the ghost stage, I don’t know if it can be sent away directly. "
The fifth-level ghost can send away the ghost, but it is not omnipotent. As long as the ghost is scary enough, it can resist the red ghost. Light, such as a dead head.
Liang Xingyang shook his head: "Those large numbers of red paint chairs and human skins, I guess you can just send them away. But if you make the puzzle pieces of the ghost stage incomplete, it may cause the ghost show to get out of control."
As he spoke, he suddenly thought of the woman in white.
This suspected ghost controller from the Republic of China period can survive a ghost show to this day. His strength is absolutely terrifying. Moreover, the woman in white has been restricted by the ghost show for so long, so she must know the ghost show very well.
Liang Xingyang hesitated for a moment and decided to tell Yang Jian the information about the woman in white.
Yang Jian's expression changed: "I will pay attention."
You can't let this woman in white run away, otherwise Liang Xingyang will definitely be in trouble.
Liang Xingyang made a suggestion: "I suggest you control the third ghost to increase your strength, and then dismember the three ghosts of the human skin and take it with you. If you are in a desperate situation, it will help you at the last moment. Get through the difficulties.”
Yang Jian: “…”
In fact, he does not have a strong need to become a captain. After becoming a captain, he may have a lot of rights and resources, but he will also have a lot of troubles.
The headless ghost is dead, and there is a music box curse, so Yang Jian is interested in visiting the ghost village to get some credit. If it is too difficult, let him die, let alone the captain, quit the headquarters It doesn't matter.
Liang Xingyang is not an alarmist. In this S-class paranormal incident, the ghosts suppressed six ghosts without a solution. The number of suppressed ghosts may have become unknown. Moreover, the ghosts are ghosts in nature and are extremely difficult to imprison.
The supernatural power of the ghost play can control the body of the ghost master. Listening to the play for a long time will make the ghost master fall into a deep sleep. Once he falls asleep, terrible things will definitely happen. Maybe it was a fatal attack, maybe there were other unknown supernatural changes.
Living people cannot listen to ghost shows. The ghost theater is a man-made supernatural place. Once it gets out of control, it is likely to be an S-level supernatural event.
Liang Xingyang was thinking crazily in his mind, and then he doubted the identity of the woman in white.
Li Qingzhi, the administrator of the Caesar Hotel, and Luo Qian, the owner of the Endless Cemetery. These powerful ghost controllers of the Republic of China are usually responsible for guarding a supernatural place. Could the woman in white also be the manager of this ghost theater? Who?
Perhaps he is overthinking, and the other party is just a trapped ghost master?
"The side effects of the hatchet are too great. This broken knife is very suitable for dismembering human skin."
Liang Xingyang stopped thinking, took out the broken knife wrapped in old black blood, and chopped it He stabbed himself ten times and dismembered his body into eleven pieces, and then used the deceitful ghost to restore the injuries and make him whole again.
This broken knife has been restored to its most vivid and eye-catching condition.
Liang Xingyang took the golden suitcase in which the human skin was kept. As soon as he opened the suitcase, a strange dark brown figure immediately ran out of it and fled towards the door.
"Plop-plop-plop-plop-plop."
The heartbeats with extremely erratic rhythms were superimposed to form a hammer-drum-like thud.
The human skin paper was the first to bear the brunt and was affected by the supernatural power of the heartbeat. The dark brown human skin seemed to be absorbed by the front of the twelve-level wind and began to make a hunting sound.
There was no heart in the human silhouette, but there was an illusion that a foreign object was beating inside.
The sound of heartbeat overlaps with the sound of heartbeat, and the supernatural curse of death takes effect instantly.
The human skin collapsed like a fragile paper house, and the supernatural curse of mortality suppressed the activities of the human skin. The human skin instantly collapsed to the ground and fell into silence for more than ten seconds, dozens of seconds or even a minute or two.
Liang Xingyang came up with a knife, stared at the only body parts of the humanoid figure, raised the blood-red broken knife, quickly dropped it, and dismembered the legs of the strange figure, and then cut the legs with the second knife. The hands were dismembered, and finally the head was dismembered with the third knife. The humanoid outline lost the support of these evil ghosts and collapsed instantly.
The three ghosts that Human Skin traded with Liang Xingyang were dismembered by him again, which is equivalent to Human Skin serving him for free.
After more than ten seconds, the ghost-heart-death supernatural attack suppressed and disappeared. The dark brown human skin on the surface of the three fierce ghosts fell off one after another, slowly squirmed and crawled, returned to the outline of the human form, and automatically bonded together.
Soon, the human skin continued to shrink and became smaller and smaller. A piece of dark brown human skin paper fell quietly on the ground without any movement.
Liang Xingyang locked the three dismembered ghosts into a golden box, walked over and grabbed the human skin paper, and was not afraid that he would be swallowed by the human skin paper.
As soon as he picked up the human skin paper, a word "Ghost?" immediately appeared on the dark brown human skin.
Soon, the word seemed to be erased by something.
Then a line of words appeared on the human skin paper: "My name is Liang Xingyang. When you read this letter, I will be dead."
"I dismembered the human skin paper, took away the three ghosts, and wanted to The human skin paper listened to my words, but unfortunately the human skin paper rejected my request, and in the end I got nothing."
Liang Xingyang looked calm and didn't care, and handed the human skin paper to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian came over with two black ceramic jars, took the human skin paper, and asked in a deep voice: "If you still want to have a chance to see the light of day again, tell me which jar the ghost hand is in? If you say If you don’t know, I’ll put you in a golden container It is buried 10,000 meters underground and may never appear in the world."
This is a test. If the human skin paper decides not to reveal the information, Yang Jian will take it to Huanggang Village. It's no use, just bury it to avoid future troubles.
There was no movement on the human skin paper. After two minutes, he chose to lower his head, and a word "right" slowly appeared on it.
Human skin can't lie. Yang Jian nodded with satisfaction, threw the human skin into a small golden bag, imprisoned it, and put it in his arms.
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On a certain highway in the west of Dajing City, a white light flashed next to the bus license plate, and a skinny woman in white suddenly appeared.
"Wow, where is this?" Shen Lan's eyes widened, looking at the endless flow of cars and modern high-rise buildings in front of her, a touch of shock appeared on her face.
"Hello, uncle, what era are we in now and where are we?" Shen Lan grabbed a middle-aged uncle waiting for the bus and asked enthusiastically.
"Fuck, it's so ugly. Well, it stinks. I...I don't know anything." The middle-aged uncle broke away from Shen Lan, covered his nose and ran away as fast as he could.
Shen Lan twitched her nose slightly, and sure enough she smelled a strong sour smell. Then she lowered her head and looked at her ghost-like face. She looked downcast, her eyes were red, her nose was slightly sour, and she said with a forced smile: "It doesn't matter. When I regain my appearance, I will still be loved by everyone."
She walked a little further, grabbed a vegetable seller again, and finally asked about the current era and the city she was in. .
“唔唔唔.”
Shen Lan looked a little lost. She walked aimlessly on white high heels, passing high-rise buildings one after another, crossing the fancy clothes of modern people, and unknowingly came to the highway zebra crossing. She stopped with everyone at the red light and waited. Follow the crowd when the light turns green.
"Brother Shuheng, Brother Qin, Uncle Zhang, Aunt Meng..." Shen Lan broke her hands and counted them, holding back tears, "It's been sixty years, where are they? How should I find them? , they wouldn't have..."
"By the way, there is also the little thief, the clothes he is wearing are products of this era, he should still be alive."
She is in the ghost stage. He has died countless times and been resurrected countless times. It is no longer clear how much time has passed outside.
Shen Lan shuttled among the crowd, but she felt so lonely, like a lonely soul left over from the previous era, helpless, drifting like a duckweed.
"Woooooooo..."
Shen Lan cried, feeling that she had been abandoned by the times.
If everyone she knows disappears, who can prove that she has been in this world.
For a long time, Shen Lan finally stopped crying and tried to remember: "This used to be called Dabei City, but now it is called Dajing City. Brother Shuheng likes to collect stories everywhere, and I'm afraid I can't find him. But Uncle Qin I used to live in the fourth alley in the north of the city In the big house around the corner, I calculated the time. If Brother Qin had not died of old age, he should still be living in his ancestral house. "
"Reincarnation, I was a ghost in my previous life, and I am a human being in this life, and I will be reincarnated forever."
Shen Lan looked very depressed, her white dress and white high heels exuded a pale light, and she completely disappeared. (End of this chapter)