Chapter 171 Entering the Painting
Blood was flowing all over the ground, and half of the ghost boy's body was sunk into a pool of blood. If it is not stopped, after the ghost boy is involved in the ghost blood, the pool of blood will be like a shackle, trapping him tightly.
Liang Xingyang walked over quickly, stretched out his hand to pull the ghost boy out, and at the same time squatted down and put his hand on the pool of blood.
The ghost heart at the heart began to beat again from a stagnant state. The pool of blood on the ground decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the ghost blood was sucked back into the ghost heart by him.
The ghost boy emerged from the pool of blood, his vicious eyes opened again, his body kept twitching, and the remaining ghost blood stained on his body was still suppressing the supernatural.
But as the ghost boy woke up, scarlet blood was already dripping off.
When all the blood spills out of the body, it will be time for the ghost boy to resume action.
This will take a long time, and the ghost boy's level of terror is still too low.
Liang Xingyang didn't care about the little devil anymore. Instead, he found a golden box and took out a transparent raincoat.
He looked carefully at this ghost raincoat. The material was extremely soft, and the texture was very similar to human skin paper. But the human skin paper is dark brown, and this raincoat is transparent.
The ghost raincoat, which lacked a living person as a host, immediately attached itself to Liang Xingyang's hand the moment he touched it, and was drilling under the skin.
The transparent raincoat stuck tightly to the skin of the palm, and a huge tingling sensation immediately came from it.
Soon, wisps of scarlet ghost blood emerged from the palm of his hand. The blood was stained, and Gui Yuyi immediately stopped.
"I didn't have time to study the transparent raincoat I brought out from the ghost theater until today. Shen Lan values this ghost so much, but she wants to see what value is hidden on it." Liang Xingyang thought thoughtfully in his heart. , the next moment, he actually put this raincoat on himself.
The transparent raincoat adsorbed on his exposed skin without knowing what happened, and then disappeared quickly.
pain.
After putting on this raincoat, Liang Xingyang felt severe pain all over his skin, and a terrible coldness eroded his whole body, as if the complete skin was being replaced. This living body repaired by the ghost necklace, The skin all over his body became pale and cold.
"The ghost is killing the body, and there is no supernatural balance."
Liang Xingyang frowned and secretly said, the scarlet ghost blood began to flow, the body became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it had penetrated The transparent raincoat in the skin is quickly being forced out of the body.
The ghost blood was stained and suppressed, the supernatural power failed, and the ghost raincoat showed no signs of activity at all.
"Shen Lan calls it the media raincoat, which shows that the ability of this clothing is probably related to the media aspect."
He slowly controlled the amount of ghost blood and relaxed the suppression of the raincoat, allowing the ghost raincoat to just stick to it. On the skin, a supernatural balance is maintained.
Start experimenting with the abilities of this piece of clothing.
The surroundings started to get a lot colder, but nothing changed.
“Raincoat, is it related to rain?”
After thinking for a while, Liang Xingyang used Guixi to reach the roof of the villa. He used the supernatural power of the ghost necklace, and a thick rain cloud appeared above him out of thin air.
Drops of rain as big as beans fell from the clouds.
The rain fell on the ghost raincoat Liang Xingyang was wearing, ticking. A certain rain medium condition was achieved. Liang Xingyang suddenly became invisible and disappeared suddenly, as if he had never appeared before.
A feeling he had never experienced before appeared in his heart. His body seemed to be hidden in the rain, appearing in this world in the form of consciousness.
"This feeling is somewhat different from the way a ghost coffin transforms into a ghost. Wearing a ghost raincoat can appear in reality, but it cannot appear in the rain."
Only his voice is heard but his person is not seen.
The next moment.
Liang Xingyang reappeared wearing a blood-colored raincoat. It was the ghost blood that infected the ghost raincoat and disabled the supernatural power, so that he could reappear from the rain.
The rain kept hitting the outer layer of the ghost raincoat, but it could not wash away the scarlet blood stains on the inner layer of the raincoat.
“It matches well with the person in charge of Dashan City, Xiao Yang, codenamed Guiyu. Guiyu’s ghosts are matched with this ghost raincoat. As long as the ghosts cannot be destroyed, they cannot be harmed.”
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Liang Xingyang waved his hand towards the top of his head, and the ghost necklace instantly wiped away the heavy rain. He stared at the clouds and disappeared.
"If it's just like this, is it worthy of Shen Lan's attention?"
He was puzzled, but he didn't want to waste time here and planned to leave it to explore later, or ask directly Information about Shen Lan’s raincoat.
A white misty ghost shrouded the place.
Liang Xingyang returned to the safe house in the basement through the ghost, staring at the ghost boy on the ground with his bright silver eyes.
Wherever he looked, a clear shadow was reflected in the bright silver pupils.
Some kind of supernatural effect was exerted on the ghost boy, and it was still twitching. The ghost boy who was undergoing resuscitation was unable to resist at all, and his position was instantly exchanged, and he was imprisoned in the mirror space.
Mirror Ghost replaced successfully.
The bright silver pupils instantly became pitch black as if they were smeared with pitch black ink, and traces of blue and black bruises appeared on the body surface.
Liang Xingyang's expression remained normal. He first took off the ghost raincoat, took back the ghost blood, and then put it into a golden box and imprisoned it.
Then he walked aside and took out the box where the newspaper ghost was kept. After eating the newspaper ghost, he followed Ahong's memory archived by the mirror ghost.
The ghost necklace created the body and created A Hong’s clone, and then the ghost newspaper tampered with the memory to make A Hong’s clone loyal to itself.
The reason why he did this was to bring A Hong’s clone into the world of ghost paintings. Let the dummy lead to the source of the ghost paintings and help you complete the task of the ghost closet.
After doing all this, release the starving ghost and imprison the newspaper ghost and replace the ghost boy again.
Then he ate the ghost wind, the ghost suppressing people, the soul boy ghost, the spirit place ghost and the ghost ghost.
With his current normal food intake, he could eat five ghosts and one more. If you are greedy for too much, the mirror ghost will be unable to maintain its starving ghost appearance and collapse.
As for the dead head, it had already been dismembered into two halves with a bloody knife, and was sucked into the mirror and carried with it.
Liang Xingyang reached out and lifted up the white cloth covering the derived ghost painting, allowing the ghost painting to be exposed.
The scene in the oil painting is a dark and depressing city, a corner of Dachang City, with traces of ashes floating in the sky, like paper ashes or haze.
On a road in the oil painting, a woman with a vague figure is standing, and she seems to have noticed this.
"Ahong, come and take a look at the woman in this oil painting."
Liang Xingyang just glanced at it with his peripheral vision, then turned his head and stopped looking at the woman in the oil painting.
"I understand, Mr. Liang."
Ahong's clone nodded, obeyed the order, and stared straight at the woman in the painting.
As A Hong spent more time looking at the paintings, an incredible scene appeared.
The scene in the oil painting has actually changed. The originally dark and depressing urban background has become smaller at this moment, and the blurry female figure is rapidly enlarging, as if she wants to step out of the painting.
A pair of pale and cold hands stretched out from the painting.
"Ghost..."
Ahong's clone's pupils shrank and couldn't help but panic.
“Okay.”
Liang Xingyang put his hand on the frame, and some supernatural power eroded it. The oil painting began to fade rapidly, turning into monotonous black and white. The painting seemed to have turned into a portrait.
The ghost painting was strongly suppressed, and the pale and cold hand was retracted. The scene in the painting changed again. The vague female figure gradually became smaller, moving away from the frame, and walked along the road towards the city buildings. , the figure disappeared.
Liang Xingyang released his hand, took out a golden body bag, bent down, stepped across the frame and entered the world of ghost paintings.
After walking in, he found himself standing on an asphalt road, surrounded by darkness, with a blurred urban background not far away, and the picture frame behind him still existed.
The quiet surroundings gradually began to become gray, which was the ashes left after burning paper.
Not long after, Ahong also got in. She understood that the meaning of her existence was to attract the source of the ghost painting and then be killed by the ghost painting, but she still did it without hesitation, as if it was an innate sense of mission.
"The world in the paintings is very dangerous. Not only are there ghost paintings, but there are also many evil ghosts imprisoned in them. Of course, there are also many survivors, such as Li Yang."
"With my current situation With his strength, Gui Hua is not afraid. Mr. Qin has lived for too long. In order to save Shen Lan last time, he must have moved forward. Falling into a deep sleep may trigger Zhang Xiangguang's Peach Blossom Land plan in advance. Perhaps he should find the source of the ghost paintings and take them away to prevent Zhang Xianguang's plan in advance."
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly and he threw the golden body bag here as a mark. , walking in front holding the dead head, A Hong followed closely behind.
Leaving the asphalt road, the two walked into the city buildings, walking in the deserted and silent city.
"It's far away from the frame, you can start." Liang Xingyang suddenly stopped and turned to give instructions to A Hong's clone.
A Hong’s clone fell silent, closed his eyes and began to recall the woman in the ghost painting.
Liang Xingyang left the side of A Hong's clone, took out the coffin nails and guarded the surroundings vigilantly.
The world is gray, with countless wisps of paper dust falling from the sky.
Liang Xingyang waited patiently, while Ah Hong's clone was also gritting his teeth and trying to recall the appearance of the ghost painting.
soon.
A sudden figure appeared. It was a woman, wearing red clothes as bright as blood.
This red dress is particularly eye-catching in the gray world of ghost paintings, but the appearance is always blurry, as if through a layer of thick fog, the only thing that can be seen clearly is the white and cold face. hand.
“The ghost painted by the ghost painting has appeared.” Liang Xingyang no longer turned his head this time, but looked directly at the ghost painted by the ghost painting seriously. The request of the ghost closet was completed.
The more you see it, the easier it is for the appearance of a fierce ghost to appear in your mind. Once you can't help but recall it, you will trigger the killing pattern and be targeted by terrifying ghosts. But Liang Xingyang had the request of a ghost closet, so he had to look more carefully.
"Gather together He Yuelian and the mummy bride's red wedding dress, red hijab, and red embroidered shoes, and attract ghost paintings to hold hands, and a terrifying ghost controller will be born. If I replace He Yuelian and complete all this on her behalf, I can recreate it The supernatural combination of the ghost bride, then nailed to the coffin, eaten as a starving ghost, and controlled the ghost bride."
There were whispers from Liang Xingyang's mouth, like a devil reciting the Bible.
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