Chapter 175 Imprisonment of the Ghost Painting
After the woman in the ghost painting appeared, the flame of the ghost candle exploded immediately, and the entire ghost candle burned at an incredible speed.
Countless pieces of paper dust fell, and the pale green candlelight expanded rapidly, illuminating the surroundings. However, even so, the woman's blurred facial features could not be seen clearly.
The more you look at it, the easier it is for the ghosts to appear in your mind. This is the uniqueness of ghost paintings.
Liang Xingyang narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately lowered his eyes, looking down at his toes.
The ghost necklace is still working. The supernatural power of the deceptive ghost is deceiving his consciousness, so that he will not recall the ghost paintings for the time being.
As long as the killing pattern is not triggered, Ghost Painting will not pose any threat to him. With insight into the killing patterns of ghosts, even ordinary people have the ability to survive in the world of ghost paintings.
"As long as the killing pattern is not triggered, even physical contact will not cause the ghost painting to attack. Just use coffin nails to restrict it, let the ghost return to the painting, and then directly stain the frame with ghost blood, End this world of ghost paintings."
Liang Xingyang rolled his lowered eyes and made a plan in his mind. He held the coffin nails tightly in one hand and blew out the ghost candle in his hand.
Without the candlelight, the surroundings became blurry and gray everywhere.
soon.
A thin haze emerged, along with a strong corpse smell.
"Tap tap tap~"
A heavy footsteps sounded.
The woman in the ghost painting stood motionless on the window sill, like a cold stone, waiting for someone to trigger the murder pattern.
The footsteps came to a sudden halt in front of the ghost-painted woman.
Everywhere fell into silence again.
Liang Xingyang suddenly raised his head and tried his best to look directly at the woman with blurred features. Their eyes met, memories were rippling, and the murder pattern was triggered.
The white and real palms that were overlapped in front of the ghost-painted woman were released, and a white left hand exuding a cold aura was held towards the person in front of her.
Countless pieces of paper dust were swept around, and the ghosts and ghosts became more and more intense, as if they were going to turn the person in front of them into an oil painting.
It was just too late.
“Scoff.”
Liang Xingyang had already raised the coffin nails and drove them into the ghost-painted woman’s shoulders. The rusty coffin nails easily penetrated the ghost-painted woman’s shoulders.
The nail in the coffin is unresolved and the suppression takes effect, and the ghost falls into a deep sleep.
The fair and real hand fell down weakly, and the supernatural power immediately dissipated.
Right in front of Liang Xingyang's eyes, the ghost-painted woman who was nailed to the coffin disappeared, her body collapsed directly, turned into gray-white paper dust, and dissipated.
The museum still looks gray, dark and depressing.
Liang Xingyang turned around without any surprise, took out a gold lighter, lit the ghost candle to illuminate the surroundings, and walked quickly to the huge oil painting.
The urban background on the original huge oil painting disappeared. There was a person painted on it, a woman with a blurred face and a red dress. A pair of white hands like porcelain were folded in front of her body, as if it were real. Reaching out from the painting.
The woman in the ghost painting has been restarted and will come out of the painting again.
At this time, the ghost painting is complete, and the time has come to imprison him.
The pale green candlelight goes out, a bloody hand holds the frame, and the brightly colored oil painting is being affected by the supernatural and transformed into black and white.
The dead heads were also placed, and the empty eyes focused on the ghost painting, and the powerful supernatural fell on it and suppressed it.
Liang Xingyang stared nervously at this huge oil painting. A large amount of scarlet blood continued to stain the oil painting, seeming to destroy this highly artistic painting.
But the next moment.
A white palm stretched out from the painting without warning and tightly grasped Liang Xingyang's palm. It's just that the white palms came into contact with ghost blood, and the blood invalidated the terrifying supernatural power of the ghost painting, and it did not play its due role at all.
The white and cold palms of the woman in the ghost painting were stained with ghost blood. Liang Xingyang reacted, his face tightened, he covered the white palm with ghost blood and stuffed it into the painting again.
Scarlet blood is quickly covering this oil painting.
The oil painting is large, but the ghost blood can still be completely covered. The remaining blood drips along the frame, forming a pool of thick and sticky blood on the ground.
The ghost paintings are sinking.
A minute later, the huge oil painting hanging from the ceiling to the floor had disappeared, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.
The gray world collapsed completely, and after the ghosts dissipated, the reality emerged.
The surrounding scene is changing, and the museum has directly transformed into a certain road in Dachang City.
Liang Xingyang appeared out of thin air in the center of the road holding a shriveled and rotten dead head.
"Drip..."
A truck was approaching, and the driver's face flashed with panic and despair. He realized that he had no time to react, so he subconsciously slapped the steering wheel and made a loud whistle.
However.
Liang Xingyang was indifferent, his figure seemed to be nothing, and he passed directly through the truck without any contact between the two. The ghost has isolated reality and made the two sides unable to touch each other.
Ignoring the screaming passers-by, he took back the large amount of blood on the ground and sealed it in his body, then turned it into haze and disappeared.
The basement of the villa in Guanjiang Community.
After Liang Xingyang returned here, he took out two golden boxes, with ghost blood overflowing from his hands, and released the pale ghost foot and the clown male ghost, and successfully imprisoned them.
Although Li Gui can be sealed in his body, it will take up part of the ghost blood, making the ghost blood available for use less and less.
Now he only has ghost paintings sealed on his body. This oil painting occupies too much space and is inconvenient to be kept in a gold container, so he can only carry it with him.
Liang Xingyang lifted the identity of the starving ghost and threw the ghost boy, ghost wind, ghost pressure, soul boy ghost, dead head, soul ghost and portrait ghost, newspaper ghost, laughing face, and crying face into the ghost blood Take it with you wherever you go.
After stealing the supernatural power of ghost blood, he said goodbye to the inconvenience of carrying a gold container in advance, so that he could match the supernatural powers at will according to local conditions.
This is a very terrifying ability that can seal countless evil ghosts within oneself.
"No one knows that Gui Hua is imprisoned by me. Zhang Xianguang's Peach Blossom Land plan has failed. Of course, even if he can find me through some weird and supernatural means, I will not be afraid."
Liang Xingyang Carefully thinking about Zhang Xianguang's supernatural power, he found out that the other person was the third administrator of the ghost post office. The most terrifying thing was the rusty sword, followed by the infinite restart of the shadow under the five oil lamps, and finally the light revealed and dark hidden. Life-saving supernatural power.
The spirit ghost and the ghost ghost restrained all dismemberment attacks, just like Shen Lan's dining knife and Yang Jian's hatchet.
The infinitely restarting oil lamp shadow is a bit more troublesome to deal with. You have to find where the opponent is hiding and extinguish the oil lamp.
The best way to deal with infinite restarts is to retaliate in kind. Meng Xiaodong's infinite invasion can crush this imperfect infinite restart.
"At this time, I don't know if Meng Xiaodong is dead. If we can get the body on the red bed in the bedroom of Room 301 in Dachuan City..."
Liang Xingyang narrowed his eyes slightly. .
But the next moment.
"Liang Xingyang, Yang Jian, come out quickly."
A strange sound lingering in the villa reached the basement.
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