Chapter 209: Dreaming
Countless huge oil paintings almost covered the walls.
Liang Xingyang walked forward, looking carefully at the oil paintings. Some were enchanting women wearing cheongsam, some were country girls wearing floral skirts, and some were serious middle-aged men wearing gray gowns.
He didn’t know Yang Xiao and Zhang Xianguang, but someone did.
As long as you walk into the painting and let other dead souls identify them, you can find the target.
Yang Jian also walked over. The ghost eyes were not only clearer than human sight, but could also see further.
Soon, Ghost Eye found the target and stopped in front of a portrait.
The huge black and white portrait on the wall shows a man who looks roughly like Yang Jian.
"Found it." Yang Jian greeted.
After hearing this, Liang Xingyang came over, looked at the appearance of the characters in the portrait, and confirmed in his heart.
He reached out and touched the surface of the oil painting, but his hand sank as if touching the water.
Yang Xiao in the oil painting seemed to have discovered something. The eyes in the painting blinked and suddenly looked down at the hand that came in.
Liang Xingyang did not hesitate at all, he chose to stick to the surface of the oil painting and walked in.
Seeing this, Yang Jian could only keep up.
After walking into the painting, the scene in front of me changed, from the hall to the room, where this painting was placed.
"Are you Yang Jian? Who is he?"
A deep voice sounded.
Liang Xingyang had no expression on his face, while Yang Jian looked at the speaker in silence.
This man is in his early twenties, and his appearance is very similar to that of Yang Jian, but his temperament is slightly different, revealing a kind of stability, calmness, and hidden edge.
It is Yang Xiao.
Or it would be more appropriate to call him Yang Xiaotian. After all, Yang Xiao is just a pseudonym for walking outside.
"Well, he is my friend Liang Xingyang."
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he pointed at Liang Xingyang and introduced.
He was no stranger to Yang Xiao. He had seen Yang Xiao in ghost dreams, but now he was just Yang Xiao in the oil painting.
Yang Xiao did not continue to speak and looked at Yang Jian calmly.
One is his son more than ten years in the future, and the other is his father more than ten years ago. The supernatural created this incredible scene.
"Something seems to have happened to your friend?" Yang Xiao looked at him with hawk-like eyes. Without much greeting, he could see Liang Xingyang's problem at a glance.
A cold aura permeated the whole body, and the silvery reflective pupils were lifeless. There was almost no emotion in the eyes of a living person, but more like the cold and unwavering gaze of a ghost.
"Mr. Yang, I came here because I hope you can help me fall asleep and alleviate the erosion of the ghost instinct." Liang Xingyang said directly.
He and Yang Jian are friends, but facing Yang Xiao from more than ten years ago, he has some difficulties in addressing him. Uncle is a bit inappropriate for the situation, so he can only be called Mr. Yang temporarily.
Yang Jian was a little silent, just telling Yang Xiao with his eyes that he hoped he could help.
Yang Xiao said calmly and rationally: "It seems that you have been exposed to ghost dreams and know something. For your sake, I can help him."
Liang Xingyang had no expression on his face, his eyes were indifferent, and he just nodded.
In fact, replacing Yang Xiao is more in line with his ideas. The replacement mechanism of Mirror Ghost can work for Yang Xiao in front of him. However, he was a little worried that Yang Xiao's body would automatically dissolve after leaving the oil painting.
After all, it is just a supernatural thing made with special pigments, and there are many uncertainties.
"Let's talk when he falls asleep." Yang Xiao suddenly said to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian nodded and agreed.
Although he learned a lot of information from Liang Xingyang, he felt that the information was a bit incomplete. He knew that Lao Liang was deliberately hiding something and wanted to explore it himself.
"Go to sleep." Yang Xiao smiled, turned his head and said lightly.
The words fell.
Liang Xingyang's pupils shrank, a strong sense of sleepiness affected him, his eyelids began to fight, and he fell asleep.
"Yang Jian, use coffin nails."
There are still some words that have not been explained, and his consciousness has to resist this strong sleepiness.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he understood the meaning, and took out the coffin nails.
Liang Xingyang smiled slightly, then relaxed the resistance of his consciousness, and was pulled into the world of nightmare by the supernatural power.
Without Liang Xingyang's conscious control of the body, the mirror ghost would soon rely on instinct to act, and the ghost heart in the heart would lose control and automatically attack the people around him.
Don't worry, Yang Jian limits himself. This bold approach is to entrust the life-and-death friendship and unreserved trust that can be backed up.
Confined by the nails in the coffin, the evil ghost will fall into silence. As long as the nails are not pulled out for a day, he will be like the Lord of Ghost Eyes who was nailed to the bone tree, forever silent for unknown years.
You cannot feel the passage of time while sleeping. If something unexpected happens and you wake up again, it may take decades, or you may be locked in a golden container and never have the chance to wake up.
Of course, the coffin nail is not unsolvable. A real starving ghost can slowly digest the coffin nail, and a fully-pregnant ghost can probably eat it away bit by bit.
As Liang Xingyang closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, his body suddenly twitched slightly and his eyes tended to open again. This was a sign that the ghost instinct was active.
"The same is true for the headless ghost. Once it loses the control of its ghost eyes, it will instinctively move and attack the people around it. You cannot let the mirror ghost open its eyes now, otherwise the attack of the evil ghost will come soon. "
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and his whole body was emitting a rich red light. A rusty coffin nail in his hand disappeared after the red light flashed away. When it appeared the next second, it had already penetrated Liang Xingyang's palm.
"Coffin nails!"
Yang Xiao had obviously seen coffin nails, and his eyes were a little surprised. When Yang Jian looked over, he said: "You came here, explain In reality, I’m dead. How is your mother doing?”
"She is very good. She is doing a simple and easy job in her hometown. Moreover, she has not remarried." Yang Jian whispered.
And on the other side.
The world of dreams.
Liang Xingyang took a deep breath and got rid of the supernatural influence. His emotions and desires were restored, and his body felt relaxed and happy as never before.
He lived a normal life in the Guanjiang Community in his dream.
The nightmare scene of Ghost Dream Dog is a forest where dogs are kept, but the real Ghost Dream Ghost can create dream scenes at will by relying on supernatural power.
Speaking of which, evil dogs cannot exert all the supernatural power of ghost dreams. After all, they are not as smart as ghost controllers to dig out and develop supernatural powers.
A month in a dream.
One morning, the sky in Guanjiang Community dimmed and disappeared.
Liang Xingyang was playing games in the villa when his consciousness suddenly fell into a trance.
A severe pain in his hand woke him up from his dazed state, and the cold breath emanating from his body also gave him an uncomfortable feeling.
However, the consciousness that had been eroded by the ghost instinct for a long time returned to normal at this moment.
"Hiss."
Liang Xingyang took a breath and raised his hand to see a penetrating wound on the back of his hand. The ghost necklace around his neck flashed, and the deceptive ghost's supernatural power quickly Repair the wound.
Yang Jian and Yang Xiao seemed to be arguing in front of them. Looking at the two, the original memories immediately emerged in their minds, and they quickly realized that the one-month memory in the nightmare was false.
"Yang Jian, you don't need to resurrect me. Since your friend has recovered, take him and leave here." Yang Xiao said in a deep voice.
Yang Jian was finally convinced and did not insist on resurrecting Yang Xiao.
Liang Xingyang smiled and said: "Thank you for your help, but there are still a few things that have not been done, so I can't leave yet."
"Well, a few things?" Yang Xiao asked doubtfully.
Liang Xingyang said: "I want to meet Zhang Xianguang, and at the same time find several large dye vats that he secretly placed in the oil painting."
The ghost painting was on him, and Zhang Xianguang's Peach Blossom Spring plan, which he had been planning for many years, almost failed. Because he didn't think Zhang Xianguang was strong enough to recapture the ghost paintings from his hands.
The purpose of looking for Zhang Xianguang was not for the red hijab and the red wedding dress on the mummified bride, but for the method of using dye to paint red embroidered shoes.
Although things drawn with dyes can only appear in oil paintings, he has mastered the real source of ghost paintings.
As long as you learn how to draw, the real ghost painting plus the painted red wedding dress, red embroidered shoes, and red hijab can be enough to reproduce 60% of the ghost bride's supernatural power during her lifetime.
Even if it is only 60% of the power, it is still the top supernatural power.
"However, if the mirror ghost takes another step forward in half a month, the ghost bride's 60% supernatural power will become useless to me."
"And what I really want to plot is Yang Jian's Human skin paper, use dye to draw human skin paper, and then use ghost paintings to control it. I don’t know if it can control 60% of the supernatural power of human skin paper. I believe it will be interesting then!" Liang Xingyang’s mouth traced a smile.
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