Chapter 232 Room on the left
“Where is this? Why am I here.”
Liu Qingqing’s body was fine and she woke up quickly. She looked around the unfamiliar room and frowned. Ask Yang Jian.
Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing and asked in a suspicious tone: "This is Room 301, Building 9, Mingyue Community, Dachuan City. We came in later than you. How did you get in?"
< br>How did the female messenger on the third floor sneak in despite the ghosts, smoke and ghosts blocking her?
"Is it Dachuan City? The address for sending the letter."
Liu Qingqing held her forehead and stood up from the ground. She subconsciously wanted to say that she didn't know, but her expression suddenly changed a little strangely, as if she was confused, but also seemed to have a hint of confusion. A bit confused.
Suddenly.
Liu Qingqing moved her neck and made a strange clicking sound. She then tore off a piece of skin from her neck, revealing the puppet inside.
“What the hell!”
Yang Jian immediately took two steps back and stared at Liu Qingqing with ghost eyes.
I tore open my own face, and what was exposed underneath was not flesh and blood, but a piece of wood.
The scene is extremely weird.
Liang Xingyang explained at the right time: "Liu Qingqing put on a red cheongsam, and now she is essentially a layer of human skin. Sister Hong beat us to it and let Liu Qingqing get the faceless puppet in the room."
"The red cheongsam contains Zhang Youhong's memory of her life, which is being merged with Liu Qingqing's memory. Sister Hong's consciousness is being formed." However, Liang Xingyang did not reveal this to Yang Jian in advance, but said silently in his heart.
"Sister Hong? I remember, I came here on my own, but another person controlled my body." Liu Qingqing hit her head, making a banging sound, and suddenly realized something, her face became horrified and she said, " It’s the cheongsam I’m wearing. Can you help me take it off?”
“Take off the cheongsam and you’ll die.”
Liang Xingyang looked at the cheongsam, showing no interest.
This supernatural item is not suitable for him, just like the red wedding dress on the mummy bride, it is not suitable to wear on him, otherwise it will look nondescript and he will feel uncomfortable.
Now Liu Qingqing only has one layer of skin left, and will die if she loses the supernatural power of the cheongsam to sustain her life. Moreover, his consciousness was also eroded by Zhang Youhong. Even if he gave her a living body, he could not save her.
Unless, use the ghost head to crop Liu Qingqing's memory and create a false Liu Qingqing based on the memory fragments.
But doing so makes no sense at all.
“Can’t you take it off?”
Liu Qingqing was stunned when she heard this.
Hong Qipao's supernatural power saved her life, but it was also annihilating her consciousness. It would be difficult for an ordinary person to survive when being targeted by the consciousness of Zhang Youhong, the top ghost controller.
Liang Xingyang glanced at Liu Qingqing with pity, stopped lingering, pulled Yang Jian open the door of the room on the left, and walked into the room.
As soon as they entered, they immediately smelled the scent of sandalwood.
The strong smell of sandalwood is also mixed with a faint smell of corpse.
In addition to the smell, there are many red cloth strips hanging in the bedroom under the dim light.
Through the gap between the cloth strips, both of them saw an old red lacquered wooden bed.
A large wooden bed surrounded on three sides with a carved bed top.
This wooden bed shape is so old that few people still like it in modern times. It can only be seen in museums and private warehouses of collectors.
However, the bed is just placed here, and the dark tones on it give people a very depressing feeling.
In addition, there is a dim and blurry humanoid silhouette lying on the bed. The specific appearance was blocked by the bed curtain, so they couldn't see clearly, but their intuition told them that the person lying there was dead and was a corpse.
“There’s a big problem inside.”
Yang Jian stared at the figure on the big red bed, the ghost eyes on his forehead moving restlessly, but his sight could not penetrate the bed curtain and clearly see the figure inside.
Being able to block the sight of the ghost eye shows that the big red bed is a supernatural object, and the ghost eye is actually vaguely repelled to pay attention to the corpse on the bed. The feeling of not daring to look at it once appeared in Mr. Qin. .
Liang Xingyang's eyes flashed with light, as if he had found a treasure, and he said in his heart: "Meng Xiaodong's body!"
If you get Li Gui, in addition to the ability to invade and block the past infinitely, he said You may also be able to learn how to sew scapegoat dolls and make dolls.
“You don’t want to take away the body on the bed.”
Yang Jian's expression changed, a little opposed to this dangerous idea.
His intuition told him that the danger in Room 301 might be due to the corpse on the bed, and the source of the ghost zone mentioned by Li Leping should also be in this room.
"Ghost blood combined with coffin nails can imprison Meng Xiaodong's body."
Liang Xingyang's serious words let Yang Jian know that his intuition was indeed right.
“Too dangerous.”
Yang Jian's eyes widened, feeling a little bad. If the evil ghost was awakened, Room 301 might become very dangerous.
There is still no movement from the ghost, which means that the big red bed has the function of suppressing supernatural beings. If the ghost is allowed to leave the wooden bed, it will be equivalent to actively reviving the ghost.
"I will make two preparations. If the coffin nails cannot nail the body, I will superimpose the supernatural power of the guiding ghost to control the evil ghost."
Liang Xingyang narrowed his eyes, and there was something in his tone. Two points of confidence.
After Meng Xiaodong recovers, it is almost impossible to launch an unlimited invasion, but the premise is that the body of an ordinary person is needed as a medium to invade.
With this restriction, his guiding psychic superposition is enough to fight against it, without the risk of losing control.
"You'd better not touch this body, otherwise it will kill everyone." Liu Qingqing walked out of the room at some point and stood at the door and said.
"What I said is true. I have some more memories in my mind. Although I can't be sure, there is a vague feeling coming out. I feel familiar with this place, and it seems that I have lived here for a while. "
Liang Xingyang glanced back at her and said lightly: "I will send you out of Dachuan City, so you don't need to participate in this matter."
Liu Qingqing frowned and said. " I have to stay and deliver the message.”
Yang Jian frowned, thinking about how to dissuade Liang Xingyang, and took the time to say: "I have completed the letter delivery task on the third floor, you can leave with peace of mind."
Liu Qingqing said in surprise: "You actually completed it?"
Yang Jian ignored her, but persuaded her in a very serious tone: "You just stole 10% of the ghost blood." Can the supernatural power really imprison Meng Xiaodong? Even if the corpse is nailed to the coffin, can you eat the ghost now? "
The horror level of the ghost who dare not look directly is estimated to be very high,
"Ghost blood can invalidate supernatural beings. One percent of supernatural beings is just a matter of the weight of the ghost blood." Liang Xingyang looked thoughtful and began to hesitate.
But before answering Yang Jian, he used ghosts to transfer Liu Qingqing's position and sent her out of Dachuan City. Some of their secrets were not suitable for people to hear.
"Meng Xiaodong can block the past. The specific ability is to erase the body and consciousness and invade reality infinitely. But my current essence is a ghost that leads the way. My body is completely condensed by haze and will not be destroyed by Meng Xiaodong. If Dong wipes out the invasion and protects himself, there is no problem at all. "
Liang Xingyang's eyes narrowed: "However, Yang Jian, you are not an outlier. For your safety, you may have to leave early."
Yang Jian suddenly fell silent after hearing this, for the first time. In order to overcome the feeling of not being able to exert any effort, I made some kind of decision in my heart.
The atmosphere was slightly solemn.
Liang Xingyang didn't speak anymore, and was also thinking about the question raised by Yang Jian, can one part of ghost blood be used to imprison Meng Xiaodong?
If the amount of ghost blood is not enough to make Meng Xiaodong’s supernatural power completely ineffective, how can the ghost be restrained?
The coffin nails are used to restrict Meng Xiaodong, but they also restrict the coffin nails, which is equivalent to making him lose the coffin nails in his hands.
As for the problem of being unable to be replaced or eaten after being imprisoned, it is easy to solve. You can use a hatchet to dismember the ghost and break up the puzzle.
Or keep the corpse intact. In the original ancient house, Yang Jian controlled Zhang Dong's corpse to open the eight layers of ghosts. Yang Jian can also use Meng Xiaodong's corpse to do this.
After thinking about it, Liang Xingyang expressed his thoughts: "If the weight of ghost blood cannot restrain Meng Xiaodong, I will imprison him with coffin nails and then return the body to the big red bed so that the ghost can continue to sleep."
But the next moment.
"Creak"
In the silent room, the sound of friction between wooden boards suddenly sounded.
An uneasy feeling of being watched by a ghost came over me, which seemed to trigger a terrifying killing pattern, and the corpse smell of sandalwood in the room suddenly became stronger.
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian both sensed the danger and turned to look at the big red bed.
The red cloth strips hanging from the roof were swaying in the cold wind. The body lying on the big red bed seemed to have woken up at this moment, sitting up stiffly from the lying position.
A strange old man who was skinny and exuded a strong corpse smell, as if he had been dead for more than ten days, sat beside the bed.
The blue corpse spots all over the old man's body have rotted into black spots. His eye sockets are deeply sunken, his eyelids have been opened, and his dead gray and numb eyes are staring at the two people in the room. (End of this chapter)