Chapter 239 Walking out of the ancient house
A red light came from nowhere, and it was fleeting, covering a kilometer in an instant.
The red light flashed away.
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian appeared out of thin air, standing in front of the rusty iron gate that was closed tightly by rusty chains, and stopped to observe the Wang family's ancient house in front of them.
It was an old Republic of China house with mottled walls and peeling walls, covered with moss and ivy.
The style of the ancient house is relatively European, and the building materials are mostly blue bricks. Therefore, even after nearly a hundred years of baptism, it still remains intact and has not collapsed.
The courtyard is covered with dead grass, but you can see a winding path, which is a recent human footprint, indicating that someone often moves here.
A thoughtful look appeared on Liang Xingyang's face. He first recalled the information about the Wang family's ancient residence and picked out some important information to share with Yang Jian.
At this moment, scattered passers-by on the roadside looked over, seeming to wonder why they were standing in front of the gate of this abandoned old house.
Yang Jian held a golden spear in his hand, with a faint red light oozing from his pupils, and noticed a man who was taking pictures of them with his mobile phone.
"Don't pay attention to these people, go in and find Liao Fan."
Liang Xingyang also noticed the anomalies among the passers-by. These people were just acting as the eyes and ears of the ghost controller in the ancient house, so don't worry about it.
Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and relaxed his grip on the splitting spear.
The two of them walked directly through the big rusty iron gate and walked into the courtyard.
Just walked in. The original yard area of tens of meters has turned into a large yard of thousands of meters. In the yard, wooden coffins that look like they are in two parts can be seen stacked everywhere, some placed horizontally and some vertically.
"Ghost!"
The flesh on Yang Jian's forehead was torn, and a scarlet ghost eye emerged, peering at the numerous old wooden coffins in front of him.
“We came uninvited, we should say hello.”
Liang Xingyang’s black pupils stared at these coffins, as if they were dizzy, and soon became as black as ink without pupils, and his body was full of A large amount of rich, dark blue-black aura began to emerge, invading the courtyard.
Dark, dead, desolate.
The blue-black haze easily blocked the kilometer-wide courtyard, and a large wave of blue-black aura rolled and turned into a raging wave to open the rotten and thick door of the Wang family's ancient residence.
“Bang.”
The rusty iron chain shook, and the door of the old and dusty ancient house was violently knocked open by the ghost.
However, the haze did not break into the hall, and the blue-black aura gathered at the door like a thick fog, lingering.
As the haze continued to thicken, it became darker and darker outside the door, filled with a strange and cold smell.
"Liang Xingyang, Yang Jian, why are you here."
A deep voice came from the empty ancient house.
Obviously the person speaking knew their identity very well.
"Who are you? Let's find Xu Feng and Liao Fan and hand them over."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and the ghost eyes on his forehead glowed scarlet. The vision of his eyes entered his mind.
The speaker was a white-haired young man. Although he was hiding in the dark, some physical features could still be seen through the ghost eyes.
The words fell.
There were faint whispers coming from the ancient house. It seemed that a large group of people were staying in the ancient house and discussing countermeasures.
It didn’t take long.
An angry voice came out: "Yang Jian, because of that little incident on the bus, I have been wanted by the headquarters and become a street rat. Now you are teaming up with Liang Xingyang to deal with me, is that right? It’s too much.”
"I'm Liao Fan, what do you want from me?" Then, a hoarse man's voice came out with doubts.
Liang Xingyang's figure walked out of the haze, looked at the empty hall inside, and said calmly: "You hide your head and show your tail, don't you even dare to show your face?"
"You are famous in the supernatural circle Liang Xingyang, who is making a lot of noise, we are just poor people living in this ancient house. For the sake of safety, I hope you can forgive me." The low voice from before came out again.
Yang Jian's eyes flickered, he walked over, and shouted towards the ancient house: "Stop talking nonsense, hand over Xu Feng and Liao Fan, we will not embarrass you."
Gu Whispers came from the house again, and occasionally the sound became louder. There seemed to be some disputes and conflicts among the people inside.
Some people want to compromise and hand over Xu Feng and Liao Fan to resolve the crisis, but Xu Feng and Liao Fan definitely don't want to be manipulated by others.
Soon.
The deep voice said: "I'm sorry, we can't hand them over. If you have any grievances, you can come in and resolve them yourself."
Liao Fan's hoarse voice was full of confusion and anger. : "I have never offended you, what on earth are you looking for me for."
"Fart, so what if Liang Xingyang, if you want to arrest me, go into the old house yourself and see who kills whom." Xu Feng The sound of shouting came out.
"You can't walk through the gate in person, otherwise you will be contaminated by the curse of the supernatural pendulum clock and become like them." Liang Xingyang murmured in a low voice and glanced at Yang Jian again, "The ancient house can suppress the ghosts and ghosts, but it certainly cannot be completely suppressed. , and we don’t need to go in personally.”
Yang Jian was stunned, and soon realized that nine scarlet ghost eyes appeared on his body and began to move restlessly.
The thick blue-black haze was constantly stirring, and strange figures were gathering one after another. In just ten seconds, nearly a hundred blue-black figures appeared around them, and the space inside the ghost was also constantly stretching and expanding. .
The third floor of the ancient house.
Liu Mubai looked at Xu Feng and Liao Fan in front of him and said calmly: "I followed the agreement and fought against all odds to protect you. Remember, you will accompany me to the depths of the ancient house in the future. Look for the pendulum clock.”
Xu Feng and Liao Fan looked at each other with ugly expressions on their faces: "They haven't given up yet. We'll wait until you do it."
Liu Mubai said easily: "The ancient house is our territory, and the supernatural beings here are there. Suppressing the role of ghosts."
"The most powerful ability of Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian is ghosts. Damn it, as long as they dare to come in, they will definitely be restrained by the ancient house. Besides, if we get together and compete head-to-head with supernatural powers, coupled with the curse of the ancient house, maybe we can still defeat them, and our reputation will be great. Noise."
Liu Mubai actually had such sinister thoughts.
After hearing this, Liao Fan still felt a little uneasy on his face. Just as he was about to say something, a commotion suddenly came from the second floor below.
"The green and black aura outside the door has invaded the ancient house, and they are going to take action."
"I think everyone should talk, there may be some misunderstandings here."
"It's nonsense. It's time to hand over Xu Feng and Liao Fan."
"You two follow me, they are coming in soon."
Liu Mubai's face sank and he quickly took Xu. Feng and Liao Fan walked down the third floor to the second floor.
There are nearly twenty ghost masters on the second floor, which is a very astonishing number. It is estimated that some people may not have stayed in the ancient house, and the number of people cursed by the pendulum clock may be even higher.
As the gloomy ghosts invade the ancient house unstoppably, all the ghost controllers inside turn from carelessness to panic.
After all, this is not a strict organization. Everyone relies on the curse of the pendulum clock to survive. There is no competition for interests, and there is no leader selected.
Liu Mubai pushed aside a few chaotic ghost masters in the corridor on the second floor, held his hands on the railing of the corridor on the second floor, and looked down at the hall on the first floor.
After seeing the situation clearly, his expression also changed suddenly.
The rich blue-black aura invaded the hall from the door. Some kind of supernatural power began to block the intrusion of the haze, but it seemed to have little effect.
The haze and ghosts continued to spread until the entire hall was covered.
However, under the supernatural suppression of the ancient house, it seemed that a dark blue-black haze became thinner. Although it still obscures the vision, it is not as severe as before.
"There is something wrong with this guy's ghost, and it has enveloped the entire ancient house." Liu Mubai gritted his teeth and said in disbelief.
Xu Feng and Liao Fan looked nervous and said in disbelief: "Isn't the ancient house able to suppress the range of ghosts? Why is this happening?"
The scope of the Hungry Ghost's haze is too large. The supernatural power of the ancient house has restricted a large part of it, but it is still blocked by the haze.
"Tap tap tap~"
The sound of uniform and heavy footsteps suddenly sounded.
“Here we come.”
Someone among the ghost masters on the second floor let out an extremely uneasy shout.
In the thin blue-black haze, one could vaguely see strange figures stepping into the ancient house from the door and filing in.
“What’s going on.”
“A hundred people?”
The ghost masters hiding on the second floor looked incredulous.
“Come out!”
A whisper came from the blue-black haze.
Liu Mubai's pupils shrank, and he turned around to look for the source of the sound, but couldn't find it.
But the next moment.
The strange figures with their backs to them raised their arms silently, and the blue-black palms shook towards them.
Nearly a hundred palms shook.
Countless supernatural beings fell from the sky.
A stream of cold supernatural power fell from the hall on the first floor to the ghost controller on the second floor, and everyone became stiff.
"These people are all evil spirits. Let's run away." A man was frozen and unable to move. He saw the danger hidden in this strange scene and shouted in horror.
However, it was too late.
The blue-black haze spread to the second floor unknowingly. Liang Xingyang's consciousness was everywhere, and he would not let go of the ghost master who was trapped in the ghost world.
At this moment, the dozen or so ghost masters who were crowded on the second floor all had expressions of extreme fear on their faces. They took steps uncontrollably and were led by a strange figure. They lined up to go down the stairs and would walk out of the first floor. door.
Some people are smarter, and when they see that the situation is not good, they start running to the third floor. But as his eyes moved, a strange figure appeared on the stairs from the second floor to the third floor, blocking his way.
Under the supernatural influence of the guide ghost, this section of the stairs has become extremely deep, with no end visible at a glance.
Fear and despair spread rapidly in everyone's heart.
Xu Feng and Liao Fan were also stiff at this moment, walking forward like corpses, uncontrollably joining the crowd going downstairs, waiting in line to go downstairs.
Liu Mubai looked frightened. Regardless of the ghost's revival, he used the supernatural power he controlled to resist the cold aura on his body, turned around and ran away.
But soon, more than a dozen icy breaths fell on him in an instant, locking him in place, with his body posture still stiff as if he wanted to run.
“I provoked someone I shouldn’t have provoked.”
Liu Mubai laughed desperately, his body exuded a strong smell of rotting corpses, and his face was spread with deathly gray. This was his initiative The price of reviving the evil spirit.
Once he walks out of the ancient house, without the curse of the pendulum clock to suppress him, he will die immediately on the verge of the resurrection of the evil ghost.
He tried to struggle, but failed.
Liu Mubai was filled with sorrow and anger, and was furious, but his body took steps out of control. He lined up behind the ghost controller who was controlled by the guiding spirit, and walked out of the Wang family's ancient house together.
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