Chapter 241 Completing the Ghost Shadow
Two days have passed.
Safe House No. 3 on the second floor of the sales hall.
In the center of the splendid room was an ordinary wooden coffin. On the table were an old blood-stained newspaper and an old music box that was opened.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and his body stood quietly in the safe house, listening to a piece of weird and ethereal music in his mind, his ghostly eyes watching the back of the terrifying wishing ghost in the corner, his face extremely calm.
He said hello to the headquarters and Wang Xiaoming, and borrowed the wishing ghost for a day. After using up a wish, the sticker drives the wishing ghost to stay in this room.
"Creak."
The heavy golden door of the safe house was pushed open by a hand from the outside, and Liang Xingyang walked in from the outside.
"There is still an hour until the human skin paper reveals that the music box ringtone curse will break out." Yang Jian raised his hand and looked at the golden watch. The time displayed on it was nine-thirty.
He released the ringtone curse after returning from the Wang family’s ancient house. This curse will erupt on time at 10:30 today.
This time he doesn't plan to escape the ringtone curse of the music box. This weird, crisp, and ethereal ringtone will end up in his consciousness, dragging the ghost head's consciousness with him to complete the alien plan.
Liang Xingyang stretched out his right hand, and wisps of scarlet blood came out, and said calmly: "After completing the ghost shadow, the thousands of memories in the ghost head will cause you severe pain. This process requires For a while, the plan has to be carried out in advance. "
As the blood squirmed, a head made entirely of dark shadows was released. This was the ghost head.
Contaminated with ghost blood, the ghost head was suppressed and fell into a deep sleep.
Yang Jian took a deep breath, looked at the ghost head with determination in his eyes, and strode over, followed by a dark shadow under his feet.
"Come on."
Yang Jian reached out and grabbed the ghost head and threw it into a black shadow on the ground.
“It’s begun.”
Liang Xingyang’s face became solemn, and the blood stained on the ghost’s head quickly flowed away and merged into the blood flowing in his body.
“Chi Chi~”
The lights in the safe house suddenly flickered wildly due to an unknown supernatural influence.
Losing the suppression of the ghost blood, the ghost's head seemed to shake, turning into a pool of thick, ink-like shadow, which gradually melted and flowed into the black shadow on the floor.
The headless ghost figure on the ground gradually grew the outline of a head.
The headless ghost became a complete ghost at this moment.
At this moment, the puzzle of Li Gui was completed, and the level of terror increased in an incredible way.
With Yang Jian as the center, the surrounding area is covered by a layer of shadow, and the area of the shadow is still expanding and expanding.
Everyone in the safe house and the ghosts have become targets of ghost attacks.
Liang Xingyang’s face was expressionless, and wisps of ghost blood flowed from his feet, forming a pool of blood on the floor.
He seemed to be standing on a bottomless pool of blood. Weird and twisted shadows spread over him. After contacting this pool of blood, he was instantly hindered, as if running water met a huge boulder and could not rush away. Go around.
Except for him, the shadows are also unable to invade the dark corner of the safe house. There is a ghost that is more terrifying than the complete ghost. It is the wishing ghost.
The weird, twisting and shaking shadow was expanding, covering the entire room, but the golden door was closed tightly, preventing the ghost from sneaking out.
Yang Jian looked at Liang Xingyang and the wishing ghost, then lowered his head slightly, feeling that the ghost under his feet began to invade his body in the opposite direction.
In the entire room, the only target the ghost could attack was Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's body also has a great temptation for ghost shadow, so ghost shadow is trying to control the ghost eyes and ghost hands in this body.
Yang Jian's slightly red eyes dimmed, his pupils were invaded by a layer of deep darkness, and his blackened and stiff right hand was also covered with a layer of thick black shadow.
soon.
He suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness descending on him, and his body seemed to be frozen. A terrifying and cold consciousness was invading his mind, and his consciousness was about to fall into darkness.
At this moment, the strange, clear and ethereal ringtone echoed, bringing his consciousness back.
Under the protection of the ringtone curse of the music box, the ghost consciousness, Yang Jian consciousness, and the ringtone curse gradually fell into a state of entanglement.
“Ah.”
After Yang Jian was invaded by the ghost, his whole body trembled suddenly, and then he held his head tightly with both hands, letting out a painful scream, and fell to the ground like a bent prawn, his body twisted and struggling.
Only through the pain of the fusion of countless memories can it bear fruit.
A full ten minutes passed.
Yang Jian was dripping with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the swimming pool, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
Everything calmed down.
The clear and ethereal ringtone of the music box defeated the ghost shadow and preserved his consciousness amidst the intrusion of countless supernatural memories.
Yang Jian opened his eyes and felt that in addition to the ringtone of the music box, there was a cold breath in his mind.
According to the records of the plan, he knew that the ghost's consciousness and his consciousness were entangled and were indistinguishable from each other.
This result will eventually lead to the explosion of the ringing curse of the music box, destroying both of them and turning them into nothingness.
Yang Jian lay stiffly on the ground. His body was deprived of ghost shadows and he lost control of his body. This was because the ghost shadow failed to erase his consciousness, so the attack continued, and because the curse of the music box failed to succeed.
A delicate yet fragile supernatural balance is established.
Liang Xingyang's face was calm, and there was a rusty coffin nail in his hand. The coffin nail was thrown out, and the nail covered the shadow on the ground, allowing Yang Jian to regain his ability to move.
"I didn't expect it to be so painful. The memories are intertwined. It's simply worse than death." The shadow in Yang Jian's pupils was covered up, revealing a faint red light, and he said with lingering fear.
Liang Xingyang smiled: "But you also gained other people's memories and gained thousands of pieces of knowledge and experience."
"Let's take the next step." Yang Jian was at this moment Very calm.
Liang Xingyang put away his smile and became more serious.
Yang Jian’s plan is not just as simple as turning into a ghost. Ghost newspapers and music box ringtone curses will also be spelled into the ghost and become part of the ghost.
The competition between multiple supernatural beings is the most dangerous. The consciousness of living people is the most fragile among the four parties, and accidents are likely to occur.
Yang Jian approached the table and reached out to pick up the ghost newspaper placed on it.
Suddenly.
The newspaper bulged into a strange human face, as if it was blown up by something, and directly covered Yang Jian's face.
The hand covered with a layer of black shadow quickly grasped the old newspaper that seemed to be alive. The newspaper twisted and struggled, and the strange face on it let out a strange scream, as if a ghost was roaring, which made people's hair stand on end. .
The next moment, the ghost newspaper was covered by a thick layer of black shadow, and it instantly became quiet.
"I am Yang Jian."
Yang Jian wrote on the ghost newspaper. This strange paper was densely filled with names of all sizes.
The supernatural power contained in the ghost newspaper will always remind him of his identity, making it easier to retrieve his memory among countless memories and not become a memory in other people's minds.
“Now that everything is ready, let’s start.”
Yang Jian glanced at Liang Xingyang, lay down in the wooden coffin, and covered his face with the old blood-stained newspaper superior.
In an instant.
The ghost newspaper clung to his flesh, directly covering his eyes, nose, and mouth, leaving only the outline of his facial features.
"You will wake up smoothly."
Liang Xingyang whispered, standing beside the coffin, reaching out to take back his coffin nails.
The ghosts without coffin nails began to invade Yang Jian's consciousness again, blocked by the curse of the music box, and fell into a stalemate.
That’s it.
Yang Jian, whose face was covered with blood-stained newspapers, lay cold and stiff in the wooden coffin, like a corpse, waiting to rot and stink.
Time passed little by little.
Liang Xingyang raised his hand and glanced at the golden watch on his wrist. The time displayed on it was ten twenty-nine.
At the last minute, the curse of the music box will break out, destroying Yang Jian's consciousness, the ghost's consciousness, and the ghost newspaper's consciousness.
It was extremely quiet in the safe house.
As the second hand on the watch turns, it is ten thirty.
Yang Jian's stiff body in the coffin trembled slightly, and then there was no movement again. Yang Jian's body, or rather a corpse, was undergoing some kind of supernatural change.
Waiting for time to brew, a new consciousness will awaken on the corpse.
Outside the door of the sales hall, several uninvited guests came.
The leader was a man of about thirty years old, with calm eyes and a hint of vicissitudes of life.
“I have been planning for decades, firstly to break away from the post office, and secondly to benefit the world, but I am really unwilling to receive this result.”
After the man finished speaking, a rusty sword appeared in his hand, with an extremely ferocious expression on his face.
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