Chapter 243 The complementary puzzle pieces
“No one can find the sales hall today except me!”
Liang Xingyang took up the pen to write, used up a wish sticker, and made a wish to The ghost made a wish and chose to hide the sales hall.
He needs time to adapt to the ghost's supernatural powers, and plans to use the wishing ghost to delay him for enough time.
The wishing ghost is a curse that even gold cannot break. And the restart scope is huge. As long as you don't leave the sales hall, if Yang Jian's plan fails and needs to be restarted, it will not be affected.
"Chichi~"
The wish sticker disappears, and the light bulb above the head is now affected by an unknown supernatural influence. The light keeps flashing and makes an electric chichi sound.
The wishing ghost walked out of the darkness, took away the wish sticker, and then disappeared.
The entire sales hall began to become illusory, hidden in unknown ghosts.
Liang Xingyang's eyes flashed, and he opened the golden box. Among the white ghosts, a huddled body in the golden box, a tall phantom that merged with seven mirror ghosts, appeared in front of him.
The number of six ghosts in the diamond-shaped brand and the stain of ghost blood made this tall phantom mirror ghost fall into silence.
He stretched out a silvery, illusory palm exuding a cold aura and wiped it into the body of the tall phantom. The white mist-like ghosts were invading the mirror space. The palm began to suppress Huanggang Village, and it seemed that it was invading the mirror space. Just like wiping something, using touch as a medium, Huanggang Village was suppressed smaller and smaller, and eventually turned into a mirror.
Yinliang's palm was retracted, and at the same time he brought back a supernatural mirror. As for the seven fused mirror ghosts who fell into silence, they were quickly imprisoned in a pool of blood.
Liang Xingyang held the supernatural mirror and observed the reflection of a young man in an old suit with a pale face and a very handsome appearance.
This is an identity of Gui Cha.
"Replace!"
A pair of silver reflective pupils stared at the supernatural mirror. Liang Xingyang's appearance did not change, but the tall mirror ghost residing in his body was changing.
Look the same and act the same.
Replaces the killing law trigger.
This supernatural mirror cracked inch by inch, and the ghost in Huanggang Village was squeezed out by the cold breath. As soon as he came to reality, he was immediately sucked into the mirror space in his body.
This is an attempt to fuse eight mirror ghosts to replace the one ghost ghost that suppresses the number 1.
He succeeded. Liang Xingyang transformed into a ghost, possessing the essence of a ghost, and at the same time gained the ability to suppress the number 1 without any solution.
The white misty ghosts disappeared, replaced by a strange phantom of the Huanggang Village buildings. The phantom came to reality and gradually solidified. The sales hall was soon hidden in the Huanggang Village buildings and disappeared. No trace.
……
“There is something new.”
Nie Yingping watched with disbelief as the sales hall in front of him disappeared and was replaced by a dilapidated thatched hut.
The asphalt road has also turned into a muddy dirt road.
A Zhang Xianguang stepped forward and slashed horizontally with a rusty broadsword. The wall of the thatched house in front of him was immediately torn with a huge gap and collapsed suddenly, with withered yellow thatch and dust flying everywhere.
“The ghost that is between the supernatural and reality, although it is not a real thatched house, it is almost the same as reality.” The second Zhang Xianguang said.
"Strange, my ghost can be used." Du Hong said suddenly.
The dirt road quietly turned into a swamp, and the slightly yellow and pungent swamp gas filled the surrounding area, covering an area of about a kilometer. The air was slightly distorted under the influence of this swamp gas, as if it became less real.
Zhang Ying said: "Take us to the sales hall quickly."
But at this moment.
The five Zhang Xianguangs all turned their heads to look.
An old woman with a cold face and stooped figure walked out of a residential building and walked towards them. The words that came out of her wrinkled mouth were strangely the voice of a young man: "Zhang Xianguang, Nie Yingping... …”
Before she could finish speaking, a rusty broadsword rubbed against the ground and cut across the air.
A ferocious crack appeared out of thin air, tearing the old woman's body in half from head to toe. Not only that, this terrifying crack was still extending, and the residential building behind was also torn apart. In addition, a deep crack also appeared on the wall of a rural villa in the distance.
A Zhang Xianguang snorted coldly: "There is no need to waste your breath with a dead man."
"Very good, now that you have come to Huanggang Village, don't leave in a hurry. I've got you, Jesus Even if you come, you won’t be able to stay, I said so.”
The only remaining sallow eye on the half head of the old woman on the ground looked at the eight people deeply, and then breathed her last. .
Nie Yingping's face darkened, and he boldly walked over to examine the body, and said in a deep voice: "This old guy is dead, and there is no supernatural power left on the body."
Zhang Ying sneered: "Is it Liang Xingyang, or... Yang Jian controls the supernatural and gets a ghost slave to scare people? Let’s see who kills whom.”
A Zhang Xianguang. He looked around with his eyes and found nothing else wrong. He dragged his rusty sword and ordered: "I feel something is wrong here. Du Hong, don't be stingy and lead us to the sales hall."
Du Hong's face tightened, and then he nodded, using the methane ghost to lead everyone to move positions and search the village.
After they left, a young man carrying a golden spear walked out of a nearby residential building. It was Liang Xingyang.
His consciousness turned into the ghost of Huanggang Village, which was everywhere. While ensuring safety, he changed his identity and returned here in his own body.
The difference is that this time he specially brought Yang Jian's supernatural weapon: the cracked spear.
This cracking spear was not brought into the coffin by Yang Jian, but was given to Liang Xingyang for safekeeping. No one expected that it would come in use.
"Jesus can't save you even if he comes, I said so!"
Liang Xingyang's face was calm, but the palm of his hand holding the golden cracked spear became harder and harder.
But the next moment.
Scarlet blood flowed out of the palm, and a wooden spiritual tablet emerged from the ghost blood.
This spiritual tablet is like a memorial tablet after death. It is mottled and looks extremely old, exuding a cold atmosphere, and is inlaid with a black and white photo.
This black and white photo is a portrait of a deceased person. The inside is dim and blurry, and the facial features of the deceased cannot be clearly seen, but you can feel that the dead person in the portrait is secretly watching the people outside.
"The spiritual place, the portrait, and the ghost coffin are the puzzle pieces of Gui Chai. Now after completing the two puzzle pieces, what will happen to Gui Chai?" Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly and he pondered.
The sales hall is currently hidden by the wishing ghost. His consciousness is also paying attention to the situation in the sales hall. He can use the ghost to hide the sales hall at any time. After ensuring that Yang Jian will not be disturbed, he has time to try the ghost job. A supernatural combination to prepare for the subsequent battle.
The ghost's ability to eat up the ghost is taking effect. This wooden spiritual tablet inlaid with a black and white portrait begins to gradually sink into his flesh and blood.
New puzzles added.
Liang Xingyang's eyes were focused, and his whole body exuded a cold and cold aura that was not like a living person. All the colors on his body were quickly fading away, leaving only the dull monotony of black and white.
The next moment.
With Liang Xingyang as the center, the black and white area opened up and spread out at an incredible speed. The enveloped buildings immediately lost their color, and at the same time, a strange and cold atmosphere filled the air.
The ghost's supernatural power is like an unknown and terrifying virus, which begins to infect the entire village and has the property of isolating supernatural beings.
“Originally, the black and white area of the ghost ghost was only a hundred meters long. Now it is officially integrated into Huanggang Village. I can feel that the horror of the ghost ghost is increasing in an incredible way.”
The puzzle pieces of ghosts are complementary, and the new supernatural changes are not over yet.
Huanggang Village is undergoing strange changes. The thatched houses that were once torn apart by Zhang Xianguang's machete, the bodies of old women, residential buildings, and even the hideous cracks in the walls of rural villas are healing strangely.
There was no cold air like a living person, and everything was returning to its original state.
The collapsed thatched house was repaired automatically. The withered thatch and dust flew back automatically as if going back in time, and the ruins disappeared.
The corpse of the old woman that was torn in half was also healing, and the hideous and terrifying wounds disappeared. The old woman stood up with dull eyes, muttering that it was time to catch up on dramas again, hunched over, and walked away.
The residential building that was cut in half in the distance was restored to its original state, and a deep crack in the wall of the rural villa was quickly smoothed out and became smooth.
But it’s not just that.
Liang Xingyang's ghostly consciousness quietly locked onto Du Hong, Nie Yingping, and Zhang Ying among the eight Zhang Xianguang people. The spirit ghosts invading the consciousness of living people also revealed their ferocious fangs at this moment. As long as he is willing, the ghost consciousness can invade one of the three people, change a new identity, and restart.
“The terrifying ghost!”
Liang Xingyang’s pupils shrank, his chest heaved, and he stared at everything in front of him in shock.
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