Chapter 245 The Awakening
Time passes bit by bit.
A fierce and strange wind blew in Huanggang Village, which looked like a portrait in black and white.
The howling wind blew, and no one could walk quickly against the wind that would blow people away, making it almost impossible to move.
But with a rusty sword, the world seemed to be cut into a corner, and the cold wind was torn apart and gradually subsided.
But this lull lasted only a few seconds, and the wind roared again, as if it was going to turn everything along the way into dust.
The first Zhang Xianguang's eyes were slightly cold, and he once again used the old sword to tear apart the ghost, so that the ghost wind carrying the smell of corpse could not get closer.
The second Zhang Xianguang said in a deep voice: "We have traveled throughout the village, but we did not find the sales hall. It means that the sales hall has reasons why they must protect it. Since they don't want us to find it, we must Find it there."
"There has been no more testing since the old lady ghost slave. It is obvious that we are stalling for time, but there is nothing we can do about it." The third Zhang Xianguang frowned.
The fourth Zhang Xianguang made a decision: "Since we can't take revenge now, let's wait for the opportunity. The Peach Blossom Spring plan has been planned for decades, we can afford to wait, everyone leaves here and informs the main body."
The fifth Zhang Xianguang looked silent. At this moment, he suddenly spoke, but a young man's voice said: "Now that you have come to Huanggang Village, why are you leaving in a hurry? Did I not entertain you well?"
"Well ? When was it invaded?"
The four Zhang Xianguangs all turned their heads and stared at the fifth Zhang Xianguang with expressions of disbelief.
The fifth Zhang Xianguang showed a strange smile on his lips, and his breath seemed to be restless and difficult to calm down.
Bang.
Suddenly, a dense black and white area suddenly spread out from the body, covering the four Zhang Xianguang around him with lightning speed. At the same time, he held the rusty broadsword tightly and slashed with the knife in both hands.
Soon.
The rusty broadsword triggered the medium, and a torn perspective was displayed. It was like a photo torn into countless pieces. Cracks appeared one after another, horizontally and vertically, without any rules at all.
He quickly found a long and huge crack in the field of view, involving the four people in front of him, and the old sword slashed down along the fixed track of the crack.
“Dang Dang Dang~”
Under the chopping, three metal collision sounds exploded.
The three Zhang Xianguangs were suppressed in the black and white area. However, after they noticed that there was a problem, they reacted quickly and immediately raised their knives to block. Although they were a step slower, they were not in danger.
However, one of them, Zhang Xianguang, was attacked by four ghosts suppressed by Gui Cha Wu Jie. His whole body was stiff and unable to move. He was dismembered on the spot with an old sword, and his whole body was torn in half.
The dismembered Zhang Xianguang did not maintain his original state and was rapidly decaying. In just ten seconds, his body and the old sword rotted away together, leaving no trace.
“Dangdang~”
Liang Xingyang's attack has not stopped yet. Taking advantage of the suppression of the portrait area, after the initial slash, he slashed again along the fixed track in the tearing perspective.
At the same time, Zhang Xianguang is locked in the No. 4 spot, using the black and white area as a medium.
The supernatural shortcoming of ghosts that can only be suppressed by physical contact is made up for by the ghost ghost puzzle. Any living ghost that enters the ghosts in Black and White Huanggang Village may be targeted by the ghosts and suppressed without any solution.
This knife successfully killed another Zhang Xianguang.
The remaining two Zhang Xianguang's eyes were splitting after raising their knives to block, and they used some kind of knife skills to preemptively slash Liang Xingyang through the air.
"Dang~"
A metal collision sound resounded.
Liang Xingyang did not react slowly. He had already used his knives to block, but he could not block the simultaneous attack of two rusty swords. A ferocious crack was torn into his body.
"Jesus can't save you, we will meet again soon."
The body rotted quickly after being dismembered, but he didn't care and only left one sentence, the fifth Zhang Xianguang The body completely disappears.
This was a terrible attack without warning, killing three fake Zhang Xianguangs at once.
The two fake Zhang Xianguang's eyes were hollow and numb, but the deep look of fear could not be concealed.
Not waiting for them to take any action.
Soon.
Zhang Xianguang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly felt a terrifying supernatural suppression coming. He himself was a person created by the supernatural power of the corpse oil lamp. After being suppressed by the ghost, he immediately became stiff and turned into a dead thing. He could not even open his mouth to say a word of warning.
Then, a strange and cold consciousness invaded his mind.
The other Zhang Xianguang turned his head slightly and noticed the abnormality of his companion. The hand holding the sword trembled a little, and his body couldn't help but retreat.
One minute later.
The bodies of the two fake Zhang Xianguang both rotted and disappeared.
Sales hall.
In front of safe house No. 3.
Liang Xingyang closed his eyes tightly, his ghost heart beating calmly in his heart, scarlet blood flowing in his body, and he maintained the posture of holding the golden spear in his hand, like a sculpture.
But soon, a strange and cold atmosphere came.
Change identity.
Liang Xingyang slowly opened his eyes and relaxed his body, which had become stiff after standing for a long time.
"I really can't imagine that after Guizashi completes the last piece of the ghost coffin puzzle, he will turn into an unsolvable ghost with infinite restarts. I'm afraid that any living ghost who breaks into the ghost coffin will become a ghost. A piece of the puzzle in it will make the snowball roll, and it will be a subversive disaster."
Liang Xingyang sighed silently, and then turned his eyes in one direction, and it seemed that someone else had broken into Huanggang Village.
A rusty old sword tore apart the ghosts in Huanggang Village, and five more fake Zhang Xianguang broke into this strange black and white village.
……
Day and night turn over, the sun rises and the moon sets.
The next day came quietly.
At noon.
According to the wish time limit, the wishing ghost no longer protects the sales hall, but still stays here.
After Liang Xingyang dealt with the five Zhang Xianguangs that attacked in the seventh wave, his consciousness returned to his body in front of the door of safe house No. 3. At the same time, there were four golden boxes at his feet.
This is the golden container that imprisoned the evil spirits in the bodies of Nie Yingping, Du Hong, and Zhang Ying.
He took out the golden woven bag from his arms, took out the human skin paper from it, and asked: "Don't play tricks with me, tell me the exact time when Yang Jian wakes up."
Writing appeared on the dark brown human skin paper. There was no writing at first, but it seemed that he had thought it through clearly, and then it appeared above: Yang Jian is executing the plan I gave, turning into a ghost and alien creature. However, the chance of success of the plan is not high. At twelve o'clock on time, the supernatural balance will be broken. The evil ghost revives. "
Liang Xingyang lowered his head slightly and glanced at the golden watch on his wrist. It showed 11:55: "There are still five minutes left. If there are no ghosts calling people, Yang Jian's memory will be lost. Unable to wake up from ghosting. "
Ghost blood flowed, and a corpse with a big head and a small body that could not close its mouth emerged from the pool of blood. After being suppressed by ghosts and ghosts, it merged into Liang Xingyang's body.< br>
After Liang Xingyang ate up the ghost, he felt his voice became much hoarse
He pushed open the heavy golden door and walked into safe house No. 3.
Yang Jian is about to wake up, and even if Zhang Xianguang comes in person, he can't stop it from happening.
The wooden coffin lid was pushed open.
A certain cold breath and a faint smell of corpses came to my face. In this brand-new coffin, there was a corpse that died young, and it was Yang Jian.
As the coffin was opened, the stiff corpse inside underwent some subtle changes.
The old blood-stained newspaper stuck to the corpse's face disintegrated little by little, as if it was weathered, turning into tiny particles that quickly dissipated.
The ghost newspaper turns into a ghost puzzle. In addition to the ability to steal memories, the ghost now has the ability to tamper with memories.
The old music box with mottled red paint inside the wooden coffin seemed to have lost its supernatural support. Several cracks suddenly appeared, and then it shattered with a crack, leaving only a few pieces of rotten wood.
Now the ghost itself has become the carrier of the curse of the music box ringtone.
As two pieces of the puzzle merge into the ghost.
The moment when the supernatural balance was broken.
Suddenly, darkness began to spread inside the coffin, and large black shadows flowed out like ink, covering the ground.
A ray of red light also projected from the coffin, gradually becoming bright and dazzling, covering the ceiling of the safe house at an incredible speed, and even spreading out of the door.
"Who am I?"
In a low voice.
Covered by ghosts, Yang Jian's body stood up from the coffin without warning, changing from a lying position to a stiff standing position.
"Who is Yang Jian? Who is Yang Jian."
He was confused and confused.
"Yang Jian."
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly and he opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out.
However, a creepy voice suddenly appeared behind Yang Jian.
This is the supernatural power of ghosts calling people. If you turn around, you will die.
“Who is calling me?”
Yang Jian did not turn around. After answering subconsciously, a glimmer of light gradually appeared in his confused and empty eyes.
The supernatural power of this ghost calling is not to kill him, but to help his consciousness return smoothly.
"I am Yang Jian, and you are Liang Xingyang."
Yang Jian's consciousness returned, his voice became firmer, his eyes flashed with red light, and he stepped down from the wooden coffin.
Liang Xingyang said with a smile: "Congratulations on your successful resurrection, Yang Jian."
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