Chapter 261 The Replacement
The air was filled with cold, damp water vapor, and the rain disturbed the two overlapping faces on the beautiful woman's face.
Zhang Youhong wanted to take away this black paper umbrella to keep out the wind and rain.
Liang Xingyang looked indifferent and reached out to grab her wrist to prevent the black paper umbrella from being touched by others.
“Is this how you treat your savior?”
There is revulsion in this sentence.
A bone-chilling coldness descended.
The wind howled and the rain suddenly intensified.
Drops of icy rain eroded everything, and strands of rainwater connected into a rain curtain, and the creeping bruise curse in it seemed to melt everything.
Zhang Youhong’s eyes moved, and the red cheongsam gave off a faint red light. She blocked the erosion of the rain and ghosts, and her figure in the hazy red light became more and more enchanting.
"Savior? Everything is proceeding according to the previous arrangement. Even if you don't come to deliver incense, there will be others. But because of your intervention, you have consumed more of my existence. Is this still considered a savior?"
Her eyes moved slightly, a cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and continued: "Who are you? The key to that room is on you. I saw it. Give me the key."
"My name is Liang Xingyang, and I am a modern ghost controller."
Liang Xing said expressionlessly: "The key to the red room is related to me and a cupboard. The deal. When the door opens, you can go in at any time, but I must be the one to open the door. "
"But you can't keep the key.
Zhang Youhong's smile faded, her eyes were cold, and her hostility was undisguised.
Just when she was about to take action.
Liang Xingyang was not afraid, but puzzled: "Even if you are not the savior, why are you so anxious? It seems that you and I have just met for the first time, why are you full of hostility towards me?"
< br>"Meng Xiaodong didn't come to the funeral. Does it have anything to do with you?" Zhang Youhong sneered.
Liang Xingyang frowned, wondering what the problem was in this sentence: "It does matter, so what?"
Meng Xiaodong's body was nailed to the coffin.
If the source of supernatural powers is restricted, the supernatural powers derived from the source will automatically disappear. This is why Meng Xiaodong's old woman who invaded the present from the past did not show up at the first village to take the bus to the ancient house.
“If Meng Xiaodong does not come to attend the funeral, if there is no filial son to attend the funeral, or the person who was most familiar with the deceased to attend the funeral, it will make it difficult for the deceased to rest in peace.”
“Now there is a mistake in the arrangement, and the balance will is broken, then who will make up for the lack of this part of my existence? The time cannot last so long and we cannot bury Meng Xiaodong. What do you think we should do?"
Zhang Youhong said word by word: "Without this link, the red coffin cannot suppress the resurrected corpse, and the evil ghost will revive halfway. , you will all die here.”
As Zhang Dong, the strongest among the seven elders, once the evil ghost revives, it will definitely be extremely terrifying. It is indeed difficult to stop the inexhaustible method of erasing the supernatural traces.
Furthermore, the seventh day of resurrection of the ghost will not appear. If it cannot be corrected in time, it is likely that Yang Jian's letter delivery mission will fail, and the curse of the ghost post office will attract the ghost to attack.
“Is there no way to correct it?”
Liang Xingyang’s eyes suddenly condensed, and he did not expect the deep meaning hidden in Meng Xiaodong’s appearance in the ancient house.
Zhang Youhong pondered for a long time and slowly shook his head: "Even when I was alive, I was far inferior to that person. I can only last two days now. It was arranged for someone to be born, but I didn't expect it to be me. .”
"Hand over the key! Liu Qingqing can't end so early, her body can't die yet. Sister Hong must be born, and I must enter the red room in advance to let Liu Qingqing avoid disaster. And you can only go through those two There is an endless corridor, maybe there is a chance to leave here."
There is an extra face on Liu Qingqing's body. This is an illusory face, it is Zhang Youhong's face. As time goes by, this illusory face will eventually disappear.
"There is no trace of you in the previous arrangements. Your appearance was unexpected, but it directly caused bad things to happen, so you deserve to die." Zhang Youhong's eyes were slightly cold, and his words were much sharper.
The distance between the two parties is closer again. With such a close distance, as long as she launches an attack, the other party will have almost no chance to escape.
Liang Xingyang still held the black paper umbrella unmoved, looking at the enchanting figure in the hazy red light with flickering eyes, thoughtfully.
"Can she attend the funeral instead of Meng Xiaodong?"
He took out a photo from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Youhong in the dim red light.
In the photo is a woman sitting on a red wooden bench, smiling, showing a pair of snow-white hands.
No matter from which angle you look at it, this woman’s appearance is extremely perfect, but if you look closely, you will see that this woman’s smile is stiff and her hands and feet are placed in a very unreasonable position. She is like a beautiful puppet, being manipulated by others. Take this photo.
Zhang Youhong's eyes narrowed, as if the photo in her hand was extremely hot, and she didn't want to look at it any more. She took a quick look and quickly threw it away.
"Do you know the woman in the ghost painting?"
"No."
Liang Xingyang looked suspiciously at the shadow on Liu Qingqing's face, feeling slightly puzzled by Zhang Youhong's reaction.
Both were ghost masters during the Republic of China. Could it be that women in ghost paintings were also a taboo during the Republic of China? Even Zhang Youhong must be afraid of them?
"She can! Do you really have the source of a sinister painting? Derivatives are not allowed." Zhang Youhong stared at Liang Xingyang, which seemed a little unbelievable.
"You don't need to worry about it anymore."
Liang Xingyang didn't reveal it directly, but he was relieved in his heart.
If he had not come to release Zhang Youhong, he would not have known about the lack of mourners for the funeral on the sixth day. Even if he becomes an alien, controls many supernatural beings, and holds coffin nails, he dare not say that he can imprison Zhang Dong, who is capable of resurrecting the evil ghost.
You can erase a large area of supernatural beings just by shaking your palm. This ability is really incomprehensible.
After careful consideration, Zhang Youhong regained her smile: "You didn't lie. I hope you won't make fun of your own life. Now that the problem of the lack of mourners on the sixth day of the funeral has been solved, the key lies with you. You are right, I will not interfere in things here again.”
"On the fourth day, I will follow the mourning ghosts into the ancient house. I hope you have opened the locked door by then. Trust me, you don't want to fight an old woman."
< br>Zhang Youhong left. The red cheongsam exuded a hazy red light. Under her feet was a pair of red high heels, as bright as blood. There was an embroidered handkerchief hanging around her waist, which was elegant and strange.
The wind in the woods was blowing, and the trees were swaying and rustling.
Indistinct black figures stood strangely behind many trees, twisting their necks strangely. Looking behind them, it seemed that Liang Xingyang could be seen through the blue-black rain curtain.
The rain is increasing.
But the pale and dirty heads continued to poke out.
Even if the rain increases again, it will not have a greater impact on the ghosts in the ghost forest, but will instead decrease.
There are too many ghosts haunting this ghost forest, and the supernatural rain can only suppress the speed at which the ghosts appear on rainy days. But as more and more evil spirits emerge, the balance will soon be broken.
When the time comes, countless ghosts will come out of the woods.
“Staying there for too long attracted the attention of the devil again.”
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and the black paper umbrella he held moved slightly.
The sound of the wind is still there, the trees are swaying, and the environment is still the same, except that the black and blurry ghost behind the woods is no longer visible.
The rain isolates the ghosts. If the ghosts in the ghost forest want to attack Liang Xingyang, they must invade the rain ghost forest through the black paper umbrella in reality.
But obviously, the ghosts in the ghost forest can't do it.
The black paper umbrella and the rain are interdependent. Even if you are targeted by the ghost forest, you can avoid the attack in this way.
soon.
Six ghost slaves, using black paper umbrellas and covered in black gauze, all appeared and followed him step by step.
Liang Xingyang held a black umbrella high, stepped on the flowing water, returned along the Huangni Road, and walked back to the ancient house safely.
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