Chapter 262 Night Watch
The door to the back hall was opened, bringing a wet, cold wind and rain, and then was closed.
Liang Xingyang took a step forward, closed the black paper umbrella, and suddenly found that there was no raindrop on the paper umbrella.
Maybe it’s not that the rainwater is not contaminated, but that the umbrella absorbs all the rainwater and completes some unknown cycle.
He looked at the time on the golden watch. It was only half past two in the morning.
There are still more than twenty hours until the next day's vigil, and there is still a lot of free time tonight.
Walking into the back hall, it is clear at a glance.
Five ghost masters guarding the coffin, a red coffin, and two incense sticks that have been lit but not consumed.
Liang Xingyang did not say hello to the five people, and walked all the way through the back hall, lobby, and patio to the corridor.
The empty, dark and gloomy environment of the ancient house is eerie.
With seven ghost masters keeping watch, Yang Jian and the messengers can take the opportunity to rest, relieve physical and mental fatigue, and replenish some physical strength.
In the empty old house, there were sounds of grinding teeth coming from deep in the corridor, the sound of chairs being pushed against the ground and the sound of friction, and there seemed to be the sound of someone taking a shower.
But no one lives in the rooms deep in the corridor, these are all supernatural phenomena.
Liang Xingyang did not return directly to room three in the right corridor, but turned around and went to the second room in the left corridor, standing quietly at the door without entering.
In this room, there was a faint rustling electronic sound. This kind of sound can only be emitted by old-fashioned radios. It seems that someone in the room is constantly adjusting the signal of the radio, trying to restore the signal.
"Hey, is there... anyone... here?"
The signal seems to be poorly connected, and the radio sound is intermittent. It takes a few seconds for a word to sound.
"Creak."
Liang Xingyang gently opened the door, stepped forward, and stepped into the room.
The radio, which had a poor signal connection, strangely recovered its signal after someone entered the room. A very ordinary voice immediately came from the radio: "Hey, can you hear me? Please reply."
This is a harmless inducement for humans and animals, but once someone makes a sound within the influence of the curse and responds, they will be entangled by the curse.
The curse of the radio can guide the surrounding ghosts to attack the cursed person and kill with a borrowed knife.
Scarlet blood flowed between the five fingers, the palm became bloody, and he suddenly reached for the old radio.
In addition to invalidating the supernatural power of the ghost, ghost blood can also wash away the curse and imprison it.
The ghost blood combined with the ghost scissors can restrain all cursed supernatural beings.
The old radio was rusty and looked like it could no longer be used. The inside of the machine was even filled with smelly soil. It seemed that it had just been dug out of the soil not long ago. I don't know who put it here.
A stream of blood poured into the radio and was covered in blood.
“Ah.”
Suddenly, a strange and miserable scream came from the radio. Then the signal was interrupted, and the induced sound turned into a rustling sound, which seemed to be a signal. The contact became poor again, and soon it fell into dead silence, and no sound came out.
This curse seems to have been hit hard and suppressed.
"Huh? The curse was actually blended into the ghost blood."
Liang Xingyang looked at the light bronze filth in his bloody palm with surprise. Part of the scarlet blood was stained by the curse and changed its color. But at the same time, he also successfully limited the curse.
Swallowing this blood may turn the curse of the radio into one of the starving ghost's supernatural puzzle pieces.
“Crack.”
The radio that lost its supernatural power immediately shattered into several pieces. The rusty iron pieces were stained with rust, revealing several pieces of black and greasy soil inside the machine. There are no electronic components at all.
Nip danger in the bud.
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, he took back the blood on his palms, and sent the ghost blood back to his body to flow. After waiting for a few minutes and finding no more abnormalities, he turned around and walked out of the room and into the corridor.
There is darkness deep in the corridor. If you go too deep, you may get lost in it.
Perhaps like Zhang Youhong said, they may have a chance to leave the ancient house, but the success rate is definitely not high, and they will be killed by the danger hidden inside.
……
The heavy rain outside the ancient house has stopped, and even the aliens cannot use ghost ghosts for a long time without stopping. Such unscrupulousness will only accelerate the erosion of the ghost instinct.
Time passes little by little.
The twelve hours of daylight pass by in a blink of an eye, and the time turns into night, and then gradually into the middle of the night.
No one is walking around in the ancient house. Maybe there is a supernatural phenomenon and a ghost is watching. Everyone stays in the room to avoid causing trouble.
Until a certain moment.
In the corridor outside the room, there was a sudden sound of a chair being pushed. It was extremely harsh and loud in the silent night, waking up everyone in the room.
Liang Xingyang was lying on the bed, listening to the sound of ghosts chanting sutras from the yellowed old book and fell into a slumber. After the sound of the chair being pushed, he slowly opened his eyes.
The sound of sparse rain gradually came from outside the house. The ancient house, which had just returned to dryness after the sunshine during the day, became damp and cold again.
Looked at the time.
It’s already eleven fifty.
Some kind of signal in the ancient house began to appear again.
After twelve o'clock, the next day officially came, and they needed to keep vigil.
This vigil does not require them to guard the coffin, but to survive the night at the hands of evil spirits.
However, you can use the ghost scent in front of the red coffin to resist the attack.
When Liang Xingyang walked out of the room, Yang Jian and the four messengers were already standing at their respective doorways, looking at things deep in the corridor.
It was dark.
The old black Taishi chair was placed in the corridor at some point and was being pushed by a pair of hands, making a squeaking sound until it stopped in front of the door of Room 6 and stopped moving.
There was a pair of hands resting on the back of the chair. The palms were cold and stiff, but the fingers were covered with bruises, bruises and black spots, and the nails were curved and black. One end of the rough ghost hand's arm was submerged in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.
This is a kind of supernatural being that is balanced to death. Once it is pushed down by the huge power of the ghost hand, it will be attacked by the supernatural being that is bound to die.
“Let’s go to the back hall.”
After Yang Jian finished speaking calmly, he took the first step to gather the messengers in the back hall. After all, they are messengers, but Liang Xingyang is not, and they do not need to abide by the rules of the ancient house.
They must stay in the ancient house for seven days, and Liang Xingyang can leave the ancient house at any time and go to the ghost forest.
The wake is held in the back hall. To report the funeral, you need to leave the old house. To express condolences, you need to move the coffin to the lobby. For the funeral, the coffin is carried out the back door and buried.
"The image of a fierce ghost is irrelevant. The palms of your hands can be crushed into dead human skin and covered with cracked spears to plot against those who snatch supernatural weapons."
Liang Xingyang looked at the backrest of the Grand Master's chair The pair of ghost hands on the table did not forget the two ghost masters who were still guarding the gate of the ancient house, and led them to the back hall.
The darkness deep in the corridor was surging and began to spread out, shrouding the lobby and back hall.
At this moment, the supernatural balance of the ancient house was broken.
The vigil officially begins.
"Bang bang bang, tap tap tap~"
Three loud noises came from the darkness, followed by a burst of heavy footsteps.
Three uninvited guests came to the lobby from outside the ancient house, seemingly looking for something.
Yang Jian held the cracked spear and said: "The purpose of the vigil is to survive. Don't take chances. Any ghosts that just break into the back hall must be repelled.
Eagle Holding an old shotgun and aiming at dangers that may appear at any time in the darkness, Wang Feng held a ghost dice made of pale bones in his hand. Da Qiang looked at it with vigilance. In the darkness, Yang Xiaohua held the red balloon with a nervous expression.
The seven ghost masters had tense expressions, but they were also ready to take action. No one who could survive on the bus was an idiot. They deeply understood the consequences of not being able to stop it.
But with Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian in charge, they were not really worried
If the sky falls, the taller ones will hold it up.
Liang Xingyang’s eyes moved and he looked thoughtfully at the darkness in the lobby.
Then he raised his right hand, and a stream of light bronze blood flowed out of his palm, which he swallowed into his stomach.
In place of the ghosts that have been eaten by the starving ghosts, there are black gauze ghosts, rain ghosts, ghosts represented by the rain medium, and ghost winds.
This time he tries to eat the curse of the radio.
Starving ghosts can digest evil ghosts into puzzle pieces, and even cursed ghosts are forced into the supernatural puzzle.
Aside him, a rustling radio sound suddenly sounded, as if the signal contact was poor, and the channel was being adjusted.
Liang Xingyang grabbed it from the air, and an old radio appeared in his hand.
This radio is just a shell, with a few pieces of black greasy dirt inside, without any electronic components. This is the medium of curse.
He threw the radio into the darkness of the lobby.
"Hey, can you hear me? What are you looking for? They are on the patio, hurry up."
Liang Xingyang's voice sounded strangely in the darkness.
The three footsteps seemed to be guided, leaving the lobby and walking towards the patio in front of the lobby, looking for something. (End of this chapter)