Chapter 267: Lighten the Burden
Liang Xingyang frowned, looking thoughtful, thinking about the last words left by Zhang Youhong.
In sight, the outline of the mottled wooden door is blurring and disappearing until it is replaced by a wall.
The red room disappears.
“The old man returns to life on the seventh day, and an invisible person will return to the ancient house. After receiving a letter from the post office, a certain balance is broken and he becomes a wandering ghost. So the old man who returns to life on the seventh day, Is it the corpse in the coffin, or a supernatural being derived from it? ”
While thinking, Liang Xingyang paced out of the corridor. Under the protection of mourning clothes, he could not detect the black-clothed figures gathered in the patio. He walked straight across the patio and returned to the lobby.
“The coffin was buried on the sixth day, and the real corpse should still be trapped in the coffin. Then the person who received the letter after the seventh day may be a derived supernatural being, so the coffin nails are not the source of restriction, Zhang Youhong Is this what you mean?”
After murmuring, he still couldn’t figure out his thoughts.
Liang Xingyang thought to himself: "If it means that the supernatural power of the coffin nail will also be erased by the old man without solution, this may really be asking for death. Gui Cha suppressed without solution and Zhang Dong erased without solution, the two This kind of supernatural collision may end up erasing the ghosts.”
While he was walking and thinking.
Everyone in the lobby of the ancient house is still wasting time.
He was staying next to the red coffin like everyone else, resting and killing time.
Liang Xingyang suddenly said to Yang Jian: "It's the fourth day now. The curse of the music box can be used by Wang Feng. The ghost dice and the music box can be used to share some of the pressure for us."
The spirit ghost can change the consciousness of the music box to solve the curse of the music box, but the expiration date of the curse is not specific. This time may be three days, four days, or only a few hours. Once the curse breaks out, there is no chance to reverse it.
After Wang Feng learned the information about the music box, his face was a bit shocked and struggling: "How do you know the function of the ghost dice in my hand?"
Liang Xingyang looked indifferently and did not answer Wang Feng's doubts.
Yang Jian said at this time: "I can steal your memory. If the ringing curse breaks out, I can also wake you up again through memory, and even have a chance to get rid of your identity as a post office messenger."
The numbness and hollowness in Daqiang's eyes faded away, and he gained a little more energy, and said excitedly: " This method also applies to us. After Wang Feng comes off the field, I can make up for it as soon as possible."
Yingying's eyes moved slightly and he said solemnly: "I can also be a substitute. As a last resort, Yang Xiaohua can stay. Come on last.”
Yang Xiaohua was stunned and her smile froze.
Her task is to hold the red balloon. If it is cursed by the ringtone of the music box, the red balloon will automatically rise into the air. If she cannot hold the balloon, she will not be able to leave the ancient house.
Use the patio to leave the ancient house. The red balloon is a key prop and cannot be missed.
However, on the fourth day, the balance in the ancient house is about to be out of balance. Yang Jian's words still shine a glimmer of hope into their dark world of despair.
Once they fail to survive, as long as Yang Jian survives in the end, there is still hope of resurrection.
Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and a tall black shadow spread on the ground, eroding towards Wang Feng, Yingying, Daqiang, and Yang Xiaohua.
Everyone felt a cold aura permeate their minds, as if being pricked by a needle, stinging slightly, and their memories were stolen.
Everyone fell into silence again.
Time passed little by little, and it came to six o'clock in the morning.
The dense crowd blocking the patio was squeezed out of a passage, and a black Taishi chair appeared in front of everyone.
This chair pushed away the other ghosts and appeared at the front. The level of terror was very high.
There is darkness behind the chair, like an extended ghost, or like a deep road, shrouded in darkness with no end in sight.
What pushed the black Taishi chair was a pair of skinny hands, and the black nails looked particularly weird.
Ghosts that cannot be suppressed by the old man begin to appear.
I saw that the hand pushing the chair was moving and was being retracted.
But the next moment.
Liang Xingyang's eyes narrowed, and a pair of dry palms appeared strangely on his shoulders covered by white mourning clothes.
The strength of these skinny hands was astonishing, or the supernatural power was too strong. These palms wanted to press his body down, causing him to lose his body balance and trigger a fatal murder pattern.
But in full view of everyone.
Liang Xingyang’s figure blurred and suddenly disappeared.
The next second, the two pairs of skinny palms had no target to attack and no shoulders to support them. They did not fall, but were suspended in the air strangely, as if the palms were connected to invisible arms. , quickly retracted into the darkness behind and disappeared.
The dry palm reappeared on the back of the Taishi chair, still resting on it, as if it had not left.
The flesh on Yang Jian's forehead was torn, and a scarlet ghost eye popped out, watching the place where Liang Xingyang disappeared.
A pool of water appeared in the original position, and there were ripples in the water. There was a faint reflection on the rippling water, which was the person who had just disappeared.
The next second.
Liang Xingyang appeared out of thin air, a pair of dark eyes staring fiercely at the palm on the black Taishi chair.
When he was attacked by a ghost, he used the supernatural power presented by the medium of rain. When there was no rain in the ancient house, his body disappeared directly.
After Li Gui left, he walked out of the stagnant water.
Liang Xingyang's body moved, and was carried by the strong wind with strong corpse odor. He instantly came to the black Taishi chair, stretched out his hands stained with scarlet blood, and suddenly pinched the skinny palms.
"Kakkakkak."
When these skinny hands were touched, they seemed to sense the danger and immediately attacked, causing the black Taishi chair underneath to vibrate continuously.
Liang Xingyang's expression remained unchanged as he competed with Li Gui for strength.
It’s just that the ghost hands quickly stopped moving. The ghost blood eroded and the supernatural power failed. The ghost hands were quickly suppressed. They only twitched once and immediately fell into silence.
After Liang Xingyang used ghost blood to take away the skinny palms, he moved the black Taishi chair back to the lobby.
This black Taishi chair relates to the seventh day of resurrection of the ancient house and cannot be damaged.
“Fortunately, this evil ghost didn’t attack me, otherwise I don’t know if I would have survived.” Da Qiang breathed a sigh of relief.
Eagle's fingers holding the shotgun were slightly white, and he was a little nervous: "The role of mourning clothes is decreasing. Even if we have been doing the right thing, we still have to fight against the evil ghost in the end."
Yang Jian said: "The old man's The body is tilted. Although the tilt is almost imperceptible, this signal means that the balance will eventually be broken. The recovery of a group of evil ghosts will definitely be faster than the old ones. People need to recover quickly. The current balance cannot be maintained until the fifth day."
Liang Xingyang said calmly: "It's getting better. The number of evil ghosts pouring into the ancient house is decreasing rapidly. The black veil outside. The shrouded evil ghost prevented the evil ghost from entering, which not only relieved a lot of pressure on the old man, but also solved many problems for us."
As time goes by.
Every hour that passes, the angle of admiration and inclination of the old man sitting up in the coffin will expand by one point.
Seven o'clock, eight o'clock...
The time came to twelve noon, and the speed of the old man's back could be distinguished with the naked eye.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a low voice: "We must reduce the burden on the old man in order to find balance. Try to throw the evil ghosts who stepped into the courtyard out of the door, and let the evil ghosts shrouded in black veil assimilate and restrict. It should be possible It's a good idea."
"Okay."
Liang Xingyang responded, turned around and walked out of the lobby, using Guixiao to leave the ancient house and come outside.
It rained heavily.
The rain in the sky was heavy and crackling. The rain on the ground gathered into small streams. There was standing water everywhere. There was no place to stay. Even the air was filled with water. The misty white water vapor will be eroded deeper by the rain every time you take a breath here.
However, the open space in front of the ancient house was already filled with evil ghosts shrouded in dense black gauze.
These are all assimilated ghosts, and they are fighting against the many ghosts coming out of the ghost forest. The two ghosts are like two rivers, colliding head-on, regardless of the top or bottom.
“Coming.”
There was a sound of breaking through the air in the ancient house.
A cracked spear was nailed to a fierce ghost. With a flick, the ghost flew out of the door from mid-air like garbage, knocked down several ghosts shrouded in black gauze, and fell to the ground. in water.
The killing pattern is triggered.
In an instant, densely packed strange arms held down the ghost, suppressing the ghost that had escaped from the old man's supernatural suppression and resumed action. The reflection of the ghost in the water was instantly eroded by countless black gauze reflections.
Shrouded in dense black gauze, wrapped layer by layer, only a strange arm was exposed, and it was assimilated into one of them in just a few seconds.
Liang Xingyang was also in action. He was wearing white mourning clothes and was not the target of the old man's supernatural suppression. He nailed a figure in black with coffin nails, dragged him out of the ancient house, pulled out the coffin nails, and threw them into the flowing water.
The number of ghosts shrouded in black veil is increasing like a snowball.
Two hours later.
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian stopped and almost cleared out the black figures in the courtyard of the ancient house.
The small number of ghosts left now are existences that cannot be nailed to the coffin.
For example, if a highly decomposed corpse is disposed of, another rotting corpse will appear. The source is not the rotting corpse.
A strange figure on the wall, this is a real shadow. The hidden ghost needs a medium to appear, and coffin nails cannot nail the shadow.
Another example is the illusory figure with its empty eyes covered with its hands. This figure seems to be made of light, and the coffin nails penetrate it, unable to touch the body of the ghost and unable to imprison it.
There is also a female corpse pulled by black silk threads. Her body posture is extremely weird, her limbs are swaying like a real puppet. Once she gets close, she will automatically attack a living person, and she will also dexterously avoid the thrown objects. Coffin nails.
In the lobby.
The old man's body sitting in the coffin became upright again, as if a lot of burden had been relieved and returned to its original state.
However, this state will disappear as time passes, and the old man will eventually die and lose his suppression power.
Time ran out again, and it came to 11:55 pm.
The serious and ferocious expression of the old man in the coffin disappeared strangely and became peaceful and kind. His stiff body also became soft at this moment, as if he had lost his supernatural support and collapsed into the coffin.
Liang Xingyang put the coffin lid back and said silently: "The danger has been shortened to five minutes, which is enough."
"It's only five minutes, no problem." Yang Jian said confidently, holding the cracking spear.
“Damn, it’s only five minutes away.”
Da Qiang was worried, with dark palm prints and finger marks appearing on his face, ready to use the power of the ghost at any time.
The eagle looked alert, raised the shotgun, and was alert to the surrounding situation.
Wang Feng holds a ghost dice and throws it out immediately when the opportunity arises.
Yang Xiaohua held the red balloon and quickly hid behind Yang Jian.
The moment the old man fell, the abnormality in the patio immediately broke out.
A strange figure took the lead and invaded very quickly along the wall.
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