Chapter 270 Slow down the consumption
“It is now twelve twenty-two in the evening.”
“There is not much time left for me. It takes time for the ghost to control Zhang Dong’s body to adapt to the supernatural. "There are three minutes left, it's time for me to open the coffin."
Yang Jian's face was solemn, and he didn't even look at the rapidly dwindling rice in his hand, watching the time on his watch restlessly.
He walked quickly to the red coffin and was about to open the coffin lid.
The coffin cannot be opened on the fifth day, otherwise the ghosts who come to participate in the ghost feast will disturb the deceased. Once the corpse is invaded by other ghosts, it will cause the corpse to revive prematurely.
But Yang Jian had no choice. Just when he opened the coffin lid, a sudden voice sounded from behind him: "Wait a minute, it's best not to open the coffin, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted."
A violent gust of wind suddenly blew around, and a young figure holding a black paper umbrella appeared next to the coffin and quickly closed the slight gap in the coffin lid.
The strength in Yang Jian's hand relaxed, and in the sight of Ghost Eyes, figures in black stared at him strangely, as if waiting for the red coffin lid to open so that they could rush in to fight for it. The old man's body.
However, the coffin lid just opened a small gap and then closed tightly again. The red coffin was not opened after all.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "You are finally out of trouble. I thought you were really going to die."
Liang Xingyang smiled and said: "That figure has the ability to swallow other shadows. Although I took the lead, Let the starving ghost's devouring and digestion take over . But after turning into a shadow, I was affected by the evil ghost. Fortunately, the shadow swallowed the shadow, and under some supernatural influence, I managed to control the ghost."
After hearing this, Yang Jian looked a little surprised. But it's not too surprising. Once two ghosts are entangled too deeply, it will only end with one party controlling the other, and there will be no other choice.
It's like the ghost shadow took over the ghost newspaper and became the carrier of the music box ringtone curse.
In other words, the ghost that can turn people into shadows finally became one of the mirror ghost's supernatural puzzle pieces.
After controlling the ghost, Liang Xingyang could naturally reverse the situation of being shadowed and return to reality from the projection state.
However, there were no human figures on the surrounding walls. Perhaps because the power of the projection ghost was not used, no supernatural phenomena occurred.
"Fortunately you returned in time, otherwise I would have planned to reverse time and bring you back. I alone cannot handle such a large number of ghosts in the ancient house." Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next moment.
Yang Jian felt a cold breath close to the back of his head. Something quickly reached out and took away a grain of rice in his hand.
At the same time, a twisted arm wrapped around tree roots was approaching Liang Xingyang, which seemed to trigger some kind of terrifying killing pattern, and an invisible evil ghost was about to attack.
However, rainwater leaked from the tiles high in the lobby of the ancient house, and sparsely dripped on the black paper umbrella. The black umbrella covered the area, which isolated the contact with the ghosts and ghosts, ensuring that Liang Xingyang's safety.
Now is not the time for two people to chat.
More and more figures in black clothes poured into the ancient house from outside. There was a power of the dam collapsing and the flood roaring. A large number of evil ghosts rushed into the ancient house like a wave.
Liang Xingyang frowned, glanced at the ghost outside the gate that was weakened to the drizzle, and immediately resumed the ghost's supernatural power.
In the sky outside the ancient house, a thick and thick haze spread rapidly, blocking every inch of the sky. Thin dark clouds began to gather, strangely showing a strange blue-black color, giving people the illusion of bruises and squirming.
A cool, damp wind carrying a strong smell of corpses suddenly blew up, as if it was some kind of signal, and a torrential rain fell instantly.
Layer upon layer of black veil reappeared, gradually becoming denser, once again covering the evil ghosts who were trying to escape.
Despite this, during his half hour of silence, more than half of the assimilated black-shaded ghosts managed to escape and joined the ghost feast.
The rice in Yang Jian's hand was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. This consumption rate made his heart sink and he had a bad feeling.
Needless to say, Eagle, Daqiang, and Yang Xiaohua are probably in the same situation.
Obviously, three bowls of rice cannot survive the day.
The black paper umbrella can isolate the contact of the evil spirits, but it can perfectly solve the problem of insufficient rice.
However, Liang Xingyang walked around holding a black paper umbrella and looked at the water seepage above the roof of the ancient house.
The blue-black rainwater is eroding, the tiles are cracking, the gaps between them are widening, and more and more rainwater is seeping out.
If the erosion of rainwater increases, a big hole will inevitably collapse in the roof of this ancient house in a whole day, which may lead to the collapse of the entire ancient house.
If some balance of the ancient house is affected or something dangerous happens, the gain will outweigh the loss.
In order to slow down the consumption of rice, Yang Jian superimposed five ghost eyes and enveloped the four messengers with five layers of ghosts to isolate everyone from the ghosts.
The decline of rice is slowing down significantly.
After all, the five layers of ghosts can isolate most of the evil ghosts. Only occasionally a few evil ghosts can invade and take away a grain of rice from their hands.
However, this method can only solve a temporary emergency.
Yang Jian has used the hatchet twice, and Ghost Hand lacks two suppression quotas. Using the supernatural power of Ghost Eye for a long time will speed up the recovery of the tenth eye.
Liang Xingyang stared at the scarlet light emitting from the ghost's eyes, his expression thoughtful, and he thought of some connection in his mind.
He lowered his head slightly, a few strands of scarlet blood flowed from his fingers, and a pool of ghost blood soon appeared in the palm of his hand.
A red street lamp was reflected in the ghost blood. Under the street lamp was a body that was torn apart and bloody, as if it had been in a major car accident.
The corpse was wandering within the red light of the street lamp, turning over and jumping in an attempt to escape the shackles of the ghost blood, but failed.
Ghost blood is like a firm shackle, trapping the evil ghosts imprisoned inside.
This is the slow-motion ghost he imprisoned at the crossroads in order to rescue Yang Xiao in the huge oil painting world of the ghost post office.
This ghost, codenamed Slow Motion, consists of a torn corpse and a street lamp with a faint red light. It is a ghost that complements the puzzle.
Liang Xingyang thought for a moment and swallowed the ghost blood in his palm.
In addition to the ghost wind, the black gauze ghost, and the rain ghost, the rain medium showed four ghosts, and this was the fifth one he digested.
The sixth ghost.
This slow-motion ghost occupied two places for the starving ghost to digest.
The starving ghost is being digested and forced into its own puzzle.
Liang Xingyang used the supernatural power of slow motion, and a rusty street lamp appeared strangely out of thin air behind him, with a faint red light shining on it.
The red light spread at an incredible speed, easily covering the entire lobby and then reaching the patio. However, due to a screen wall blocking it, it did not affect the outside of the door.
This area will suppress ghosts and slow down all movements.
The black-clothed figure wandering in the lobby suddenly stopped. The air seemed to become extremely thick, and his movements became extremely slow. It became extremely difficult to make the next move.
However, there are also some very scary ghosts who are quickly getting rid of this state and resisting the influence of red street lights.
Beyond that.
The red light of the street lamp is also invading Yang Jian's five-level ghost ghosts, and the supernatural power that wants to slow down everything is shrouded in the five people in the ghost ghosts.
Stop at the red light.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, analyzing the supernatural characteristics of this red light: "The weird red light slowed down every movement, but the supernatural power was not suppressed by the street lights. By slowing down the ghost feast, the ghosts The method of attack seems to be very effective to slow down the consumption of rice.”
After everything in the range of the street lamp was slowed down, the rice on their hands basically did not decrease.
The red light flashed away.
It was extremely difficult for Yang Jian to remove the ghost and move his head, but the nine ghost eyes watched everything and provided him with a lot of vision.
He saw Liang Xingyang standing quietly under the street lamp, so he did not use the six-layer ghost to break away from the red light of the street lamp.
Time is passing little by little, and the rice is slowly decreasing, but this consumption rate is very optimistic, and there is a chance that they can survive until the sixth day.
Just like that, twelve o'clock arrived, and the ancient house entered its sixth day.
The ghost feast is over and the funeral officially begins. (End of chapter)