Chapter 269 Ways to Break the Situation
Yang Jian appeared in front of everyone in the form of a tall ghost for the first time. All the messengers in the lobby were stunned, some were stunned, and some had an indescribable creeping fear.
They placed all their hopes on Yang Jian, but Yang Jian’s true identity turned out to be a ghost!
The tall black figure with a bloody face looked like a three-dimensional existence. His blackened and stiff hands held a cracking spear, and a pair of scarlet ghost eyes emitted a faint red light, peeping at the people in the lobby. The coffin carries an inexplicable power.
The feeling is the same as Yang Jian before.
Yang Jian could not open his mouth or speak at this moment. His indifferent eyes were retracted from the coffin, and the ghostly figure re-entered the body.
The ghost feast began on the fifth day, and the three bowls of white rice needed blood as a medium to be eaten by the ghosts and help them offset the attacks of the ghosts.
Ghosts eat food.
In the lobby at this time.
After being dismembered by a hatchet, the illusory figure covering its eyes is actively resuscitating. Its upper body crawls back into the body, trying to retrieve the missing limbs and try to repair the puzzle.
The same goes for the female marionette corpse.
Only the ghost behind the severely decomposed corpse remained silent. Wang Feng was still playing supernatural games, using the rules of the game to constrain the ghost's actions.
The rules of the supernatural game are very simple. Use the ghost dice to compete for points. If the points are smaller than the ghost, the living person will be killed by the curse on the ghost dice. If the points are greater than the ghost, the ghost dice will make the ghost retreat a certain distance.
In a game of competing points.
Although the points cast by Wang Feng were not always higher than those of the ghost, the ringing curse of the music box blocked the curse of the ghost dice for him, allowing him to survive to this day.
Yang Jian walked up to everyone and took out two bowls of white rice. The golden spear scratched his palm, and the thick blood that flowed out directly stained half of the bowl of white rice. He then scooped it away and held it in his hand.
After the ghost ate the food, a grain of rice counteracted an attack by the ghost.
But as Yang Jian approached, Yingying and Daqiang's expressions immediately became nervous, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Yang Xiaohua asked tremblingly: "Yang Jian, are you a ghost?"
Yang Jian glanced coldly: "Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing. If you tell it... …”
Transforming into an alien is equivalent to a real ghost, and ghosts cannot be killed. If someone exposes the secret, the end will be very pitiful.
Yang Xiaohua shook her head repeatedly: "I didn't see anything."
Yingying, Wang Feng, and Daqiang also promised that they would never expose this secret.
Yang Jian actually didn't mind that the ghosts were exposed, so he didn't modify their memories. He said solemnly: "It's past twelve o'clock in the evening, and the fifth day is the ghost feast. It's just that something unexpected happened to Liang Xingyang , this day will become more dangerous. Eagle, Daqiang, and Yang Xiaohua each have half a bowl of rice, and the last bowl of rice should be kept in case of accidents. "
Others have no objection to this.
Wang Feng on the other side had an ugly face, his eyes flickered, and a look of dissatisfaction flashed across his face. However, considering that Yang Jian was a fierce ghost, he could only hold his words in his heart.
Wang Feng was cursed by the music box, no matter how shabby his body became. As long as the Ringing Curse doesn't break out, he won't die.
So Yang Jian very coldly excluded him from the quota on the issue of rice distribution.
One minute later.
The rotting corpse ghost came over again. The ghost dice was thrown out by him for an unknown number of times. The supernatural game was still going on.
Yang Jian's eyes were gloomy at this moment, and he raised his head and looked outside the room.
Because of Liang Xingyang’s silence.
The rain outside is gradually getting lighter.
In the open space at the door, a supernatural phenomenon appeared, and eight vague figures were gradually becoming clearer.
It seems that because of the deep rain ghosts dissipating, the eight figures hiding from reality relying on black paper umbrellas are being sent back to reality.
When the heavy rain stopped completely, the paper umbrellas lost their dependence on rainwater. Except for Zhou Deng, who had a human skin mask, the remaining seven people were tragically exposed to the ghost tide, and their chances of surviving were extremely low.
The assimilated black gauze ghosts are also out of control.
The dense black gauze fell off layer by layer.
The trapped Li Gui is struggling fiercely internally, as if he is trying to break free from the shackles of the black veil and get rid of the restrictions of assimilation.
After the source of the black gauze ghost and the vague and strange figure fell into a supernatural conflict, the source was restricted, and the derived supernatural powers also lost their effect.
If Liang Xingyang fails to wake up in time, the most terrifying scene in the ancient house will happen. Many evil ghosts will break free from the shackles of the black veil, change their camps, and participate in the ghost feast on the fifth day.
Just three bowls of rice are definitely not enough.
As the fifth day arrives.
"Bang, bang, bang."
A rapid knock on the door sounded. Everyone looked over, but could not see the person knocking on the door.
Dirty palm prints appeared strangely on the door of the ancient house. The ghosts in the ghost forest were pouring into the courtyard one after another without being blocked by the black ghost ghosts.
Except for the situation outside the ancient house.
The sound of creaking door openings was also heard from the corridors on both sides of the patio. Darkness poured out in the corridor, like a black mist spreading, ready to be released at any time.
Yang Jian came to Ji Shui holding the cracked spear.
There are still ripples on a pool of water, and the overlapping figures are still swaying.
Yang Jian's ghost eyes ignored the rippling water, locked onto the overlapping figures, and noticed something unusual.
The blurry and weird figure is gradually becoming clearer, giving it a three-dimensional feel. The eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and eyebrows slowly emerged. The shadowed face was exactly the same as Liang Xingyang. The outline of the body was reshaped, and it looked like a young man's figure.
It’s just that the young man’s eyes were closed and he seemed to be in a deep sleep.
“Once the time is restarted on a large scale, the date of the ancient house will definitely be disrupted. But we can’t control that much. If the ghost paintings of relatives and friends who bury the deceased do not appear on the sixth day, everyone will still have to finish the game.”< br>
“I just hope that Lao Liang can get out of trouble within half an hour of the Ghost Eye’s restart time limit. Otherwise, we can only force the restart and let the time go back to the fourth day to correct everything and still have hope of breaking the deadlock.”
Once the evil ghosts shrouded in black gauze outside the gate of the ancient house are out of trouble, the number of evil ghosts participating in the ghost banquet increases sharply. Three bowls of white rice can't last a day, and even Yang Jian can't guarantee that he can survive.
However, disrupting the date of the ancient house by restarting it will also lead to another dead end.
The scope of the restart will not affect the ghost forest outside the ancient house. The ghosts who came to attend the ghost banquet on the fifth day are not affected by the restart. They will definitely collide with the mourning ghosts who returned to the fourth day. A group of fierce ghosts gathered in the ancient house, and many people would die.
The only chance of survival lies in Liang Xingyang. If he can wake up in time and protect the rain ghosts and the assimilated black veil ghosts, it will be enough for the time to smoothly transition to the sixth day of the funeral.
Yang Jian was thinking crazily in his mind and found a way to break the situation.
The nine ghost eyes rotate restlessly, watching everything in reality.
Inside a dark and cold old house.
Black-clad figures crowded into the lobby one after another, crowding around, as if they wanted to engulf everyone here.
The ghost feast has begun.
I saw a cold arm sticking out from the right side of Yang Jian's back, and a shriveled head with a cold breath sticking out from the right side of Yang Jian's neck, as if growing together.
This fierce ghost pressed against Yang Jian's body and took a grain of rice from the bloody rice ball in his hand.
After Li Gui took away a grain of rice stained with blood, he immediately became invisible and disappeared, as if he was leaving.
The same is true for the messenger on the other side.
Yang Xiaohua was stiff all over, standing where she was and not daring to move at all.
At this time, she was gently held by the female marionette corpse. This posture is more appropriately described as leaning.
The pale and bloodless head of the female corpse was pressed against Yang Xiaohua's shoulder, and her pair of gloomy white dead eyes were still staring at Yang Xiaohua.
This marionette ghost focused on Yang Xiaohua on the fourth day, and some unknown killing pattern seemed to be being triggered all the time.
But Yang Xiaohua was holding a blue and white porcelain bowl with half a bowl of blood-stained rice in it.
The female marionette corpse stopped attacking, reached out and took away a grain of rice, and let her go. He left her body and disappeared into the dense crowd of black figures.
Yang Xiaohua’s face turned pale and she almost collapsed to the ground.
Eagle and Daqiang each held half a bowl of white rice, but the situation was not optimistic. Every grain of rice was taken away by the ghost, and the rice in the bowl was reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wang Feng on the other side was even more uncomfortable. There were patches of corpse all over his body, traces of rot on his cheeks, and his body was becoming stiff, as if he had become a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
A powerful ghost broke through the protection of the supernatural game and attacked him, but the curse of the music box preserved his consciousness and prevented him from actually turning into a corpse.
The next moment.
Wang Feng once again noticed something strange in his body. He retched and took out a handful of black hair from his throat. Then his throat was stretched wide and a strange doll was spit out by him. The doll was laughing. She hugged his belly with a smile, as if she didn't want to leave.
The ghost dice is still spinning, and there are still evil ghosts participating in the game.
But the strangeness on Wang Feng is not over yet. There are other ghosts bypassing the protection of the supernatural game and attacking his body.
As soon as the curse of the music box ends, he will die suddenly.
Yang Jian stared at the golden watch on his wrist with serious eyes. Twenty minutes had passed.
Including the last five minutes of the previous day, there was only five minutes left for Liang Xingyang to get out of trouble. Otherwise, Yang Jian really has to open the red coffin, control Zhang Dong's body, restart and go back half an hour, and correct everything.
Time passed by minute by minute.
The ripples in the stagnant water gradually calmed down, and a clear reflection appeared in the stagnant water, which was both illusion and reality, as if it did not exist.
Yes, it’s a reflection!
The dark figures faded away from the rich black, and changed from overlapping fuzzy and strange figures to clear reflections in the water.
Layers of black gauze appeared on the reflection's body, and the dense black gauze enveloped the body, and the supernatural conflict ended quietly.
Liang Xingyang's tightly closed eyes opened without warning.
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