Chapter 272 The gray road ahead
“Everyone has good food and drink, you don’t have to take care of me.”
Zhou Deng came to a pile of food and water, and without any courtesy, reached out and took it away Some food and water, and moved out of the room with a smile.
Liu Qingqing rolled her eyes. None of the food was brought by Zhou Deng himself. They were all supplies in the backpacks of the messengers.
"Eat it directly, while it is the safest time on the sixth day. The post office's mission has come to an end. There are still a lot of these things, and it is useless to keep them."
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Daqiang said something, took some food and water, and without staying any longer, walked to the corner of the room and handed the things to Wang Feng, who was huddled in the corner to rest.
More than half of Wang Feng’s face was rotten, and his physical condition was extremely poor. One of his arms was strangely broken, and his body was covered with corpse spots. He exuded a faint smell of corpse, just like the corpse in the morgue. Same.
The curse of the music box will preserve his consciousness, but it will not help him resist the attack of the evil ghost. Therefore, he suffered unimaginable destruction and torture on the fifth day of the ghost feast.
Yang Jian used ghost shadows to repair his body as much as possible, but some residual supernatural erosion caused serious damage to the body, and even ghost shadows could not erase these effects.
Even if Liang Xingyang used the spirit ghost to lift the curse of the music box, the dead body would still be unable to retain consciousness, and Wang Feng would not be able to survive.
"Eat a little."
Da Qiang placed the food and water next to Wang Feng.
Wang Feng shook his head, did not speak, and did not accept these things.
“You said, can Yang Jian really resurrect me?”
After a short period of calm, a flash of hysterical madness flashed in Wang Feng’s eyes, but his voice was full of hope for death. fear.
Daqiang looked at him quietly: "It's painful, right? After I became a ghost controller, I was tortured to death by the resurgence of ghosts every day, but I survived.
He opened his clothes and exposed what was underneath. The covered supernatural erosion is a series of old and new black-green handprints, as if someone slapped them in the internal organs. From the inside out, the injuries caused by the supernatural erosion cannot be cured by ordinary methods. It is conceivable that the pain caused by the black bruises must be extremely huge.
Wang Feng. His face was startled and his eyes became numb.
Da Qiang did not persuade him any more, letting Wang Feng think clearly
If Wang Feng couldn't figure it out and wanted to drag others to be buried with him before he died, he would kill him immediately.
With foreign aid like Liang Xingyang, the chance of surviving the seventh day is very high. After delivering this letter, he will be able to successfully climb to the fifth floor of the post office, and maybe one day he will be able to leave the post office.
Although the hope is so weak, if anyone wants to destroy it, he dares to fight this person desperately.
Everyone finished eating, drinking and tidying up, and then rested on the spot.
Even if you can't sleep, it's good to lean against the wall next to you and close your eyes to relax.
The old house is particularly quiet tonight.
Four from the left and three from the right.
There are only three rooms in the right corridor, but there are four rooms in the left corridor.
The darkness in the corridor receded, and the end of the corridor can now be seen. The ghost left the ancient house, revealing the original appearance of the corridors on both sides. Even the missing red room was replaced by an ordinary guest room.
In room three in the corridor on the right.
There were only two people, Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian.
The strong smell of blood filled the room, and there was a pool of blood on the floor.
A huge picture frame is being stuffed back into it.
Liang Xingyang's pupils were silvery and reflective. He pressed the frame with both hands and pressed the ghost painting back into the pool of blood. He said regretfully: "The mirror space cannot contain the ghost of the ghost painting. The replacement of the mirror ghost has failed."< br>
He tried to replace the ghost painting, but it triggered the memory killing mechanism. Even though the ghost painting and the ghost easily left the mirror space, the replacement failed.
Perhaps only by fusing ten mirror ghosts and mastering the ability of the ghost mirror to be imprisoned can it be possible to complete the replacement effortlessly.
Yang Jian thought for a while and then said: "It's a pity that I didn't bring the ghost necklace here, otherwise it shouldn't be a problem to change the body with the ghost's supernatural powers."
The problem they are facing now After the starving ghost eats the ghost paintings, he will still retain the appearance of the starving ghost Liang Xingyang.
Although it has the supernatural power of ghost paintings, if the appearance does not match, it may not meet the requirements for burial by relatives and friends, causing the body in the red coffin to resurrect.
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly but he did not speak. He first pressed the ghost painting back into the pool of blood and successfully imprisoned it. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then took the blood pool on the floor back to his body and let it flow.
After tidying up.
He then said: "The supernatural shape is not important. There are ways to change the image. All you need to do is waste a wish."
Yang Jian's face was startled, and he quickly reacted. : "It's really a waste, not to mention consuming two at once."
With the help of the wishing ghost's supernatural power, the shape of the body is changed, turning the appearance into the woman in the ghost painting, and at the same time harnessing the supernatural power of the ghost painting, It's like a real ghost-painted woman.
Become the woman in the ghost painting.
Liang Xingyang's face looked a little unnatural.
It’s just that when things come to an end, no one except him can control the supernatural powers of ghost paintings. This is a necessary sacrifice.
Time passes little by little.
One hour, two hours, four o'clock in the morning came quickly.
Something unusual happened in the ancient house.
Crunch.
The wooden door of the back hall was pushed open by someone or blown open by the wind. It made a huge noise in the silent ancient house.
This slight movement made everyone open their eyes.
The messengers' room opened, and Liu Qingqing, Yingying, Daqiang, Wang Feng, and Yang Xiaohua walked out.
The room of the ghost masters followed, and Zhou Deng and the seven ghost masters walked out of the room.
Yang Jian came to the corridor with a cracked spear in his hand, looked around at everyone, and said lightly: "The signal has appeared, it's time to lift the coffin for the funeral."
Zhou Deng came over and asked doubtfully: "Why didn't Liang Xingyang show up?"
Yang Jian's eyes flickered, but he did not speak, but went straight to the back hall.
He promised Liang Xingyang that he could not reveal the information about the woman in the ghost painting, and he was not good at lying, so he simply did not answer their questions.
The messengers and ghost controllers all looked puzzled. On the sixth day, Liang Xingyang was unexpectedly absent. This unexpected situation made their hearts sink.
A group of people came to the back hall.
“Get up.”
Yang Jian and Zhou Deng lifted the red coffin. Both of them are ghost masters, and their strength is not ordinary people.
They were mentally prepared that the red coffin would be difficult to lift, but to their surprise, the coffin was unexpectedly light.
It was so light that it seemed as if there was no body buried inside.
Crunch.
The wooden door of the back door rang again.
Yang Jiandao: "Let's go, don't waste time."
"Why don't you open the coffin and take a look. What if the body is stolen and something goes wrong?" Zhou Deng suggested.
"Who would steal a corpse without opening their eyes? I am here to deliver a message. The things I have done in the past few days are just to cater to the survival rules of the ancient house and stay safer for seven days. Once the corpse is removed from the coffin If you come out, everyone will probably be wiped out. Just leave it alone and bury it like this.”
Yang Jian rejected the proposal.
Zhou Deng rolled his eyes and gave up the idea of opening the coffin.
It was just a coincidence that he came here. He was not bound by the task of delivering a message. If something went wrong, he could sneak away at any time.
Funeral.
The red coffin was carried out of the back door and set foot on the yellow mud road to the open space in the middle of the ghost forest. A group of people followed the coffin in a mighty and mighty manner. Everyone was silent all the way and could only hear their own footsteps. The sound fell behind like a ghost.
Along the yellow mud road, we gradually entered the strange woods.
This forest seems to be foggy, and a cold breath is hovering around it, lingering. The winding road was dimly lit and eerie, revealing an unspeakable evil nature.
However, everyone found that the road ahead was gray.
In the dim sky, there is some kind of gray-white floc floating down. The line of sight is blocked and the road ahead cannot be seen clearly. The darkness permeating the ghost forest seems to have faded, leaving only gray in the world.
In the gray world, a vague figure walked out. Judging from the figure, it seemed to be a woman, as if she had been waiting for a long time. (End of chapter)