Chapter 275 The Recipient Appears
On the seventh day, there was no movement all day long, until at exactly twelve o'clock in the evening, the wooden door of the back hall of the ancient house was pushed by someone unknown, making a creaking sound.
Next.
The wooden door creaked again, as if someone walked in and then closed the wooden door.
In a dark room in the corridor.
"Finally here."
Yang Jian, who was lying on the old wooden bed with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the golden spear beside him, quickly jumped off the wooden bed, opened the door and walked out Room.
The information was correct, and on the eighth day, the recipient appeared.
Liang Xingyang is standing in the corridor, with several ghost masters beside him, waiting for the people in the corridor on the right to gather together and go to the lobby.
There were also people coming out of the left corridor one after another and joining the team.
In less than a minute, everyone quickly arrived in the lobby.
Zhou Deng came out of the back hall, touched his head and said, "I checked, there is no one in the back hall."
Suddenly.
A heavy footsteps came from the back hall, as if someone was wandering. This person was not walking very fast.
There was the sound of footsteps coming from the empty back hall, which was creepy.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "It's not that there is no one, it's an invisible person! He is the recipient of the letter and will not stay for too long."
Yang Xiaohua asked doubtfully: "If you can't see it, how can we do it? Send the letter out.”
“These chairs can stop this invisible person, four black Taishi chairs, placed front to back and left to right. If it is correct, this invisible person can be trapped in the middle."
Liang Xingyang put his hand on the back of the Taishi chair and continued: "Since the person is already here, let's judge. Leave him alone and act.”
He took away a chair, and Yang Jian also took one. Zhou Deng snatched one of the remaining two chairs, and the last chair was taken by Daqiang.
Each of them moved a chair into the back hall and moved it gently in various directions.
After a short listening session.
"Bang."
The invisible recipient was quickly blocked by four chairs. However, the black Taishi chair in Daqiang's hand was directly knocked away by a huge force, and he fell down. Fall to the ground.
The invisible recipient broke through the weakest point and successfully escaped.
The door from the back hall to the lobby was pushed open, and heavy footsteps walked into the lobby, followed by another wave of wandering.
Liang Xingyang and Zhou Deng hurriedly caught up.
"Daqiang, please be careful. If you let this person leave the ancient house, this letter delivery mission will fail." Yang Jian reminded him, moving a chair to catch up.
Da Qiang gritted his teeth and said: "I know, there will be no next time."
Next time he plans to use supernatural power to speed up the recovery of the ghost and retain the recipient.
This is the last day. Everyone has worked hard for so long and is just the last step.
As long as the red letter in Yang Jian's hand is sent out, relying on the black letter paper, they can use the post office road to leave the ancient house.
If the letter delivery mission failed because of him alone, he would not forgive himself.
In the lobby.
No one dared to move, for fear of attracting the attention of the invisible recipient and causing something bad to happen.
The footsteps didn't linger in the lobby for long, and went straight to the patio.
Liu Qingqing pointed to the patio and said hurriedly: "The recipient of the letter is leaving the lobby and will soon reach the patio. Stop him quickly."
She didn't need to say more, the four of them were already there When I came to the patio, I ran up lightly.
The footsteps require a quiet environment to clearly locate the location. No one in the lobby who has not received the black Taishi chair dares to disturb this final action.
“Crunch.”
Zhou Deng quickly carried the chair and rushed to the aisle. As soon as he blocked the way, he was hit by an invisible force. The chair rubbed on the ground. Zhou Deng, who was behind the chair and had no time to react, was pushed away. meters away.
"Come quickly." Zhou Deng roared and finally stabilized his chair.
Others hurriedly moved their chairs back to block the gap.
Place a chair on the front, back, left and right, leaving a space in the middle.
"Successful?" Liang Xingyang didn't quite believe it.
Although the placement was successful, none of the four chairs showed signs of being pushed or shaken.
Will the trapped people make any noise?
Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "Look at the surrounding situation. According to the pattern of footsteps, the recipient will not stay in one place for too long, and traces will soon be exposed. If there are still footsteps, That means we failed.”
After a short wait, a heavy footstep appeared again.
The invisible recipient left the patio and headed towards the corridor on the right.
Four on the left and three on the right.
The supernatural power in the ancient house has completely subsided. It is no longer impossible to see the end at a glance. From the corridor on the right, there are only three rooms.
Crunch.
The second door was pushed open, and an invisible person walked in and closed the door behind him.
"Damn, block the door this time and see how you can still run away." Zhou Deng gritted his teeth and chased after him, blocking the door with a chair, as if he was annoyed at being teased.
The three of them looked at each other and quickly followed, placing the chairs on the left and right sides.
As long as the person in the room pushes the door and walks out, he will inevitably hit a chair, unless the recipient walks into the door again and hides and cannot come out, but this is not in line with the rules of action.
Yang Jian said: "Wait for a while, the results will appear soon."
Others did not speak.
Liang Xingyang looked at the door, thoughtfully.
The second room is where the red room is, but after Zhang Youhong entered, this room disappeared.
The old man returned to his soul to ensure that Zhang Youhong completed his resurrection?
While he was thinking, the door of the room in front of him opened from the inside.
The chair blocking the door seemed to have hit an invisible corpse, began to shake violently, and retreated backwards.
Zhou Deng felt a huge push and was almost knocked over again. He gritted his teeth and pushed hard against the chair. Daqiang next to him also rushed up to help and quickly stopped his retreat.
Yang Jian found that the chair had been pushed some distance away. With only three chairs, it was impossible to perfectly block the recipient, so he shouted to Zhou Deng: "There is a small gap, you guys push it back quickly."
"I tried, but I can't push it up."
Zhou Deng was straining his hands and his face was turning red. The invisible recipient obviously had no body, but he couldn't push it up.
The black Taishi chair can only block the recipient of the letter, but cannot push the recipient away. Perhaps it is because the spiritual strength of the two parties is not at the same level at all.
"If you can't push it up, make some distance and block the door with a chair." After Liang Xingyang finished speaking quickly, he looked at Liu Qingqing.
Liu Qingqing didn't hesitate and directly carried Daqiang's chair, always ready to block the door.
Zhou Deng and Daqiang were slowly moving out of position. After some tossing, four chairs finally succeeded in blocking the invisible recipient.
"Successful." Zhou Deng grinned.
The shaking of the chair has not stopped, and the trapped person is pacing in place, trying to get out in one direction, but fails.
The heavy footsteps were left in this small place.
It probably lasted nearly half an hour.
The Taishi's chair stopped shaking. The people inside seemed to have tried their best to escape, and finally chose to give up.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he took out the red letter, sat on the chair, and waited quietly for the recipient to show up.
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