Chapter 276 Leaving the Ancient House
According to the information given by Liang Xingyang, all the black Taishi chairs are connected. As long as you sit on them, you can meet the recipient and have the opportunity to send the letter from the post office.
Ten minutes later.
"How is it, have you seen it?" Liu Qingqing asked anxiously.
Suddenly.
There was a sigh from the empty place, as if sighing, and there was an inexplicable melancholy in it.
Liang Xingyang suddenly noticed some slight noises coming from the chair in front of him, as if someone had sat on it, and it suddenly became extremely heavy.
As his eyes moved, Yang Jian seemed to see something. He froze, and then handed over the letter in his hand.
Everyone saw it. After the red envelope left Yang Jian's hand, it mysteriously disappeared from sight, as if it had been taken away by someone invisible.
"It was a near miss, but it was finally successful." Liu Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Not only her, but all the other four messengers also felt like they were surviving a disaster.
“It’s over, it’s too soon.” Zhou Deng looked at the messenger’s performance and said with some disappointment.
The words just fell.
A wrinkled corpse of an old man emerged from the black chair. The old man's body was skinny and covered with body spots, with a rotten corpse smell, and he was holding a red letter in his hand.
The red letter seemed to have been oxidized, losing its bright color and becoming a bit old.
The old man's corpse sat stiffly on the Grand Master's chair with his eyes open. The next second, his eyes moved slightly, as if he noticed the people surrounding him.
"What's going on? Why did the old man who was buried just the day before suddenly appear?" Zhou Deng looked horrified. He took out the human skin mask and was ready to put it on at any time.
Could it be that the red coffin could no longer trap the old man? After the evil ghost revived on the seventh day, the old man climbed out of the coffin and returned to the ancient house.
Everyone looked horrified and subconsciously stepped back, not daring to get close to the old man.
A trace of hesitation flashed in Liang Xingyang's eyes, and then he made up his mind.
A rusty coffin nail appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he drove it into the back of the old man who had just appeared.
This sudden scene left everyone unable to react. The attack was too short.
Soon they were all shocked. In a blink of their eyes, the coffin nails had penetrated the old man's body.
"Successful?"
Liang Xingyang's heart was pounding. A nervous emotion that had not appeared for a long time resurfaced today, making his head feel dizzy.
The old man's eyes stopped moving, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, but his eyelids were not closed. His empty and numb eyes seemed to be telling the pain of his life, giving people a strange feeling of never resting in peace.
Yang Jian took a slight breath, but he didn't expect that Liang Xingyang would really take action.
Ghost eyes are warning, some dangerous signals are around you. The ghost eye sensed a huge threat in this old man and couldn't help but want to close it, not daring to spy on the old man's appearance.
This strong sense of crisis is higher than that of Mr. Qin at the headquarters.
However, after the coffin nails restrained the corpse, the warning from the ghost eyes did not diminish at all, just like the evil ghost would escape from the constraints of the coffin nails.
"Everyone go to the patio immediately and use red balloons to evacuate."
Liang Xingyang said this nervously with a trace of cold sweat on his forehead, then turned around and left without hesitation, preferring to give up the nail in his coffin.
In his sight, although the coffin nails successfully pierced through the clothes and nailed Zhang Dong's back, the pieces of rust on the surface of the nails continued to fall off, and the nails were still being expelled from the body little by little.
Zhang Dong’s erasure of supernatural beings is so terrifying.
The coffin nails seem to have lost their supernatural power and are gradually becoming ordinary.
failed.
Now there is a supernatural confrontation going on among the corpses. It is obvious that Zhang Dong’s supernatural powers have the upper hand, and the nails in the coffin will be successfully pushed out soon.
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he immediately stood up from the chair. Without stopping, he quickly grabbed Yang Xiaohua and left.
The mission of delivering the message has been completed. All the messengers dare not stay and want to leave here alive.
At the patio.
Eagle had already prepared the black letter paper. After knowing that Yang Jian had successfully delivered the letter, he immediately lit the rolled letter paper in his hand.
The black letter paper is like a black incense burning. A burst of smoke floats together, and a twisted and winding path immediately emerges.
At the end of the winding road, an old building stands, with the words Ghost Post Office written on a plaque surrounded by flashing neon lights.
"The road has appeared, let's go quickly." Liu Qingqing, the eagle, was overjoyed, with excitement on his face, and he stepped on the road without hesitation and ran forward.
Liang Xingyang threw a mirror to Daqiang: "Take them with you and break the mirror to let them out."
Daqiang quickly caught the mirror, turned around and took a quick look. He didn't find Wang Feng's figure, so he ignored it and ran forward.
"What road? Why didn't I see it?"
Zhou Deng looked around, watching the three people's bodies gradually blur and disappear, and asked anxiously.
The black letter paper burned very slowly after being rolled up, and the thick black smoke still showed a winding path that did not dissipate.
Only the messenger can observe the road to the post office, Zhou Deng and the others cannot see the road in front of them at all.
Yang Jian stared at the seven ghost controllers who were equally confused, and walked straight towards Yang Xiaohua: "Give me the balloon, and you follow them back to the post office."
"Yang Jian, thank you."< br>
Yang Xiaohua looked excited, her eyes filled with tears of excitement, and she expressed her gratitude again and again.
She handed the red balloon string to Yang Jian and hurried up the path of the post office, her body blurring and disappearing.
An ordinary person without any supernatural means mingled with the ghost controllers, persisted for seven days, and actually evacuated the ancient house alive.
Yang Jian held the string of the balloon in his hand, or that piece of silk thread actively wrapped around his arm, as if it merged into one and grew directly into it.
A weak suppression was taking effect, leading Yang Jian to fly up.
The other side.
Liang Xingyang grabbed it out of thin air, and a small mirror appeared in his hand strangely. After opening up a mirror space, he said: "There are too many of you. The red balloon is not convenient for carrying so many people. Come in, I will I will lead you away.”
The blurry white ghosts spread out, quickly covering the courtyard, and then they could not extend out.
A kind of darkness rose outside the ancient house, and the ancient house was gradually filled with a force that suppressed the supernatural. There was no movement outside, and it was like a deathly silence.
The old man's ghost revived, and the suppression of the coffin nails was coming. Invalid.
This process took less than three minutes. The old man's powerful supernatural power arrived belatedly and began to block the entire ancient house.
"Bang bang."
There were two sounds in the corridor, which were the sounds of the Taishi chair being knocked down. This indicated that the old man was probably freed from the constraints of the coffin nails and was getting out of trouble.
At this time, Yang Jian was holding the red balloon. The red balloon was rising into the sky, and its suppression effect was gradually increasing. When it reached a certain height, it would probably be able to put the ghost to sleep.
The old man recovered completely and there was not much time left for them.
The seven ghost masters did not have much choice. They all entered the mirror space, but Zhou Deng did not choose to enter.
As of now, there are only three of them left in the patio, and Wang Feng is missing.
Yang Jian's feet were three feet off the ground, and he was carried by the red balloon, flying towards the sky above the patio, shouting: "Hurry and catch me."
Liang Xingyang put the mirror away close to his body. His figure flickered, disappeared out of thin air, and moved ghostly. When he reappeared, he grabbed Yang Jian's left arm.
Zhou Deng froze on the spot and did not move. He looked towards the corridor and suddenly reached out and slapped himself. He secretly cursed himself for not being able to distinguish the situation and actually thinking about Liang Xingyang's coffin nails.
He took off and jumped directly to a height of more than one meter. He grabbed Yang Jian's right hand and was carried up into the sky by the red balloon.
The red balloon bears a very heavy weight, so it lifts off very slowly, but after a while, no one knows where it will float to.
A few minutes passed.
The darkness outside the walls of the ancient house became thicker and thicker, as if it was really about to invade and cover the inside.
In the dark and silent corridor, a figure sprang out from the corner, running like crazy, running towards the patio very quickly, it was Wang Feng.
The next second, a burst of heavy footsteps sounded.
A terrifying figure followed Wang Feng, walking towards this side, and kept getting closer. It was the old man.
“Bring this with you.” Wang Feng’s face was distorted and full of unwillingness, and he threw out the thing he was holding tightly in his hand, “Don’t forget to resurrect me, you must remember.”
A parabola.
The balloon is still in the air.
Liang Xingyang’s eyes flickered and he caught the thing thrown by Wang Feng, which was a coffin nail that had lost most of its rust.
Wang Feng finally had to compromise and put all his hopes on others.
At this moment.
Yang Jian suddenly said: "Wang Feng is dead, and the curse of the music box did not preserve his consciousness."
The ghost shadow is the carrier of the music box, and the weird ringtone returned to the ghost shadow, but still Under the supernatural influence of the old man.
This music becomes a little fuzzy and intermittent, and it seems to take some time to return to a fully revived state.
As for Wang Feng, because he was blocking the old man's path, he disappeared silently after being approached by a fierce ghost.
As an ordinary person, he could not resist such a terrifying attack that could erase even the supernatural, leaving no trace on his body.
Even the curse on the music box suffered. If Wang Feng's consciousness hadn't been wiped out first, giving the ring curse some time to transfer back to the ghost, it would have been wiped out and turned into a dead state by now.
After the old man's body walked out of the corridor, he stood on the patio, raised his hand and waved to the three people who were flying into the air.
It's like saying goodbye.
In fact, this is the most terrifying attack, which can erase all supernatural beings.
The white mourning clothes on Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian quickly oxidized, became mottled, shattered into pieces of rags, and then dimmed and disappeared.
The human skin mask on Zhou Deng's face changed. His face appeared strangely distorted, shouting silently, and then quickly returned to an expressionless look, as if he had completely fallen into a state of death.
The hands covered with wrinkles and spots were still shaking.
Don't want to let them go.
Liang Xingyang's eyes narrowed, and he immediately revealed his true nature, resisting the old man's erasure for his body.
A tall, ethereal shadow covered the body, and the shiny silver body suddenly clicked and burst into a long crack.
Yang Jian was holding the red balloon, and the dark shadow on his body was shaking and fading, and the black shadow quickly dimmed.
The dark brown human skin mask on Zhou Deng's face gradually became transparent, and it looked like he was struggling, almost unable to withstand such an attack for Zhou Deng.
Just when everyone couldn’t hold it any longer.
The supernatural power of erasure disappeared.
The red balloon finally flew out of the eaves and left the ancient house. This distance was beyond the scope of the old man's supernatural influence. (End of chapter)