Chapter 281 A Bowl of Blood Deal
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed: "There is no way to suppress the ability of the ghost."
The ghost shadow controls the ghost hand by splicing its limbs.
The ghost hand itself has no suppression ability. Only after covering the ghost with countless derivative palms can it have the ability to suppress the movement of the ghost.
The ability to suppress a ghost comes from the diamond-shaped brand, but he did not expect that with the help of the spirit ghost and the ghost coffin, he could steal the ghost's unbreakable suppression ability. This idea was too incredible.
Although it is just an unsolvable suppression quota.
“By restarting the collision to make the wishing ghost crash, there is no need to steal wishes to produce wish stickers in the future, which just frees up the ghost coffin.”
Yang Jian’s expression moved and said: “However, Huanggang Village and The ghost coffin is integrated, and we steal the ghost coffin's supernatural power, which is equivalent to breaking up the puzzle of ghosts and weakening the horror of ghosts. Even if ghosts complete the puzzle in the future, The ability to restart infinitely will also be affected. If you replace Guizha in the future, it will be equivalent to weakening the strength." Liang Xingyang thought for a while and expressed his thoughts: "The infinite restart of Guizha is too unsolvable. There is not enough mirror space for the Mirror Ghost to be imprisoned, so it is better to get the proceeds now."
There is another sentence he did not say.
That is, in the future, after he fuses ten mirror ghosts, he transforms into a ghost mirror. The mirror space has unlimited detention. At this time, replacing the full version of ghost ghosts should not be a problem.
But that is the future. The plan to fuse ten mirror ghosts is very dangerous. Even if there is a plan provided by human skin paper, it cannot be attempted easily.
If you don’t gamble, you won’t lose.
He has become a top ghost controller, and there is no need to risk his life for it. Unless it is a last resort, he will not fuse with the ninth mirror ghost, which will intensify the erosion of the ghost's instinct.
Because of this.
He just wanted to steal Gui Cha's supernatural powers to strengthen Gui Xin's abilities and better deal with external threats.
Yang Jian’s eyes moved slightly and he didn’t say anything more.
The two came to safe house No. 1, which was climbed up the stairs to the second floor.
Liang Xingyang reached out and pushed open the heavy golden door and walked in first, followed closely by Yang Jian.
As soon as I entered, I immediately found that it was filled with a cold atmosphere, giving people an indescribable chill.
The room is full of dangerous supernatural objects.
For example, a black coffin, a ghost cupboard, a ghost mirror, a broken knife stained with blood, and a scarlet tumbler.
A wisp of scarlet blood flowed out from Liang Xingyang's fingers, and an old spiritual tablet next to the portrait was taken out by Liang Xingyang.
“There is no need for the ghost of the deceased to avoid uncertain factors.”
Liang Xingyang used his hands stained with ghost blood to remove the portrait from the spiritual throne and threw it back into the ghost blood to be imprisoned. stand up.
"I'll do it first."
Yang Jian came over, stretched out his blackened stiff hand, and took the blood-reduced spiritual tablet.
This old wooden spiritual tablet exudes a cold aura that is not like a living person all the time. It is recovering after losing the suppression of ghost blood.
But soon.
The ink-like black shadow flows onto the spiritual tablet, completely covering it, and the suppression of the ghost shadow is taking effect.
A strange splicing begins.
Yang Jian is using the ghost shadow to forcibly control the spirit ghost, and splice the spirit ghost onto his right arm.
Incredible.
Under the supernatural influence of the ghost, the spiritual position is truly integrated into the flesh and blood.
Some kind of cold aura belonging to a spirit ghost that did not look like a living person began to spread out from his arms.
Yang Jian soon discovered that the right arm had become strangely stiff, with some foreign matter filling the flesh and blood. The arm was deteriorating and necrotic, and a vague bruise in the shape of a spiritual position appeared vaguely.
"This kind of control is short-lived. Unless the spiritual position is really turned into one of the supernatural puzzle pieces of ghost shadow, it can only be suppressed forever." Yang Jian's eyes were condensed, and his eyes were staring sharply like an eagle. arm.
Once the suppression of the ghost shadow no longer exists, the spirit position will become the guest, and consciousness will invade, compete for this body, and even pose a threat to Yang Jian.
"Bang."
A slight sound.
Liang Xingyang pushed open the lid of the black coffin, revealing an ordinary coffin space. However, the silver pupils showed reality. It was not a coffin, but a bottomless darkness, reflecting the darkness of a coffin shape. .
The coffin is just a carrier, even if the coffin board is lost, the real ghost coffin will not disappear.
Yang Jian walked over and got into the coffin without any hesitation.
Liang Xingyang lifted the coffin lid again with tacit understanding. With a bang, the coffin lid fell down, fitting tightly and restoring its original shape.
In the original work, in order to get rid of the ringing curse of the music box, Yang Jian exchanged consciousness with Guo Fan and transferred his consciousness to the photos taken by the ghost camera, allowing Guo Fan's consciousness to settle in his body and inherit the curse of the music box.
However, no one knew at that time that Guo Fan had been controlled by the spirit ghost. Guo Fan died after inheriting the curse, and in the end, the spirit ghost got Yang Jian's body.
The spirit ghost lies in the ghost coffin, and as one of the puzzle pieces of the ghost difference, the ghost hand suppresses a ghost's position and is nurtured by the ghost coffin, completing the puzzle and gaining the characteristic of unsolvable suppression.
Therefore, there is a high probability of success through complementary puzzle pieces and controlling the spirit ghost to steal the supernatural power of the ghost coffin.
After Yang Jian lay in the coffin.
"I opened the locked door in the old house. Now it's my turn to make a request. I want to trade your next condition: ask me for a bowl of blood." Liang Xingyang did not continue to pay attention to the ghost coffin, but After taking out a pen and paper and reading these words, he stuffed the note into the hollow hole in the ghost cupboard.
Something in the dark cupboard seemed to grab his note and put it in at once.
Two minutes passed.
The note sent in seemed to have been swallowed by this weird cupboard and was not sent back. You have no information to give, and there is no news of the transaction.
Liang Xingyang stood there expressionless, waiting for the transaction to be completed.
Another two minutes passed.
At this moment, the upper and lower cabinet doors of the ghost cupboard suddenly opened, revealing the darkness inside, and a strange and cold atmosphere filled the air from inside.
Soon, the wooden board of the cupboard was strangely bleeding out, strands of thick, scarlet blood, as if conscious blood was spreading and squirming, and everywhere was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
“The ghost cabinet has the ability to trade everything. It is powerful and is also bound by the rules of forced trading. As long as I complete the conditions and make a request that is not excessive, you must satisfy me without any change. "
Liang Xingyang sneered, knowing very well that there was a supernatural conflict going on in the ghost closet.
A ghost with wisdom tries to struggle out of the limitations of its own rules. Without the help of other supernatural beings, it is undoubtedly a dream by itself.
Just like prediction, if there are no unexpected factors, everything will go on smoothly.
Waited for another five minutes.
The ghost closet no longer oozes blood. Instead, the thick blood spreading outside squirms and slowly returns to the ghost closet.
“Bang.”
Ghost The upper cupboard door was slammed shut, and in the lower cupboard door that was opened, a blood-stained note was placed somewhere at some point.
Liang Xingyang looked calm and picked up the note.
A line of twisted black writing appeared below his request: Give me a bowl of blood.
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