Chapter 296: Splicing everything together
"That guy Zhang Xianguang is willing to join Dachang City and become your teammate?" Liang Wensong said in disbelief.
Liang Xingyang nodded and said: "So the crisis has been resolved. You should make the route to the post office as soon as possible so that we can enter and exit the post office at any time."
"Don't worry, I will do it in advance. The envelopes are ready."
Liang Wensong walked to a cabinet, rummaged through it, found two yellow envelopes, and gave them out.
One was written "Liang Xingyang" and the other was written "Yang Jian".
When the recipient receives the letter from the post office, it will be contaminated by the curse of the post office.
If you need to call the post office, you only need to open the envelope.
At this moment.
Yang Jian, who was sleeping on the recliner, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the ghost dream world.
With Yang Xiao's help, the process of identifying the owner went very smoothly. He established contact with the vicious dog and became Guimeng's new owner.
After Yang Jian woke up, he got his own envelope.
"Do you have any clues about how to control Luo Wensong's puzzle? Do you need our help?" Liang Xingyang asked.
Liang Wensong said: "We already have an idea. According to my speculation, to inherit Luo Wensong's puzzle, you must first control that black gown."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "Why do you think you must Controlling a black gown? The knocker is wearing a black gown, and the door-opener is also wearing a black gown. Which one are you talking about? "
Liang Wensong answered: "No, the source of the black gown is hidden in Room 601 on the sixth floor. My guess comes from the ghost newspaper! The newspaper ghost and the ghost newspaper complemented each other supernaturally, forming a sky full of red paper ghosts, and at the same time, the red paper ghosts were derived. Paper can also return to the blood-stained newspaper.”
“Luo Wensong seems to have arranged everything long ago, using the black gown as a medium to allow the decomposed supernatural puzzle to be returned smoothly one day. Return."
He continued calmly, "However, I can't take you into that room, so I need ghost porcelain and ghost necklaces to prevent my body from being controlled after putting on the black gown and being unable to exit smoothly. "
The curse of the post office can protect his consciousness. As long as he is in the post office, his consciousness will be immortal. However, the curse cannot help him resist supernatural attacks on his body, so he can only make other plans.
Liang Xingyang felt that the plan was feasible and said: "We don't need to go to so much trouble. The ghost blood will help you suppress the black gown. You can bring this gown out and we will be there to help."
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He found two blue and white porcelain bowls from the post office. Scarlet blood oozed from his wrists and flowed into the bowls.
Liang Wensong raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and found that this method was simpler and more effective than his method.
He took two porcelain bowls filled with blood and disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he took out the weird black gown on the hanger from Room 601.
But the black gown had blood splashed on it, making it look bloody. The ghost blood invalidated the supernatural power. No supernatural phenomena occurred on this strange piece of clothing, and it was now held very safely in his hands.
Yang Jian said calmly: "If you need it, the ghost can temporarily take over your body and help you quickly piece together the supernatural puzzle."
Liang Wensong was a little surprised, and suddenly found that his knowledge of supernatural aspects was a bit shallow compared to these two people.
Even though I had the experience of using ghosts in the island country, now, when I compare with them, I can immediately distinguish the obvious gap.
These thoughts disappeared in a flash.
After thinking clearly, Liang Wensong did not pretend to be polite, but directly and generously accepted Yang Jian's help.
Under Yang Jian's body, darkness gathered, and a tall black figure slowly stood up from the ground. The black shadow had a strange face, a face that looked like it was painted with blood. This face was exactly the same as Yang Jian, lifelike, as if it had been rubbed onto it.
Liang Xingyang was not idle either. He opened the box where the knocker was kept.
The ghost heart suddenly paused. With no solution to suppress the six ghosts, the corpse of the terrifying old man huddled in the box showed no signs of revival.
"Knocker..."
Yang Jian murmured, his face expressionless, but his eyes were extremely complicated.
The ghost slave of the knocker spread the knocker curse on the forum, which caused a supernatural incident to break out in No. 7 Middle School. This was the beginning of everything.
But today, we have to come to a complete conclusion.
Liang Xingyang’s expression moved, and the ghost heart was pulsing in his heart, pulling the ghost blood.
The scarlet blood squirmed as if alive, flowing down from under the black gown and returning to his body.
This is the supernatural complementation between ghost heart and ghost blood.
Ghost Heart makes up for the inability of ghost blood to move and gives ghost blood the ability to flow. Ghost blood corrects the erratic beating rhythm of the ghost heart, making the fatal killing pattern easier to trigger.
Liang Wensong took a deep breath on the side, nervousness and hesitation flashed through his mind, and finally turned into determination, and he resolutely put on the bloody black gown in his hand.
However, the moment he put it on.
The strange black gown was fluttering in the wind, and two skinny old man's hands protruded from the cuffs on the left and right sides, and they grabbed his palms violently.
It hurts!
Cold sweat ran down Liang Wensong's forehead, and an extremely severe pain came from his grasped hand, which made his expression uncontrollably distorted.
The two skinny old man's palms were tightly stuck to the flesh of Liang Wensong's palms, and they quickly infested like maggots attached to the bones.
This weird black gown seemed to be pulled by someone. It fluttered strangely a few times. A certain cold air filled the air and began to cling tightly to the body.
Cold!
Liang Wensong suddenly noticed something was wrong. A strong coldness was eroding his whole body. He could clearly feel that the vitality of his body was passing away at an incredible speed.
The young appearance is getting older at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. The skin is covered with wrinkles, age spots appear, and the hair is gray. In just a few seconds, it seems as if it has gone through decades of vicissitudes.
If an ordinary person had put on this weird clothes, he would have been killed by now. However, a coldness spread in his mind, and the curse of the post office preserved his consciousness.
But then, Liang Wensong's face became blurry, and a strange memory invaded his mind, as if he was becoming another person.
He couldn't bear it anymore and roared: "I can't control this dress. My body is aging and my memory is being eroded. Yang Jian, I need help."
"Steady Stay calm, you won't die in the post office, I will try my best to help you take control of your body."
But as soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, Liang Wensong fell into a coma, his head hung down, and his life or death was uncertain. .
Yang Jian's pupils shrank and he strode over. The ghostly shadow penetrated like ink and instantly took over his body.
The nine scarlet ghost eyes on the tall ghost figure all opened. Under the influence of an incredible supernatural suppression, this weird black gown stopped floating and became calm.
But in the current situation, Liang Wensong's aging body cannot recover and he is not even conscious. It seems that the curse of the post office has failed.
"The black gown is assimilating him into Luo Wensong's appearance!"
Liang Xingyang stared at that face, quickly calmed down, nailed the knocker with coffin nails, and threw it to Yang between.
The door-knocker is Luo Wensong's resurrected body after jumping from the sixth floor of the post office, but the door-knocker wandering in the post office also looks like Luo Wensong.
Now it seems that it is most likely caused by the black gown.
The tall ghost figure of Yang Jian stretched out his black and stiff ghost hand to catch the knocker, pulled out the coffin nails with the other hand, and threw them back.
Nine ghost eyes are turning restlessly, spying on the ghost knocking in front of them.
The knocking ghost is recovering, but is soon stuffed into the dark ghost shadow.
The slight sound of building blocks being spliced kept ringing.
An old corpse was thrown out of the ghost like a residue that had been drained of all nutrients.
The derived black gown, the dim ghost that ages everything, an arm with powerful supernatural powers of decay, the killing law that kills when you knock on the door,
The supernatural power of the knocker is being ghosted Steal it and splice it into Liang Wensong’s body, turning it into one of the supernatural puzzle pieces.
“Next is the door opener.”
Liang Xingyang frowned and stared at Liang Wensong, who had fallen into a coma. He had a bad feeling in his heart, but he still followed the plan and released the opener ghost from the ghost blood and threw it to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian was also unambiguous. The ghost shadow seemed to be transformed into a black hole, stealing the derived black gown, the killing law that would lead to death when opening the door, and the killing law that would lead to death when turning off the lights, and simply and crudely spliced it onto Liang Wensong's body.
Another old corpse was thrown out.
But this corpse is just an unlucky messenger. After being killed by a ghost, it took over the body. Even its original appearance was changed by the black gown.
Nowadays, several powerful supernatural beings who are bound to die have gathered together, to the extent that even Yang Jian would be ashamed of them.
Yang Jian's ghostly figure pulled away from this old body without hesitation and quickly returned to his own body.
But despite losing the control of the ghost, Liang Wensong's old body still stood there with his head lowered and lifeless.
He neither collapsed nor showed any signs of waking up.
Not waiting for them to observe more.
The floor of the post office hall was cracked, and the clean tiles were chipped inch by inch.
The moment the corpses were successfully spliced was like waking up a terrifying ghost that had been sleeping for many years. Not only that, but the entire ghost post office also changed.
The post office was shaking and shaking, as if there was a strong earthquake.
At the same time.
"Chichi..."
The light bulbs in the hall suddenly flickered, and the lights flickered on and off, and seemed to have a tendency to eventually go out.
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