Chapter 297 Wrong Awakening
Using the black gown as a medium, the ghost shadow successfully gathered two terrifying ghosts, but this rough splicing method also pushed the situation in an unknown direction.
The post office did not collapse, but part of the supernatural power that maintained it disappeared, so this building with a shiny appearance and a decaying essence reached its limit and began to shake.
The dust is flying.
More than a dozen incandescent lamps were affected by supernatural interference. The originally bright lights became increasingly dim and dim, as if they were about to go out in the next moment.
As long as the lights go out, a fatal murder pattern will inevitably be triggered.
If you turn off the lights, you will die.
Liang Xingyang stared at this change in bewilderment. The next second he did not hesitate to use the ghost's shadow to turn into a shadow projected on the wall, escaping from reality.
Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he took out a red ghost candle and quickly lit it. Still uneasy while hiding under the candlelight, he took out a scapegoat doll and held it tightly in his hand.
“Chi Chi…”
The lights grew dimmer and dimmed, then went out the next moment.
Darkness suddenly invaded the hall, swallowing everything.
Although they had been prepared for it, the two of them were shocked by this sudden change.
Bang!
The pale green candlelight was particularly dazzling in the darkness. The next second the candle exploded, like boiling oil poured into cold water, expanding rapidly.
A whole ghost candle burned to an incredible degree, and its energy was reduced by one-third in just an instant.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Yang Jian stared at the ghost candle in his hand in disbelief. It was a fusion of twenty ghost candles. It was only used once in the ancient house and was basically still complete.
Now I have only resisted for a moment, but I have consumed so much.
It’s just that the intense consumption of the ghost candle only lasted for an instant, and now it gradually slowed down. It withstood all the supernatural attacks in the darkness, and the jumping candle flame began to stabilize.
The supernatural being who will die if the lights are turned off has passed.
Liang Xingyang was unable to speak after turning into a shadow because he did not have the supernatural power to control his voice. He just paid a little attention to Yang Jian's situation and saw that he was not in danger, so he walked quickly along the wall towards Liang Wensong, who was in a coma. And go.
As soon as he approached, Liang Wensong's body immediately became blurred and twisted, pulled by a supernatural force, and turned into a projection.
But the next moment.
Liang Wensong’s hanging hand suddenly moved. It was a skinny old man’s finger, completely inconsistent with its original appearance.
Without warning, the eyes on the lowered head slowly opened.
Strange, vicissitudes of life, without spirit, as if it had been tortured for a long time during its lifetime, revealing an empty and numb silence.
Liang Wensong reacted and raised his head, only to see two faces.
A clear face of a young man.
A blurry old man’s face.
To be precise, it was Luo Wensong's face.
The two faces overlapped, with completely different facial features.
Liang Wensong’s face had his eyes closed, while Luo Wensong’s face had his eyes open.
When Luo Wensong woke up, his black gown was fluttering in the wind, easily blocking the supernatural influence of the ghost's shadow.
Liang Xingyang paused, broke away from the shadow state, and stared at this person solemnly: "Are you Luo Wensong?"
Luo Wensong's waxy eyes rolled, his gaze moved over, and he said with emotion: "I didn't expect that there are still descendants who know my name."
He looked at Liang Xingyang's face, lowered his eyes, and observed this body. body, sigh He breathed: "Hey! I shouldn't have woken up so early. This was a mistake."
Yang Jian came over holding the ghost candle. Seeing that there was no danger, he blew out the candle and said solemnly: " The body you occupy is called Liang Wensong, a ghost mail The fourth manager of the bureau, your awakening was an accident."
"Liang Wensong? Haha, I probably know why he wants to wear my clothes. You can bear some darkness. The previous supernatural circle You are also a top ghost master. I have no objection to leaving the post office in your hands."
"Huh? You, a young man, have managed to control Li Qingzhi's ghost. Are you a stranger? I didn't expect to embark on this path. ”
Luo Wensong's eyes sank. After he finished speaking, he stared at Yang Jian. He saw the ghost and knew that Li Qingzhi had also passed away. There was a hint of pain in his expression, and he finally let out a heavy sigh.
Then he stared at Liang Xingyang's pupils, seeming a little surprised, but did not continue to comment.
"Don't worry, I, an old guy who has died long ago, will not interfere in the affairs of the younger generation. Wrong time, wrong people, wrong things, the result of the collision must be a huge mistake "
Luo Wensong's sallow eyes seemed to see through everything and gave them a little comfort, but his expression gradually lost the popularity of a living person, and his face was becoming blurred and disappearing little by little.
He was disappearing, his black gown fluttering, and his body seemed to be reversing the years, returning to youth from an old state. Before leaving, he gave Liang Wensong a little gift.
Every alien is a strong person born from the collision of death and luck. Even he did not expect to meet two of them directly in the post office as soon as he woke up.
However, he was already tired of the world. He had no curiosity and did not create Sister Hong like Zhang Youhong. Instead, he chose to leave without hesitation.
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian looked at each other. They could not understand Luo Wensong's mentality and behavior of hastily exiting the game.
Luo Wensong's face really disappeared, and Liang Wensong's body seemed to have lost supernatural support and suddenly collapsed to the ground.
The flashing light bulbs in the post office hall returned to normal at this moment. The thick darkness was receding and the post office became bright again.
Liang Xingyang secretly broke into a cold sweat. Fortunately, this old man did not read Liang Wensong's memory, and he was not a grumpy person, otherwise all his previous efforts would be in vain.
He didn’t want Liang Wensong to really become Luo Wensong’s second life in the end.
This was his mistake, and he secretly made up his mind to erase Liang Wensong's memory of the original work to make up for the mistake.
The forgotten ghost of Li Leping in Dachuan City!
Liang Xingyang looked gloomy, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.
Yang Jian glanced at him suspiciously, thinking that he just hadn't gotten over the shock yet, so he ignored him and walked forward, lifted Liang Wensong up and put him on the sofa.
Just after touching the sofa, Liang Wensong opened his eyes suddenly, and his complex expression of confusion, emptiness, and numbness flashed away.
However, a strange scene happened.
"Chichi...crunch...dong..."
The post office hall was filled with a strange and cold atmosphere, and various supernatural phenomena broke out. The incandescent light bulbs flickered again, seeming to be extinguished. The revolving glass door was pushed by an invisible hand and turned slowly. When the door was about to be opened, a heavy knocking sound suddenly sounded on the glass on the door, as if someone was knocking on the door.
"Be awake and control the overflowing supernatural power."
Yang Jian's face turned ugly. He found that the sofa Liang Wensong was lying on was aging and fading, and even his own body was decaying rapidly, with a piece of Dead spots. He put his stiff right hand on Liang Wensong's arm and tried to suppress it.
Liang Xingyang walked over quickly and reached out to hold down Liang Wensong's body, staining it with scarlet blood.
Wu Jie suppressed a ghost's quota and the supernatural effect of ghost blood. Ten minutes later, the confusion in the latter's eyes gradually faded, and the look of a living person was restored.
Liang Wensong regained his sanity: "I... am still alive."
"You were not affected by Luo Wensong's memory?" Liang Xingyang asked doubtfully.
"It had a little influence. Luo Wensong gave up the initiative and instead allowed me to fuse some of the few memories he had during his lifetime." Liang Wensong explained, suddenly remembering something, "He also used the hidden stick to summon souls. "He told me the location of the incense."
"Soul-calling incense?" Yang Jian said with a surprised expression.
He was a little surprised. During the mission on the fourth floor of the post office, he had seen three resurrecting incense sticks on the small incense burner in front of the red coffin in the old house, but he exchanged them for three bowls of rice and used them on the fifth day. The ghost feast.
I don’t know where this soul-calling incense comes from.
Liang Xingyang thought for a while and then said: "The soul-calling incense comes from the soul-caller. It is a one-time supernatural item. After being lit, it can summon the dead and make the dead reappear in the world. This is not considered resurrection. After a stick of incense is burned, the dead souls summoned will be thorough Disappear, each person can only use it once. "
In the original work, Yang Jian drove Sister Hong to the ghost town. Sister Hong, who had an incomplete puzzle, relied on half a stick of incense to attract the dead soul of Zhang Youhong. Solved a big trouble for her.
"It seems like this old man Luo is pretty good." Yang Jian said.
However, what he remembers most about Luo Wensong’s image is the knocker who came to No. 7 Middle School.
Liang Wensong shook his head slightly, without acknowledging his words, and only said: "He endured too much loneliness in the post office, lost his freedom for too long, and couldn't die after living for a long time. He even thanked Zhang Xianguang for helping him escape. ”
After finishing speaking, he became worried.
Luo Wensong’s life may be his future.
Adapting to One Hundred Years of Solitude?
He clenched his fists unconsciously.
"There is no need to say so much for the time being. You should first adapt to the new supernatural power you control."
After Liang Xingyang finished speaking, he looked at Liang Wensong's movements, looked at Yang Jian, and sighed silently in his heart.
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