Chapter 307 The Second Invasion
Cold, lonely, and humid.
Yang Jian was unable to move. After sinking into the turbid water, he found himself in a supernatural place, the Ghost Lake.
The lake water is like a mass of solid cold air, with a bone-chilling chill.
Perhaps only when the ghost lake returns to reality will it be transformed into a real lake.
Yang Jian's body was sinking, and his scarlet ghost eyes were turning restlessly, peering into the secrets of the sinking at the bottom of the lake.
The first layer is the floating corpses, which are countless female corpses. The corpses float with the lake water, lifeless and swaying. The thick black hair is more like a layer of waterweed. Once entangled, you can imagine And knowing what a terrible thing it will be.
However, there is a gap in the direction of Yang Jian's sinking, as if it was specially prepared.
At this time, the pale eyes of many female corpses were staring at each other, a depressing and terrifying atmosphere that was almost breathless.
Yang Jian's pupils shrank and he tried to move his body, but failed.
Perhaps the theft process was not over yet, and the female corpse's judgment was confused. He passed through the first layer of the lake and reached the second layer without any danger.
The corpses on this floor are all ghost masters who unfortunately died in the ghost lake, representing the ghosts who have not fully recovered.
Yang Jian did not stay on this level for long, and the sinking continued.
As you go down, the water becomes colder and colder, the light becomes dimmer and dimmer, and the depths of the lake are even darker.
However, Ghost Eye's sight was not hindered by the dim light, and soon he reached the third floor.
Most of the corpses sinking here are considered real ghosts.
The appearance of Li Gui will not change due to being soaked in the lake for many years. It has just fallen into a deep sleep and may wake up.
The deeper it sinks, the higher the supernatural intensity.
Yang Jian was still sinking, and suddenly his eyes moved slightly. Before heading to the fourth floor, he saw a familiar figure, Cao Yang.
Cao Yang had his eyes closed and his face was pale. He was wearing a strange shroud and holding an extinguished red ghost candle in his hand. He was soaked in the lake and motionless, his life and death uncertain.
At this time, Yang Jian had no time to rescue Cao Yang. He suddenly found that the cold and stiff feeling in his body was dissipating.
At the same time, he also sank to the fourth layer of the lake.
Here he saw a black coffin. The coffin was very large, lying quietly in the mud and fine sand at the bottom of the lake. From the corner of the coffin lid that was lifted, a few strands of strange black hair floated out.
He had a feeling about the black coffin, as if an indescribable connection had been established between the two.
At the same time.
The ghost lake in memory.
Liang Xingyang dragged the rusty sword with both hands and hacked to death one female corpse after another, and found the source of the ghost for the second time.
After invading the memory of the source Li Gui for the second time, he reached the depths of the ghost's memory, but not at the ferry in Taiping Ancient Town, but in a dark environment.
"Woo woo woo..."
A woman's cry came from the darkness,
"This is the cry of Ghostface, and where is this place?"
Liang Xingyang was reaching out to feel around, and found that the space he was in was extremely narrow, and there seemed to be wooden walls on all sides. Before he could react, When I came over, I suddenly heard a familiar cry, and my heart trembled.
He did not have the ability to ignore the darkness with ghost eyes, and his expression in the darkness couldn't help but become solemn.
In a blur,
he felt a cold body pressing against his back.
No, maybe it wasn't on his back, but he was lying on a cold, stiff corpse.
This thought shocked him.
"My current position should be a black coffin, so the person I used to support it is the Source Ghost!!!"
Liang Xingyang took a breath, he actually invaded The ghost had just awakened at first and was trapped in this part of the memory node in the coffin.
But at this moment.
Two cold and terrifying arms stretched out from the darkness, hugged Liang Xingyang's waist and tightened, as if to drag him into the darkness.
At this moment, Liang Xingyang’s expression changed drastically. He wanted to urge Gui Xin, but the strange thing was that Gui Xin fell into silence and did not respond at all.
“It’s the suppression of this coffin!”
He quickly realized something, and finally understood how dangerous his situation was.
There is only one ghost coffin, which is one of the puzzle pieces of the ghost.
And this black coffin is more like an imitation. Although it does not have the ability to transform people into evil ghosts, its supernatural power to suppress evil ghosts is comparable to that of the ghost coffin.
Liang Xingyang struggled with his hands and feet to break free. The rusty sword scraped against the inner wall of the coffin, causing the coffin to vibrate slightly.
But gradually, the body surrounded by the female corpse began to lose control, and a cold and numb feeling spread throughout the body.
His body sank in the darkness, and soon it was as if he had fallen into a ghost lake, and the turbid lake water poured into his mouth and nose.
The coffin contains a coffin of water. There are many black hairs floating on the water. A special female corpse sinks to the bottom of the water. Her pale eyes are glowing with a faint green light, and her strange eyes are like rays on her back.
Liang Xingyang felt so cold and his whole body was soaked.
Going too deep into the supernatural memory, at this moment, he was stared at, touched, and affected by a ghost.
And in the special environment of being in a black coffin, you can't even restart it through memories. This coffin was like a cage, locking in the resurrection of the ghosts from Guihu, and at the same time locking himself in when he broke in rashly.
It’s just that the black coffin cannot suppress two terrifying existences at the same time. This is why Liang Xingyang can move, and the ghost at the source of the ghost lake also gained a certain ability to move.
“The mirror ghost, ghost heart, and ghost shadow are suppressed by the coffin and cannot escape through Shen Lin’s ghost appearance. The only chance of survival is to use ghost blood to fight the curse of the ghost cupboard.”< br>
Liang Xingyang was thinking crazily in his mind, and without hesitation he cut his body with a rusty sword, letting the flowing scarlet blood spill out.
In this position surrounded by the female corpse, he could not use Zhang Xianguang's sword to attack the female corpse behind him, but bleeding himself was not a problem.
But the next second.
Thick black hair swarmed in, entangled inch by inch, and tightly strangled his neck and limbs. Moreover, the female corpse's cold and moist hands grabbed his shoulders and she lay in his ear, saying something unknown.
Liang Xingyang felt that his consciousness was getting more and more confused, and blood was oozing from his mouth and nose.
"Clang."
The rusty sword fell off with a sound, sinking into the water and disappearing.
"Help me control the ghost lake."
Liang Xingyang moved his fingers with difficulty to write his request.
The thick, black blood stains did not spread in the stagnant water, but remained on the inner wall of the coffin.
The old strange cupboard appeared out of thin air and took away the writings.
The water in the coffin is now turbid, and the blood is mixed with the lake water, making it a bright red.
After Liang Xingyang finished everything, his body exhausted the last bit of strength. His consciousness became blurred, cold and stiff, and he could no longer move an inch.
Then he felt himself melting, as if he had become a pool of water stains, blending into the blood inside the coffin.
Everything has returned to calm, except for a few bubbles that occasionally pop out. (End of chapter)