Chapter 320 Shuiman Manor
“Is this the strength of the top ghost controllers in the Republic of China?”
Yang Jian’s eyes moved slightly, and he was also carefully observing the dark and deep doorways, especially The ominous and strange darkness contains a supernatural aura that makes one's heart skip a beat.
Liang Wensong did not hide anything, and stared straight at Yang Jian's right hand: "The supernatural power in me is still incomplete. I can only superimpose door openings infinitely, but I cannot superimpose the supernatural power of death."
Luo Wensong dismembered a terrifying ghost before he died, and stored the ghost hand and the ghost with missing hands in two soul bottles respectively.
If you want to superimpose a fatal supernatural power, you must complete the ghost hand and the ghost with missing hands.
Liang Xingyang said: "The soul bottle where the ghost is missing his right hand has not been used yet. It can be handed over to you after this operation."
"I have no problem."
< br>Yang Jian has no objection to this. He has no intention of completing the puzzle of Ghost Hand, and adding more weights to Ghost Hand will not allow him to balance the Ghost Lake. Moreover, if a ghost has the quota to suppress a ghost, it cannot be given up.
Liang Wensong said thoughtfully: "This is the only way. I wonder if the ghost who is missing his right hand can derive countless palms from his left hand."
The derivative palms of the ghost hand, combined with the ghost door, are the key to infinitely superimposed knocks and supernatural door openings.
Liang Xingyang waved his hand and said: "Let's take action!"
The ghosts and ghosts pulled at the same place, and the three disappeared. When they reappeared, they had passed the withered crops and scarecrows, and arrived at the rusty manor. In front of the big iron gate.
The white and cold palm sank directly into the iron door, passing through without any obstruction.
As soon as the three of them walked in, they immediately noticed something unusual.
The manor turned out to be filled with ghosts, the light dimmed instantly, and the surrounding farms were infinitely expanded by the supernatural, making it impossible to see the end at a glance.
At this moment, the scarecrows who were nailed to the cross seemed to have discovered the intruders, and they all jumped off the wooden frame behind them and ran towards them.
Liang Wensong didn't show any nervousness on his face, and he still had time to comment: "There are a lot of scarecrows, but they are just some kind of supernatural derivatives. They are not enough to accomplish anything, but they are a threat to some ordinary ghost controllers."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up directly.
A strange and powerful supernatural power began to take effect. The surrounding light became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally dim environment fell directly into darkness. The terrifying supernatural power swept across from all directions, and the whole world seemed to have changed. Became a lightbulb that went out.
This is a terrifying supernatural phenomenon that will lead to death if the lights are turned off.
Soon.
The darkness spreads into the distance, and the light in front gradually becomes clearer.
As if an invisible sickle passed by, all the nearby scarecrows fell to the ground at this moment, becoming fragmented and dilapidated, with all their supernatural beings harvested.
With such effectiveness, even Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian couldn't help but look sideways, but they also knew that such a big movement would not attract the attention of the people inside.
Being in the world of ghost paintings is tantamount to cutting off contact with the outside world.
Liang Wensong's actions were to alert the snake, and also to lure the snake out of its hole. They had a lot of time to work step by step.
But at this moment, the high-rise building of the manor castle is still calm, and there is nothing unusual about it. It seems like it is just an old building with a long history, as if the people inside do not know what is going on outside.
Yang Jian felt a little uncomfortable after losing the assistance of Ghost Eyes. He stared at the castle windows and saw nothing unusual.
But actually.
Castle interior.
A man in an old-fashioned suit, about fifty years old, slightly old, holding a black cane in his hand, exuding a coldness that was not like a living person, stood quietly by a window, Looking down at the situation below.
Beside him stood an old housekeeper.
The man asked in a hoarse voice: "This is a special ghost that only the evil ghosts in the S-class horror museum incident have. It is basically difficult for people who are involved in the ghost to escape. The other party is prepared. Find out. Do you know the identities of these people?”
The manor owner’s voice was extremely hoarse and a bit ferocious, making people feel scared.
The old butler on the side suddenly became nervous and couldn't even control it. He trembled all over and hurriedly bent down and said: "Sir, based on their appearance, they should be ghost controllers under the control of the Asia Headquarters. It's just that I don't know why they came here to cause trouble." The reason."
"The gardeners are now staying in the castle waiting for your orders. As long as you give the order, they will definitely stop the other party's reckless behavior."
The owner of the manor stared at the paper ashes falling from the sky, with vigilance in his eyes. He turned around and said solemnly: "I remember that the business of hunting ghost masters has not involved the Asian headquarters for a long time. Check to see if the recent actions have involved it. Over there."
There is still a doubt in his heart, whether the conspiracy plan organized by the king is at risk of being leaked. Otherwise, with his reputation, how could anyone dare to come to the Horror Manor to cause trouble.
The old housekeeper responded quickly and began to think.
Every top ghost controller is a figure who has struggled through countless lives and deaths. The fool has long since fallen in the middle, so the manor owner is very calm and will not rush forward rashly.
The ghost painting belongs to the S-level supernatural beings, which is enough to make him weigh three points.
"Let the gardener test the other party's true and false status first."
The manor owner ordered without waiting for the old housekeeper to figure it out.
The lives of the gardeners are not in his consideration range at all. They are all desperadoes he has taken in, and they are more or less carrying international arrest warrants. This kind of ghost controller is a consumable in his hands.
The old housekeeper took out his cell phone and started to contact the twenty-six waiting gardeners. For this test, he felt that five people should be enough.
"Are you out of your mind? If the other party is strong, our strength will be compromised. All the gardeners come together, and you tell them that I will take action in secret." The owner of the manor said dryly. A hoarse sound came from the mouth.
This special ghost blocked all signals. He couldn't find any help at all, and he couldn't waste any of the cards in his hand.
The old housekeeper became excited and hurriedly left here to convey the order.
Outside the castle tower.
Liang Wensong held the big iron door with his hand and said with a smile: "Obviously, the owner of the manor is a fool."
Yang Jian asked: "How do you know that someone is inside?"
Liang Xingyang explained: "Although the manor is peaceful, it is also exposing a fact . Without the owner of the manor directing them, the gardeners would not be able to be so calm."
"I can vaguely sense the situation behind the door. There are no less than thirty people hiding in this manor. If the other party doesn't take the initiative, then we can only fight in," Liang Wensong said eagerly.
After he became the fourth manager of the post office, he inherited Luo Wensong's supernatural powers through the splicing of ghosts, and became a top ghost controller in one fell swoop.
This was the first time he walked out of the post office. Even though the owner of the terrifying manor was famous, he still felt itchy in his hands. This hunting mission was full of challenges, and it also helped him get familiar with the supernatural beings in his body.
With the curse of the post office, it is impossible for him to die, so he can try boldly.
But at this time.
The door of the manor opened with a bang, and some people with strange temperaments began to file out.
Liang Xingyang said to Liang Wensong: "Let's retreat in order to advance. Yang Jian and I will engulf this manor with a ghost lake. If the owner of the manor continues to shrink, then prepare to sink into the ghost lake."
After imprisoning some of the backlogged ghosts in Ghost Lake, the owner of the manor will not be as relaxed as in the original book when facing Ghost Lake.
Liang Wensong nodded directly.
Yang Jian had no objection.
In the case of Gui Xie who has lost his ghost eyes, many methods are inconvenient to use. He regards his positioning for this operation as just a facilitator.
Liang Xingyang's expression changed and he ignored the twenty-six gardeners. He shook his white and cold palms and the three of them disappeared.
High in the sky.
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian worked together to use the supernatural power of Ghost Lake to start flooding the manor.
Crash.
The sound of water came closer and closer, like slight waves on a calm lake. It sounded very comfortable and made people feel comfortable.
The sound of water waves in the ghost lake echoed in the ghost painting world.
The sound of water began to get louder and louder, even spreading into the distance.
The next moment.
A huge wave swept in, not only breaking through the blockade of the ghost paintings, but also breaking through the ghosts in the manor, as if it was going to swallow the whole world.
At the window of the castle, the owner of the manor stared above his head in disbelief, and couldn't help but take a step back.
A hazy and cold lake is appearing high in the sky, and it is becoming clearer. The surrounding area has even begun to become moist.
A coldness enveloped the entire manor, and a lake was gradually emerging clearly, as if an illusion was gradually becoming a reality.
The gardeners who walked out of the castle were whispering to each other, but suddenly they found that the ground began to seep water. In just a moment, it was up to their ankles, and it was almost up to their knees.
And the weirdest thing is that there are still pale floating corpses swimming in the water under your feet.
If the ghost lake in the sky is allowed to appear, the entire manor will sink to the bottom of the lake and never see the light of day.
Not waiting for the manor owner to make any move.
The next moment, huge waves surged into the sky.
Big waves swept across, and the cold stagnant water seemed to have dug out countless springs. The lake was so majestic that it instantly raised the water level to the waists of the gardeners.
"No..."
Haunting shadows flashed across the bottom of the water, like sharks hunting on the bottom of the sea. Female corpses with disheveled hair were swimming rapidly below, and several female corpses were staring at them. A gardener stretched out his cold and pale palms, grabbed the gardener's hands, feet, and neck, and pulled the gardener tightly into the lake.
The water up to his waist now became unfathomable and swallowed the gardener directly.
The ghost controller didn't even have time to struggle. He only splashed a little water and disappeared from the sight of other gardeners in an instant.
A feeling of fear is spreading.
All the gardeners stared at the shadow under the water with wide eyes, fearing that they would be the next person to be dragged away.
But the next moment.
“Plop!”
Half of their bodies sank into the lake, and even without the female corpse pulling them, they seemed weightless one by one. Their bodies quickly fell into the lake, and loud sounds of falling into the water resounded one after another.
At the same time, a shrill scream also sounded inside the castle.
"Ah, sir, please help me."
The water in the corridor swallowed up the old housekeeper's ankles, and his face was so frightened that he was lying on the floor begging. , his hands kept pulling at the wall, trying his best to prevent himself from sinking.
A shadow flashed across the stagnant water, and a cold, pale palm emerged, dragging the old housekeeper into the water.
"Hmph!"
The manor owner snorted coldly, not paying attention to the old butler at all, and still staring at the three people high in the sky.
The ghost lake was quickly eroding the castle. Wisps of water stains flowed on the damp walls. The water in the corridor spread close to him, and he stepped on it.
The cold water instantly covered his calves, but it stopped there and did not continue to sink!
As if trapped in a quagmire, the manor owner's face became even more gloomy.
Sudden.
Countless cold and pale palms stretched out from the water.
However, after these palms touched the body of the manor owner, they retracted faster as if they were burned by a hot iron.
The manor owner lowered his head and roared, making a sound like a ghost.
The sound was like a rallying horn. The sound of treading water sounded one after another, and ripples began to appear on the water.
A horrific scene was reflected in the corridor windows.
There was no one behind the manor owner, but countless people suddenly appeared in the corridor, densely packed. These people had expressionless faces, their bodies were as stiff as corpses, their eyes were cold and numb, some of their bodies were mutilated, and some were rotting. , some dripping with blood.
Who is this person, but a group of ghost figures, full of strange dead souls, all of them ghost masters who have been hunted by the manor owner.
The picture just flashed by. There was still no one behind the manor owner, but there were footprints on the accumulated water, and the cold air was extremely strong.
The reason why these footprints appear is because the corridor is full of water.
The densely packed dead souls followed behind the manor owner, as if they were working for a tiger, stamping out the surrounding water and forcibly opening up a path for the manor owner to walk.
This is his castle, his palace, he is the real king here, no one can disobey him.
A trace of anger flashed across the cold and numb face of the manor owner. He knocked on the floor with a black cane in his hand. The hard floor suddenly exploded and shattered into several pieces.
But at this moment.
“咚～咚咚～”
One long and two short dull, weird knocks suddenly sounded on the door.
An invisible ghost figure suddenly let out a scream, and the figure instantly collapsed, blocking this terrifying supernatural being who knocked on the door and was certain to die.
The manor owner turned around suddenly and found a young man wearing a black retro gown standing at the other end of the corridor.
The invisible dense ghost figures in the corridor turned their heads at the same time, as if receiving some instructions, forming a tall wall and crushing towards the young man.
Liang Wensong stood in front of a door in the corridor with a faint smile on his face, before he could put down his hand to knock on the door.
From where he stood, the walls near the castle began to quickly become mottled and moldy. The walls continued to peel off and turned into uneven walls, exuding a cold and obscure smell. It seemed that decades had passed in just a moment. , completely destroyed by time.
The floor also began to collapse and dent, forming dark and deep doorways that could not be seen to the bottom, spreading rapidly towards the manor owner.
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