Chapter 334 Wooden House
The two of them continued to move along the road, against the crowd.
As I continued walking forward, I discovered some paper flowers that suddenly appeared in the green belt on the roadside.
The paper flowers are randomly inserted into the soil. If you don't distinguish them carefully, it is difficult to notice them in the bushes.
But looking around, the paper flowers in the green belt have gradually become denser and sparse. Further away, they have even replaced the green belt, like a sea of flowers.
Liang Xingyang glanced at it and didn't care.
This is just a mark of a certain limit, embarking on the road of no return, about to enter the world of the dead from the ghost county.
Yang Jian remained silent and did not go deeper. His ghostly eyes were constantly spying on his surroundings, but he had not found any abnormalities yet.
Liang Xingyang thought that Yang Jian was worried, so he explained: "There are folk rumors that flowers bloom on the other side to attract the souls of the dead. If we continue along the road and go deeper, we will leave Baishui Town, a place where supernatural beings meet. From across the road, Arriving at the other side is equivalent to going to the other side. There is the world of dead souls, and the wooden house I am looking for is there. "
"To be on the safe side, I will take my weapon first."
After Yang Jian looked sideways and said, a pool of water flowed out from under his feet. Two pale hands stretched out from the water, holding a cracked spear in a balanced position and handed it to him.
Yang Jian held the cracked spear in his hand, and an inexplicable momentum surged out.
“I’ll lead the way.”
Liang Xingyang held a black paper umbrella and walked in front.
As they went deeper, the tall trees in the green belt on the roadside disappeared, and there were fewer and fewer buildings on both sides. Paper flowers of various colors completely replaced the green belt and served as the scenery on both sides.
Liang Xingyang did not hesitate and led Yang Jian to the other side of the road.
Just a few steps onto this road, the scenery on the other side of the road disappeared in an instant, replaced by wandering people. There were many of them, and they were so huge that the end could not be seen at a glance.
The next moment.
Liang Xingyang suddenly noticed that Yang Jian behind him suddenly disappeared.
People are crowded, and now everyone is like a small boat in the sea. Even if they are very close, they can easily get lost if they are not careful. This is what happened now.
"Take me to Yang Jian."
A strand of thick, black blood squirmed on the white arm, forming a line of crooked black writing.
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and a metal-shell compass appeared out of thin air in his hand. He looked at the direction and walked forward.
"Plop, puff."
The white ghosts spread out, and the ghost's heart beat slowly.
The dead souls approaching him were first squeezed away by ghosts, and the sound of heartbeats spread. Whether they were dead souls or ghosts, six figures suddenly froze each time and fell to the ground one after another.
Liang Xingyang had an expressionless face. In the original work, the ghost dog found the wooden house because of Wang Shanshan's coordinates. But now that there is a ghost closet, he is not worried about not finding the wooden house.
Find Yang Jian first, and then go find the wooden house together.
There are dead souls everywhere, with no end in sight.
The dead souls wandered aimlessly. As time passed, the strange dead souls suddenly approached him.
Liang Xingyang's footsteps suddenly stopped, he looked at an old figure intently, and said with a trembling voice: "Grandpa?"
These dead souls are obviously so strange, but in the blink of an eye, he found that individual souls have become so strange. Familiar, but the familiar people are all dead, not living.
They are classmates, friends, relatives, and enemies.
The dead souls reflect the people most familiar to people in their hearts.
“If you want to reach the other side, you cannot be deceived by the dead souls. I know! These dead souls are fake.”
Even though he knew it was false, Liang Xingyang could not calmly witness the death of his relatives and friends, so he slowly closed his eyes.
The ghost's heart is still beating, cold but warm.
Listen to the heartbeat.
There was noise everywhere in his ears, heartbeats of various frequencies, as if the world had turned into a world of sound.
Countless weak heartbeats approaching him, representing countless dead souls swarming towards him.
Everyone he knew was reaching out to him for help, begging him to take them out of here.
However, Liang Xingyang chose to turn a blind eye to all this.
The curse of death in the ghost heart breaks out without hesitation, quickly taking away the souls one by one, cutting off everything in the past.
Horrifying heart palpitations filled the air, and the wails of the dead came one after another.
The mortal spirit is like a sickle. When it is swung, it harvests the lives of all the souls within a hundred meters, leaving a vacuum area of 100 meters.
"It's nothing, how can there be dust."
Liang Xingyang opened his eyes, and his bright silver pupils reflected the tragic scene of corpses strewn in the field. He was neither happy nor sad.
He left here and continued to look for Yang Jian, following the guidance of the metal-cased compass.
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On the other side, Yang Jian did more ruthlessly, the ghost shadow spread, the medium was triggered, he swung the cracked spear, drew a long semicircular trajectory, and witnessed the familiarity with his own eyes The dead souls died under the knife and restarted themselves at no cost before the curse of the hatchet broke out.
This kind of determination and ruthlessness also made no dead soul within range dare to approach anymore, and they all took the initiative to avoid it.
Yang Jian's eyes flashed with determination: "People cannot be resurrected after death, so I don't need to worry about it. I can simply destroy this unrealistic and slim hope and live in the present."
This is his purpose. After all, not everyone is hard-hearted to see through the souls of their loved ones. It is best to deal with it quickly while your sense is still there. It will be useless to regret it.
Soon.
The scarlet light collided with the white ghosts.
After Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian reunited, they didn't say much. Under the guidance of the ghost cabinet, they found a correct direction and went deep into this supernatural place again.
As time passed, the two of them walked deeper and deeper. It was easy to lose their way as they continued, and they were not sure whether they could find their way back.
Yang Jian wanted to leave the stagnant water as a retreat, but the stagnant water dried up strangely. Due to going too deep into the supernatural place, even the supernatural in Ghost Lake was strongly interfered with and could not be used as an anchor point for teleportation.
Liang Xingyang’s eyes flickered, and he even suspected that the ghost cabinet had lost its way in the supernatural interference and pointed them in the wrong direction.
He made up his mind to hold on for another hour, otherwise he would have to give up the operation.
But there is no way back, so what can we do?
The sea of people is huge and there is no end in sight.
They didn’t know how long they walked, how long they walked, how many wandering ghosts they avoided, and how many familiar dead souls they killed.
When Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Finally.
A flash of neon light appeared.
The number of dead souls around them gradually decreased, and they began to see the vague outline of a building.
As the distance gets closer, the place is empty, except for a single wooden house built here. There are almost no wandering souls near the wooden house, and they seem to dare not go near there.
A variety of colorful lanterns hang under the eaves of the wooden house, shining with neon light, like a lighthouse guiding ships on the vast sea.
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"Creak."
Liang Xingyang stepped forward and found that the door of the wooden house was unlocked, and gently pushed open the dusty door. (End of this chapter)