Chapter 346 The Unexpected Person
After the experiment.
A dark color emerged from Liang Xingyang's pupils, and the entire illusory world disappeared in his eyes, turning strangely scarlet.
This is the world of ghost blood.
He didn't wait long, and walked straight out of the pool of blood, stepped on the real soil with his feet, and looked down at the ghost stage in the thick fog between the hills, as if he was in another world.
In the illusory world, he verified the human skin plan, found the trap in the plan, and roughly understood the future of Mirror Ghost.
Use yourself as a cage to imprison evil ghosts.
Detaining ghosts through their properties was a restriction scheme developed by ghost controllers during the Republic of China before they discovered the property of gold to isolate supernatural powers.
Liang Xingyang suddenly laughed at himself: "The ghost mirror imprisons the evil ghost, and the gold imprisons the ghost mirror, forming a perfect closed loop?"
Sacrifice yourself to save the world?
"I'm not interested in being a savior."
Liang Xingyang shook his head slightly. The question before him now was how to imprison the ghostly female corpse, and he began to think about it.
The ethereal and weird sounds that surround the ghost theater all the time are very scary. Once you get close, your consciousness can easily be pulled into the world of the ghost show, going through a deep sleep, waking up from a deep sleep, and then sinking completely.
“The female corpse in the ghost play is very scary, but it also has a disadvantage, that is, it cannot move and is restrained under the stage.”
Liang Xingyang analyzed slowly, and his eyes suddenly lit up: “ You can use Zhang Xianguang's knife to reduce the terror of this ghost."
However, he began to ponder again, how to put the ghost actor's body back together after dismembering it.
Different from dismemberment with a hatchet, the ghosts dismembered by the old broadsword will become separate individuals, and the puzzle pieces will be broken up and cannot be recovered naturally.
“The splicing of body parts by ghost shadows may solve this problem.”
The female corpse is a conscious ghost, and the carrier is a female corpse. Dismembering the female corpse is equivalent to dismembering the ghost’s supernatural power. Break up the puzzle.
The ghosts join the limbs to complete the puzzle.
"If ghosts can't do it, we can only use the spirit of making wishes."
After Liang Xingyang found the solution, he took action immediately.
He walked into a pool of blood, released his identity as a starving ghost, returned to a mirror ghost, and at the same time imprisoned the mummy with ghost blood.
Immediately afterwards, he replaced the ghost boy again, ate the ghost painting, and walked out of the pool of blood.
The sky became gray.
Countless paper dust floated down from high in the sky, and the entire brightly colored world seemed to have faded away, leaving only grayish white.
The thick fog in the mountains was dispersed, exposing the ghost stage deep inside.
On the stage, two white lanterns with the words "Denial" written on them swayed in the wind, while the cold corpses sitting on the red painted chairs under the stage remained deathly silent.
In the supernatural incident of migration of ghosts, all the evil ghosts who sat on the seats to listen to the opera were replaced.
There are no evil ghosts sitting on the ghost seats now, they are all cold and cold people wearing modern clothes. corpse.
"Crack!"
Forcibly digesting the ghost painting, a gap appeared in the mirror ghost's body.
Liang Xingyang does not intend to draw the wishing ghost this time to suppress the state of the mirror ghost. Instead, he hopes to dismember the corpse of the ghost actor in one go before the time limit for the replacement of the mirror ghost is reached.
He took out a half-filled vat of dye from a mirror.
The dye in the tank showed a disgusting green color. As soon as it was taken out, a strong musty smell filled the air. The smell was so unpleasant that it could make people vomit.
Liang Xingyang frowned, resisting the disgusting smell, and decisively put his fair and cold hands into the dye, and began to recall the appearance of the old sword.
The next moment.
In the green dye vat, the dye rippled and began to rustle, and a rusty knife handle slowly poked out of the water vat.
The thick green dye was concentrated, and when the old sword was drawn out, half the tank of dye was emptied out at once.
Liang Xingyang held an old sword in both hands and began to use ghost paintings to increase the number of supernatural powers in himself.
Figures holding broadswords came out from behind him one by one, when there were as many as six in number.
“Crack.”
The faint sound of the mirror breaking continued to sound.
"No, the more the number increases, the harder it will be for the starving ghosts to sustain themselves. The revival of ghost paintings is too terrifying, and they actually want to turn against customers."
Liang Xingyang's face changed, sensing that he was about to be replaced. The hungry ghost who came out was in a state of loss of control. Instead of forcing himself to hold on, he took out a pack of Chinese medicine and ate it.
The special Chinese medicine quickly took effect and suppressed the restlessness of the ghost painting's revival.
But the broken mirror ghost's condition has not improved yet, because the special Chinese medicine is not symptomatic.
Without any hesitation.
Liang Xingyang knew there was no time to waste. He and the six figures moved through the ghost and approached the ghost stage.
Holding the rusty broadsword in his hand, the picture in front of him suddenly turned into a photo torn into countless pieces, with cracks in various directions and irregularities.
They all raised seven rusty swords and weaved a large web along the torn perspective in front of them.
The tearing of the old broadsword can ignore the distance. It can be judged only by sight. How far can it be seen, how far it can be affected.
The next moment.
Seven old broadswords fell.
Chichi.
The two lanterns on the ghost stage were instantly extinguished and torn into two pieces, with the lower half falling from mid-air to the ground.
It seems that it has been freed from certain restrictions, and the layout of the ghost stage has been completely broken.
“Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah? .
A layer of rich darkness as black as ink spread from the cracks of the rotten wooden boards, but in the next moment, it was torn into pieces, like rotten black cloth spread flat on the wooden boards.
"Eaaah."
A shrill wail sounded, but it soon fell into silence.
The four earthen walls of the Ghost Theater were also torn apart, with cracks running through them, because the scenes in the distance could be seen from the cracks.
The entire ghost stage was covered by a large net woven by tearing the perspective, and it collapsed and shattered in an instant, with dirt and dust flying.
Everything within sight is in pieces.
Liang Xingyang gasped loudly, and the six figures around him turned into ashes and disappeared. Scarlet blood flowed out from his feet, and then he jumped into a pool of blood without hesitation.
Because the mirror ghost's limit has been reached.
In the world of ghost blood.
After Liang Xingyang regained his identity as a mirror ghost, he did not rush out of the pool of blood. Instead, he controlled the ghost heart at his heart and released more ghost blood.
Outside.
Just a small pool of blood began to expand, and blood gurgled out, as if a spring had been dug. More and more blood emerged, and it seemed to be alive, rushing towards the ruins of the ghost theater.
The red-painted chairs retreated one after another, as if they were consciously avoiding the ghost blood. Some of them had no time to avoid, and they actually dropped the corpses on the chairs and sped away.
"Bah, bah, bah, bah."
"Yah, bah, bah, bah."
"Bah, bah, bah, bah."
As the ghost blood submerged and the earthen walls of the ruins were buried, several slightly different sounds suddenly spread out, like the calls of hidden grasshoppers.
The sound of the drama echoed, and the ghost blood rippled.
The ghostly female corpse was dismembered and turned into multiple separate individuals, reducing the level of horror to an unprecedented level.
Scarlet blood flooded the ruins, forming a small pond.
I don’t know how long it has been.
The ethereal and strange sounds disappeared one by one.
But the next moment.
An illusory figure suddenly appeared in the sky above Ghost Blood.
This is a man, dressed as a folk teacher, wearing black glasses, a gray robe, and a white scarf tied around his neck. He has a gentle and elegant temperament, full of poetic temperament.
But the strange thing is that the cloth shoes under the man's feet can stand firmly on the ghost blood, without sinking or any trace of blood staining.
The ghost blood did not affect him, but his illusory body began to be filled with a layer of scarlet blood, as if it had been soaked in blood.
"Who am I and where is this place? No, I remembered it, my name is Zhuo Shuheng." The confusion in Zhuo Shuheng's eyes gradually dissipated, and after a period of doubt, he recovered his memory .
As he retrieved his memory, the illusory body suddenly solidified.
Zhuo Shuheng looked down. He was surprised at first, and then said warmly: "Hey, there is blood that can disable supernatural powers? And this friend who is hiding inside, why don't you come out and meet him? ."(End of this chapter)