Chapter 365 Three Golden Doors
Black smoke filled the air, forming a winding path. At the end stood an old building. From a distance, the building’s signboard was still flashing with colorful lights. neon lights.
As long as you step on this road, you can go to the ghost post office.
Liang Xingyang did not set foot on the path. He summoned the road to the post office not to hide in, but to lure Liang Wensong to help imprison dozens of ghosts on Ping An Road to prevent them from wandering outside.
To bring Liang Wensong over, one condition must be met.
Scarlet blood flowed out from his feet, and the mirror ghost replaced the ghost boy and swallowed part of the blood where the ghost painting was imprisoned.
The white haze transformed into a blue-black haze, and then a grayish color appeared.
Gray-white paper dust began to float in the sky, trying to seal off the area.
But there were too many ghosts running out of the three Yin Streets. In just a few minutes, the number of thirty ghosts had soared to more than forty, and there seemed to be an endless supply.
Dozens of ghosts are wandering nearby, and the interference is so strong that it even affects the process of ghost paintings replicating reality.
"These evil ghosts have been built in the wall all year round. Now that there is no blockade by the black wall, a chain reaction will even occur. The evil ghosts from other streets wander into these three streets and have a chance to escape. This is the reason why there is an endless supply of evil ghosts. "
Liang Xingyang had to be cautious at this time. He stretched out his white and cold palm and waved it towards the black smoke.
Countless pieces of paper dust spread along the winding path until they reached the glass revolving door of the ghost post office.
In a short while.
In front of the glass revolving door of the Ghost Post Office, a young man wearing a black gown walked over. He was cold and weird, exuding a simple atmosphere. He stood at the door and looked into the distance.
Under the curse of the post office, he cannot leave the post office for even half a step, but the gray ghost creeps over and can lead him to the world of ghost paintings.
Liang Wensong didn’t hesitate much, walked out of the post office door, stepped on the winding path, and came to Ping An Road, his face suddenly became solemn: "It seems that you are in great trouble, those three ways to open up the reality What's going on in the street? "
Liang Xingyang briefly told the information about Yin Yang Street, and at the same time hoped that Liang Wensong could restrain many evil spirits before they wandered away.
If we were not worried about the impact, mirror ghosts would replace ghosts, and with the detention capabilities of ghost blood and ghost lake, all the more than forty ghosts could be imprisoned.
Once part of it escapes, the situation in Dachang City will collapse. Only Liang Wensong, who inherited Luo Wensong's supernatural power, had the means to make the evil ghosts panic on a large scale.
"There are too many evil ghosts. There are more than forty now. More will come out later. This is simply a door open to hell." Liang Wensong's scalp was also numb. "If you don't solve the source, I will be exhausted and I won't be able to imprison you." Absolute ghost."
After complaining, he took a step forward. A cold aura filled the air, and a terrifying supernatural force was affecting the surroundings.
Ping'an Road began to collapse and sink, forming dark door openings on the ground. At the same time, the walls of the surrounding buildings continued to peel off, and the outlines of door after door emerged.
An incredible supernatural phenomenon is spreading farther away, and nearby buildings are full of strange doors.
Liang Wensong took action, turning his left hand slightly, as if holding the invisible door handle, opening an invisible wooden door in front of him.
Suddenly.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
All the strange doors in this area were opened. The supernatural superposition of death when opening the door, and a cold and ominous aura instantly became extremely strong.
A moment.
A large number of ghosts suddenly froze in place, and the abyss-like doorways on the ground also took the opportunity to spread through.
No matter what kind of ghost it is, it will disappear immediately after falling in, and will be sent to the ghost post office to be suppressed.
With a snap of the fingers, the door on the wall and the door hole on the ground disappeared.
Liang Wensong's face was pale, and he was hit by a strong restlessness of recovery. He was suppressed by the special Chinese medicine and the curse of the post office, and he slowly recovered.
Liang Xingyang thoughtfully said: "It seems that the path of every top ghost controller is full of uncertainties and difficult to copy. Even if he inherits the ghost, he can only gain a small part of his power."
In the original work, Luo Wensong of Baishui Town was able to open a city gate to fight against the ghost boy, while Liang Wensong could only use a single door to fight against the ghost. Even if he complements Yang Jian's right hand, Liang Wensong cannot reach Luo Wensong's level, which is also a supernatural uncertainty.
Liang Wensong has his own ideas: "The basics are the same, but the methods and concepts of ghost controllers in developing supernatural powers are different. As a mere imitator, it is difficult to reach Luo Wensong's level."
Yang Jian superimposes ghost eyes and develops The way of ghosts, if another person controls the ghost eyes, they may take a different path.
Continuously piece together other supernatural powers into the ghost eyes, such as eye sockets and will-o'-wisps, so that the ghost eyes can breed new supernatural powers.
It cannot be said that the fundamentals are sacrificed, but the way of developing supernatural power is different.
Liang Xingyang stopped worrying about the topic just now and looked at the three channels that invaded reality.
There were faint sounds of footsteps deep in the street, and there might be new ghosts running out of it.
He said cautiously: "I will use gold to build three gates to replace the black wall and isolate Yin and Yang Street."
Liang Wensong nodded in approval: "I will help you watch the safe road for the time being. "
"Okay! "
Liang Xingyang was not polite, and his body turned into floating paper ash and disappeared.
He returned to the sales floor through ghost transfer, took away a large amount of gold that he had collected, found a metallurgical factory, and asked them to build three golden doors.
Under the influence of the deceitful ghost, everyone worked obediently.
Three hours later, three heavy doors were unveiled.
After Liang Xingyang paid, he took away a welding machine and three golden doors and returned to Ping'an Road again.
Under the influence of ghosts, an abandoned building was moved.
The ghosts and ghosts changed the layout of the three rooms, corresponding to the entrances of the three passages.
Placing the golden door at the door of the room, he fetched a welding machine and welded the gaps on both sides with gold. After testing and finding that they were completely blocked, he stopped and called it a day.
“An abandoned building suddenly appeared on Ping An Road, and it is easy for people to spot the traces.”
Liang Xingyang walked out of the abandoned building, looked at the surrounding layout, and used supernatural power to change the landscape. , splicing the straight Ping An Road to another road.
Liang Wensong muttered: "Wealth and silk touch people's hearts, let alone three golden doors."
Liang Xingyang nodded, and the paper dust spread out, moving a large amount of soil over, directly burying the abandoned building, forming a hill.
Not only that, the surrounding terrain gradually increased, other buildings were raised more than ten meters, and the abandoned building was finally completely buried underground. (End of this chapter)