Chapter 404 Empty
"Is it true that people who don't cover their faces with yellow paper will be targeted by evil spirits?" Liang Xingyang was surprised.
In just a few moments, the originally silent county town became extremely lively. Dense footsteps sounded, followed by countless strange figures with their faces covered in yellow paper walking out of various buildings.
The ghosts pouring out of the entire town gathered together, forming a supernatural pressure that could not be underestimated. Even the silver ghosts were torn apart.
This is because the number of stacks of mirror ghosts is not enough. If you want to maintain ghost ghosts, the number of stacks cannot be less than those ghosts with faces covered with yellow paper.
"More people bully fewer people? Fortunately, I also have a lot of helpers."
Liang Xingyang smiled and did not panic. The silver light flashed behind him, and suddenly there were cold figures.
As these figures dispersed, the images became clear from blur and gradually appeared in front of them.
A woman is wearing a red wedding dress, her facial features are blurred, only a pair of white and cold hands are extremely real, one has a black face and is shrouded in a coffin-shaped darkness and cannot see her true appearance, and the other is skinny and smelly. , like a village woman, a young man covered in blue and black, with a crystal necklace hanging around his neck, exuding haze.
Immediately.
The four replaced terrifying ghosts immediately took action.
As if walking out of a painting, strange women in red wedding dresses began to appear nearby, with more and more numbers. They stretched out their white and cold palms and pointed towards a person. A man with a face covered in yellow paper waved.
Suddenly, a coffin-shaped dense dark ghost swarmed towards the ghosts on the road, like a black hole in the abyss, and put a quarter of the number of ghosts into the ghost.
The old man, who was skinny and smelly and looked like a village woman, also took action at this moment, walking as heavy as a corpse and approaching silently. Many ghosts whose faces were covered with yellow paper were fading, as if they were being replaced, and old men with black and white bodies floating in mid-air emerged out of thin air.
After a while, the cries of strange babies sounded, penetrating and terrifying. In the place where the haze passed, dead babies crawled everywhere, countless children covered in black and blue, and a large number of cold and strange young people began to appear densely, and the sound of surging footsteps resounded throughout the county.
Immediately afterwards, illusory Liang Xingyang appeared one by one, replacing these ghost babies, ghost boys, and young starving ghosts, and opened his dark mouth towards a group of ghosts whose faces were covered with yellow paper.
“It’s just a good time to use this county to test my strength.”
Liang Xingyang put his hands in his pockets and looked indifferently at the terrifying and supernatural scene in front of him.
This ghost town has been filled with densely packed supernatural figures. It seems that there are four terrifying ghosts: ghost painting, ghost messenger, resurrected Meng Xiaodong, and starving ghost. But strictly speaking, there is actually only one source.
Even in the supernatural circle during the Republic of China, such terrifying strength was enough to create subversive fear and sweep across an era.
But for each supernatural era, this is just a drop in the ocean. This is also the reason why the ghost controllers during the Republic of China could not end the supernatural, but could only seal off an era of supernatural beings.
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On the roof of an ordinary building, there is an eye-catching, extremely bright red figure.
Sister Hong tensed up, overlooking the countless terrifying battlefields below. Such a terrifying scene, even if Zhang Youhong were to see it in person, would definitely send chills down his spine.
Perhaps it cannot be called a battlefield, more like a one-sided meat grinding ground.
There is a dangerous supernatural confrontation going on below. If you fall, your body may be gone in a few seconds, and the supernatural power on your body will be taken away.
In less than a minute, the county town was cleared of ghosts.
The most bizarre thing is that the various strange figures that have swallowed up countless yellow paper-faced ghosts are walking towards the tiny figure next to the bus like hundreds of rivers converging.
It's like a hidden ghost world over there, with a vast space that can't be filled.
"This guy..."
Sister Hong stood in front of the red wooden door with a complex expression and was stunned for a full minute, unable to even utter a complete sentence.
Five minutes later, she slowly calmed down her violent emotions, and she was able to calmly take out a copper key and open the copper lock on the red wooden door.
Pushing open this wooden door with many strange marks, there is rich darkness inside.
Sister Hong was wearing high heels, not very good, and she felt melancholy.
The next second, she walked into the darkness.
"Chichi..."
A supernatural phenomenon occurred. The old-fashioned light bulb above the head flashed and emerged from the darkness. Under the illumination of the light, the outline of the room became clear, and rows of old wooden bed.
These wooden boats are neatly arranged, with dusty corpses placed on them. There are men and women, most of them are relatively young, and they are all dressed in the style of the Republic of China.
But their biggest similarity is that their faces are covered with pieces of old yellow paper.
Sister Hong murmured in a low voice: "The ghosts in the entire county have been alarmed. Only they have not woken up. I still have hope."
The people on the wooden beds all fell into a deep sleep of suspended animation. No one helped them tear off the yellow paper on their faces, which meant that they would all continue to sleep.
The arrival of Sister Hong was to break this balance. She stretched out her hand and tore off a piece of yellow paper from the face of a female corpse.
The face of a young woman was revealed under the yellow paper. She looked to be only about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The next moment, the woman opened her eyes and seemed to be resurrected.
However, it failed. The body seemed to be instantly weathered, suddenly collapsed into dust, collapsed and disappeared.
Sister Hong quickly stretched out her hand to hold her back, but she could only get a handful of dust. Her whole body was frozen, as if she had turned into a sculpture.
For a while, there was no sadness or happiness on her face, and she turned around to tear off the yellow paper as the ghost controller.
Ordinary people die the moment they lose supernatural support, but ghost masters may be able to persevere.
"Hu Zongshang, Zhang Yi..."
Sister Hong read the names of five people, but only reached out and tore off the yellow paper on Hu Zongshang's face.
She wanted to verify whether it was a human or a ghost who revived after breaking the balance.
As the second piece of yellow paper was torn off, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, woke up from his deep sleep, and immediately saw Sister Hong: "Zhang Youhong, how long have I been sleeping?"
Sister Hong said nothing and looked at him calmly.
Hu Zongshang climbed down from the wooden bed and asked again in an emotionless tone: "Zhang Youhong, why don't you answer my question?"
As soon as this sentence came out in the dim room, , the atmosphere became eerie.
"You have been sleeping for seventy or eighty years. I can't count the specific days." Sister Hong probed, "Do you still remember your favorite food before?"
Hu Zongshang said: "The one from Zuixianlou Sweet and Sour Fish. Why are you asking me this question? The most important thing now is to resurrect your teammates.”
Sister Hong showed a hint of joy on her face. She reached out to tear off the yellow paper on Zhang Yi's face, but suddenly paused, turned her head and said, "Hu Zongshang, can you close one eye?"
< br>At this moment, Sister Hong had one eye open and one eye closed, looking at Hu Zongshang in a strange way. The ghost controlled by the latter is an eyelid ghost. Turning a blind eye will trigger a terrible killing pattern.
Hu Zongshang's expression was numb and he did not answer. However, his eyes suddenly became dark, as if he had been stimulated by something. He stared at Sister Hong, as if he was restraining something.
Sister Hong sighed, and at this moment she believed Guigui's judgment.
The ghost with the wisdom of a living person can consciously postpone the attack after triggering the killing pattern, but the rigid expression cannot fool her.
"Zhang Youhong, you have changed!" Hu Zongshang said coldly.
"It's not me that has changed, it's you that have changed."
As soon as she finished speaking, the sad look on Sister Hong's face faded, and she suddenly became cold.
Puppet figures emerged one by one and walked over to surround Hu Zongshang. (End of this chapter)