Chapter 455 Outdated Plan
Wang Chaling hesitated for a moment and nodded.
He looked carefully at the increasingly distorted world, where incomprehensible supernatural phenomena were taking place.
Yang Jian killed most of the people who were familiar with him. No matter how real the world is now, how shaken and unsteady his heart was before. After the dust settled at this moment, he began to want to escape from this world urgently.
The world in his eyes is changing...
The outline of a dark and gloomy old house is emerging, replacing this world.
Some kind of boundary is getting weaker and weaker, the intersection of the two scenes overlaps, and he comes to the junction of the supernatural.
As long as he takes one more step forward, he can escape from this fictional world and return to reality.
But the next moment.
He suddenly heard a dull sound of footsteps, as if a heavy corpse was approaching him.
Wang Chaling suddenly tensed up, and a creeping and spine-chilling fear filled his heart for no apparent reason, making him afraid to take this step.
Between the distorted and blurred world, a thin and terrifying figure was waving as if to say hello.
At this moment, on the roof of the ancient house.
Yang Jian and Liang Wensong stayed on the roof, squinting their eyes through the patio to peek at what was going on in the ancient house.
According to the original plan, they moved Safe House No. 4. Use a tool to leave a crack on the golden door, and align the crack with the courtyard of the ancient house. The evil ghost will wander out and fall naturally, and then use the hole to suppress it in the ancient house.
The process went smoothly and there were no surprises.
The huddled mummy lay motionless under the patio, like a stone covered with dust, losing the ability to move.
But even so, wisps of smoke are still rising from the dark eyes of the curled-up mummy, and the smoke is filled with traces of a surging crowd.
Fictional people seem to be crossing the boundary between reality and fiction to come to reality, but they are forcibly erased like stains and can never get out.
In the rising smoke, only an equally skinny and terrifying figure was left. He raised his arms covered with corpses and waved, constantly waving and fighting against the old man in the ancient house, but he still couldn't come down.
Yang Jian analyzed: "The degree of terror is not equal, and the Zhang Dong created by the supernatural cannot resist the Zhang Dong in the ancient house. If there is no accident, this terrifying ghost will be trapped in the ancient house and will never be able to turn around again."
Liang Xingyang frowned and said: "According to your According to the statement, the action of the main body's active intrusion seems a bit redundant."
Yang Jian shook his head and said: "I didn't say that. In fact, his containment played a crucial role, otherwise this supernatural confrontation would have happened. The outcome of the situation will not be clear yet.”
"According to the information provided by Liang Xingyang, the ghost driving the curled up mummy has since possessed the curse carrier. The supernatural power and supernatural fictional products that pull everything into consciousness have been suppressed by Zhang Dong, but you think, if there is no Liang Xingyang, Will the evil ghost know it? Directly target Zhang Dong and directly create countless fictional versions of him? "
"On the surface, the ghost was just confronting Zhang Dong, but in fact, the ghost had a conflict with Zhang Dong and Liang Xingyang. So it will lose quickly.”
Liang Wensong exclaimed and glanced at Yang Jian with admiration.
Yang Jian's talent for supernatural judgment and intuition has always been very high, which cannot be compensated by strength and experience.
"There is a new situation."
Yang Jian's eyes suddenly condensed, his ghost eyes turned, ignoring the interference of the environment, and detected the anomaly in the ancient house before Liang Wensong.
As far as the eye could see, a dim and illusory figure appeared strangely next to the curled-up mummy. It was Wang Chaling.
"Wang Chaling was trapped before, and now he is escaping from the world of consciousness!" Liang Wensong came to the conclusion, and his face was solemn the next second, "Zhang Dong waved."
Zhang Dong waved again , the supernatural phenomenon is like being wiped out by something, and can no longer invade the ancient house.
Wang Chaling's shadow disappeared completely in an instant, and the whole person was beaten back to the world of consciousness.
"It was a mistake. But the situation is in our favor. Lao Liang will definitely be able to analyze the current situation and concentrate on dealing with the evil spirits in his mind." Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.
Liang Wensong solemnly said: "I hope so."
...
"Ah..."
Wang Chaling was so frightened that her body was completely unable to move.
An indescribable and terrifying supernatural thing attacked him. The four ghosts on his body fell into a deep sleep after letting out a weird scream.
The four ghosts from the first and second generations of the Wang family also froze in place, seemingly losing their supernatural support.
Wang Chaling lost his balance on his feet and fell backwards.
With this pour, he immediately broke away from the intersection of consciousness and reality.
The scene of the gloomy old house disappeared quickly, and in just a moment, he returned to the fictional world.
Liang Xingyang's eyes flickered, looking at the scene in front of him, he came to the conclusion in his mind: "The ghost's carrier should not be in the safe house anymore, but has been moved to the ancient house."
But it's not time to think about it yet. While doing these things, he stretched out his hand to lift Wang Chaling up. The bright silver light was invading his body, expelling the terrifying supernatural power remaining in the latter's body.
"Hiss..."
Wang Chaling took a breath, his eyes were still full of fear, but he could also feel that his body was quickly regaining consciousness.
In a short while.
Liang Xingyang waved his hand to dissipate the silver light and asked: "Show what you saw using supernatural powers. I need first-hand information."
Wang Chaling didn't waste any time and immediately used his own supernatural powers. It affected the nearby light and air dust to reveal the bizarre scene he saw.
A blurry and eerie ancient house, at the intersection of illusion and reality, is a skinny and terrifying figure that keeps waving its hands.
“There is someone on the patio!”
Liang Xingyang’s eyes moved, and he noticed something unusual that was difficult to attract attention, and he had a guess in his heart.
Based on the information Wang Chaling found out, he had a vague understanding of the current situation. Zhang Dong is still able to move, which shows that he has a great advantage in the supernatural confrontation. The situation is developing according to the information reminder on the human skin paper, and the balance of victory is tilting towards them.
This time.
Wang Chaling couldn't wait any longer and asked eagerly: "How's it going? Have you found anything? Do we still have hope of escaping?"
He had a feeling in his heart that there was little hope of escaping.
The way out is blocked by a terrifying ghost. You must find another way to have a chance to escape.
"The previous plan is no longer applicable, and it will be a dead end if you go out." Liang Xingyang responded with a thoughtful look on his face.
Wang Chaling looked ugly: "At six o'clock in the afternoon, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out at all. What we have to do is to get rid of the old people blocking the road and open the road!"
"Beep..."
Liang Xingyang boarded the bus, sat in the driver's seat again, established contact with the fat corpse under the seat, sounded the weird hoarse horn, and then said to the people under the bus: "No It's a waste of time, and don't think about solving the old man blocking the road, because together we can't defeat it."
"But there is always a chance of survival, and we can escape by killing the source ghost in our consciousness. The only hope to leave here."
Wang Chaling's face was slightly gloomy, and he took the four ghosts of the first and second generations into the car and asked again: "How can we find the source of this fictional world in such a vast sea of people? Fierce ghost? "
Liang Xingyang did not answer, and a strange dark brown human skin appeared out of thin air in his hand. This was the human skin paper that Yang Jian carried with him, and it was also a product of supernatural fiction.
"Let the parchment hide no traps and answer one of my questions."
"Tell me how to find the ghost. You know what I'm asking."
There is sticky substance on his palm. The thick, black blood, the blood belonging to the ghost closet, is infecting this piece of human skin, and all the rules of the transaction are taking effect.
A line of black writing appeared on the human skin: "My name is Liang Xingyang. When you see this sentence, I am already dead..."
"I am trying to find and kill The source of this conscious world is a fierce ghost, but what I don’t know is that as long as I survive until six o’clock in the evening due to the malice of the world, it will naturally appear and kill me.”
"At ten past six, I am dead."
Under the prediction of the human skin paper, the death message appeared.
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