Chapter 458: Restricting Zhangdong
On a certain street in Dadong City.
A bus that looked rusty and should have been scrapped long ago was driving slowly. Through the window, you could see that the bus was full of passengers.
The carriage was as quiet as ever. Even though there were several ghost drivers inside, they were quietly recovering their strength and were always ready to face the crisis of overloading, stalling, or ghosts blocking the train.
That’s when.
Sudden.
The supernatural bus that was running normally sounded a weird horn sound, followed by a sudden brake, and the people and ghosts in the vehicle began to shake involuntarily.
"What's going on? Has something happened?" For a moment, everyone in the carriage became panicked and anxious.
“Look ahead.”
After the supernatural bus stopped suddenly, it slowed down, and everyone saw an incredible scene.
There is a rusty bus parked on the road in front. The strange thing is that the bus blocking the road looks exactly the same as the bus everyone is riding. They were all guessing that the supernatural bus was forced to brake suddenly because it did not want to hit the car blocking the road in front.
“Look at the car on the opposite side, someone is getting off.”
“Who can guarantee that it is a person getting off? Don’t be that kind of ominous thing.”
"What is that man doing? Is he eating?"
Everyone's eyes were wide open, watching the man in front of him chewing off a twisted and dirty long sword bit by bit, full of surprise and uncertainty.
Is it possible for humans to do such weird behavior?
If we rule out the possibility that the other party is a human, then what is blocking the road is a ghost?
A ghost blocking the car?
After Liang Xingyang ate Ye Zhen’s supernatural sword, his belly bulged slightly and then quickly recovered, and his blue-black face began to undergo new supernatural changes.
Invisible, intangible.
Two mortal supernatural beings became one of his puzzle pieces.
"Beep..."
The two yellow lights of the fictional bus shrouded his body, and he could only feel a slight restraint and suppression, which could not affect his actions at all.
"Seven forty-three."
Liang Xingyang counted the time silently in his heart, looking at the oncoming bus, his dark eyes instantly turned strangely scarlet.
As far as the eye can see, the haze spreads.
The thick haze was like a huge wave, instantly engulfing the bus in front, pulling it into the ghost world. At the same time, waves of thick smoke and fire swept across the bus, as if it had become a fire scene.
The haze blocked everything.
"Tap tap tap~"
Heavy footsteps sounded in the ghost world, and there were waves of bus horns. The supernatural bus breaks the boundary between reality and supernatural beings, but is blocked by layers of haze, making it impossible to escape.
The layers of haze are extremely thick. This characteristic comes from the way that mirror ghosts superimpose ghost ghosts.
Liang Xingyang violently opened the car door with both hands, strode into the car, went directly to the driver's seat, and grabbed a fat male corpse from underneath.
The fingers pierced the fat, and the coffin-nail suppression was taking effect. The bus ghost fell into a deep sleep without having time to struggle.
"Who are you?"
The haze poured into the car, and a blazing flame instantly ignited. Everyone, whether they were people or ghosts, was ignited, and someone asked loudly and wailing in pain.
Liang Xingyang looked back, his scarlet eyes were strangely penetrating, and there was no trace of a living person in them.
"Ah..."
Weird screams rang out from the wailing in the carriage, and the curse of death instantly attacked humans and ghosts, and no one was spared.
No one asked anymore.
Liang Xingyang turned his head, opened his green-black mouth, revealing the dark and deep throat inside, and swallowed the sleeping bus ghost.
My stomach swelled rapidly and it took a while for it to return to normal.
The level of terror has risen crazily again.
At this moment, he felt full and couldn't eat anything anymore. But after digestion was completed, he felt hungry again.
And the level of horror is too high. In addition to the ghost shadow itself, which is a puzzle piece of the mirror ghost, the ghost heart and ghost blood stored in the body of the living person have not been spared. They have been reduced to a puzzle piece under the erosion of the starving ghost. .
“I got Yang Jian’s part of the ghost lake puzzle, plus my own ghost lake, and the ghost lake in this world is completely under my control.”
Liang Xingyang slowly stepped off the fictional bus and looked at the bus brought in from reality with his scarlet eyes parked aside.
As soon as his eyes moved, the haze instantly covered the bus in reality and was imprisoned in the mirror space inside his body.
Liang Xingyang ate the ghost mirror that contained 60% of the ghost's blood. The sound of the mirror cracking was heard in his stomach, and a strong and dull heartbeat came from the ghost's heart.
“The ghost lake and ghost blood merge into a blood lake. If I superimpose the number of myself, I may immediately break the endurance limit of this world, causing the supernatural puzzle pieces on my body to collapse and be damaged.”
Every time he takes a step, there will be a blue-black footprint under his feet. The footprints are wet and leaking, and there is a terrible supernatural being stored on them. Once touched, it is likely to be stained with a terrible curse.
Scarlet eyes moved, and the figure disappeared from the place.
Thick haze passed over several cities at an incredible speed. The cities that were originally slightly prosperous and full of life suddenly became dead and silent, and countless people began to have weird pregnancies.
With cries of pain, countless ghost babies burst out of their bellies. As if instructions were left in their minds, these ghost babies gathered together towards a city.
Seven fifty.
Zhongjiang City.
The door of a Chinese medicine shop opened and two figures came out.
One is a woman in her thirties, with a fairly slim figure. One is an old man with wrinkles on his face, loose skin, and a corpse odor. He is so old that he needs a cane to walk.
In the open space in front of the door, a woman with a voluptuous figure wearing a red cheongsam has been waiting for a long time.
Sister Hong was silent for a while and said: "That young man has grown to a very powerful level. We need to wake up some old friends."
Zhang Bohua sighed and said: "This is the last time. Once.”
Xiaoru supported the old man and carried the medicine box on his back. He was silent and did not speak. It seemed that he wanted to go with him.
"Let's go."
Sister Hong was smiling, and the cheongsam on her body emitted a faint red light. After the ghost enveloped the old man and Xiaoru, the three figures disappeared.
A minute later, they appeared in Zhongzhou City.
“Ghost!”
Sister Hong looked solemnly at the haze and ghosts that blocked Zhongzhou City. The red light emitted by the cheongsam could not penetrate.
But at this time.
She seemed to notice something, stretched out her hand to grab it, and a baby with blue and black skin appeared out of thin air in her hand.
"Wow, quack, quack..."
The ghost baby let out a weird cry, its short and fat hands and feet kept struggling, and its eyelids blinked, revealing a pair of dark and ferocious eyes.
Zhang Bohua frowned, stretched out his hand to grab it, and found a strange blue-black baby in his hand. However, compared to the one in Sister Hong's hand, the ghost baby he caught was a little thinner.
The ghost baby did not struggle in his hands. Under the strange fragrance of medicine, it fell into a deep sleep with a peaceful expression on its face.
After looking at it carefully for a while, a look of surprise appeared on his wrinkled face. Using his own supernatural power, the ghost baby showed strange supernatural phenomena in his hands. The sleeping ghost baby grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it grew into an adult overnight, from a baby to an adult.
And Zhang Bohua’s fingers pinched the young starving ghost’s wrist, as if sensing something like a pulse.
After a while, an incredible look of shock appeared on his face.
"This is a supernatural product. The level of terror in the infant state is very low, but the growth rate is extremely high. If it eats any ghost, it can directly grow into a real ghost. It will have the characteristics of a ghost and become invulnerable. Kill." he concluded.
Sister Hong's heart sank: "It seems that we are a step late. The young man seems to be able to predict the future and has made arrangements in advance. Maybe he is waiting for us to fall into his trap."
Then, a puppet walked out from behind her.
The puppet is changing and becomes an old man on crutches.
If Liang Xingyang were here, he would definitely recognize this person’s identity: Mr. Qin.
After a while.
Mr. Qin foresaw the future, and finally shook his head with a sigh, saying with a sad and joyful attitude: "The result is not good. In the face of absolute strength, the future cannot be changed. Countless of your actions have ended in failure. No one survived.”
“Boom!”
The crutches hit the ground, and through the supernatural influence, pictures of the future appeared in front of everyone.
Thick haze enveloped the city, and the sky and earth turned blue and black.
The fire was burning and the smoke was billowing. It was a scene like the end of the world.
The puppet's severed limbs were scattered all over the floor, Xiaoru's body was separated and died tragically, and even Sister Hong and Zhang Bohua were finally defeated by a person shrouded in haze, whose appearance could not be seen clearly, and the supernatural powers on his body continued It was stolen and became the nourishment of evil ghosts.
In the last scene, the ancient house collapsed.
Sister Hong had an expression of disbelief on her face: "It's impossible, right?"
Xiaoru backed away, her face pale.
Zhang Bohua asked with an ugly face: "Is there any chance of improvement?"
The two of them joined forces and turned out to be no match for each other, which was embarrassing. If it weren't for the future he got from Mr. Qin, he wouldn't be able to believe this result.
After hearing this, Mr. Qin looked thoughtful, and after a while he spoke again: "Wait, wait for thirty minutes, the dead me will drive the ghost ship to land, and you guys will take the opportunity to board the ghost ship, and maybe there will be a turn for the better. . ”
The future involves himself, and his prediction is interrupted by interference, and he can no longer predict further results.
Sister Hong was silent for a moment and said: "Then just wait."
Time passes minute by minute.
The time came to eight o'clock.
“The soul boy’s one-hour prediction was disturbed by a more powerful prediction. Was it Mr. Qin who landed on the ghost ship, or was it Sister Hong’s puppet that changed?”
Liang Xingyang is shrouded in a thick haze. , standing alone on a tall building, his eyes were everywhere in the haze and ghosts, and no disturbance in the city could be hidden from his sight.
Downstairs, there are thousands of ghost children and countless ghost babies. These derivative ghosts did not devour the ghosts, but their memories were modified by the ghost newspaper and were temporarily controlled by him.
He pondered for a while, then left the roof and appeared downstairs, letting the gathered ghost babies and ghost children disperse, revealing a full-body golden coffin underneath, as well as six pieces of special golden protective clothing.
The heavy gold coffin is the container he plans to use to imprison Zhang Dong.
Liang Xingyang sank the golden coffin into the ghost lake and gave an order: "Put on these clothes and follow me!"
Soon.
Six ghost boys put on protective clothing and stood behind him.
The closed protective clothing originally designed for adults is so heavy that even adults may not be able to move freely when wearing it.
But now when it is worn on Ghost Boy, it only looks a little baggy, and the weight of the clothes does not hinder movement at all.
Liang Xingyang just glanced at it, and after seeing that everything was ready, he used the power of the supernatural bus to break the boundary between reality and supernatural beings, changing the positions where the six ghost children stood, and letting them appear on the roof of the ancient house with him.
Liang Xingyang stood on the roof, his scarlet eyes peering through the patio at the situation inside the ancient house.
The situation is probably the same as before. There is a black Taishi chair placed in the hall, and a corpse covered with corpses is sitting stiffly on it. His dead and numb eyes have been staring at the door of the ancient house, waiting for someone to visit.
On the ground near the patio, an old ship's rudder and a gray-white stone statue were quietly staying in place.
He withdrew his gaze and let the water flow out. A pair of pale arms under the water stretched out, lifted the golden coffin out, and threw it under the patio.
“Bang.”
After a loud noise, the golden coffin fell smoothly into the ancient house. The floor tiles were smashed into pieces, and even the coffin lid fell off.
However, the huge movement only caused Zhang Dong's body to move and not stand up.
When Liang Xingyang saw this, his eyes moved slightly and he said: "The six of you go down and use the ladder to help me bring out the rudder and the statue."
The protective clothing did not block the sound, and the six ghost children heard it command, he immediately jumped off the patio without hesitation and entered Zhang Dong's field of vision.
On the roof.
Liang Xingyang squinted his eyes, watching what might happen.
Sure enough, something broke into the ancient house, which immediately attracted attention.
Zhang Dong stood up slowly on the black Taishi chair, raised his arms covered with corpse spots, and waved to the six ghost children, as if erasing the stains in front of his eyes.
However, the gold is isolated from the supernatural influence and still shines brightly without any trace of oxidation and corrosion.
The ghost boy's actions were not hindered at all. He obediently followed the order, picked up the rudder, and then used a ladder to transport the things out.
Zhang Dong continued to wave, as if saying goodbye.
One minute later.
Liang Xingyang successfully received the rudder first, and used the bus ghost to suppress the captain who was recovering rapidly.
The supernatural wrestling soon decided the winner.
The rudder, which was originally shaking violently and emitting a thin black mist, quickly calmed down, and finally only had intermittent and slight shaking.
"Without superimposing numbers, the captain can be suppressed by just using the supernatural power of the bus. If I go all out..."
Liang Xingyang shook his hand hard, I saw the thin black fog dissipating, and the ship's rudder fell into complete silence.
Without hesitation, he ate the rudder.
The living wisdom stolen by the captain was erased by the ghost, the supernatural being was forcibly digested, and turned into one of the puzzle pieces of the starving ghost.
Immediately afterwards, he ate the statue.
The belly swelled quickly and then subsided quickly.
"Put the body in a golden coffin."
Following his order, the six ghost boys took action again.
They quickly approached the corpse, used gold to isolate the supernatural influence, and used their body power to move Zhang Dong's corpse.
The ghost boy was moving Zhang Dong's body little by little, but the body was so heavy that it could only move very little.
Liang Xingyang breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: "The strength of a living person cannot move a corpse affected by supernatural beings. Fortunately, I used a ghost boy. Fortunately, Zhang Dong does not have the characteristics of wandering around and follows his instincts during his lifetime. Stay in the ancient house, otherwise this overly idealistic plan will be impossible to succeed."
It is only a short dozen meters from the hall to the patio, but it took a full twenty minutes.
Zhang Dong's body was moved in front of the golden coffin, but with the combined efforts of the six ghost boys, they could not push it down.
Liang Xingyang could only use his voice to guide the ghost boy to erect the golden coffin, and then push the coffin to put the hole in it.
“Bang.”
The thick golden coffin lid was inserted and closed vertically, making a tight fit.
Under the new instructions, the ghost boy tied four long ropes to the coffin to seal the coffin tightly to prevent the contents inside from coming out.
After doing all this, some kind of supernatural being around him was fading away, and the darkness and silence that shrouded the ancient house gradually disappeared.
Liang Xingyang waited cautiously for a few minutes, and only after finding no new changes did he show excitement on his face.
His head moved, and his scarlet eyes ignored the distance limit and looked at the six graves in the clearing behind the forest.
Thanks to Lian 0 Ashbel for the reward and the crazy handsome guy for the reward of 100 points.
(End of this chapter)