Chapter 459 Boat and Lake
Zhang Dong was sealed behind the golden coffin, and the darkness and deathly silence that had been shrouding the ancient house disappeared.
However, without Zhang Dong's suppression, the nearby woods quickly became more gloomy and dim. Waves of cold wind blew from the depths of the woods. As the sound of the wind became louder and louder, there were also waves of faint crying inside.
Not only that, there were also weird screams, painful wails, and piercing laughter coming from deep in the woods.
As trees collapsed one after another, corpses in the mud pits below were directly exposed. The corpses that could not rot were struggling to get up. The ghost began to recover quickly after losing its suppression.
Liang Xingyang looked around and saw the overwhelming blue-black haze spreading over the sky, covering the entire ghost forest like a thick fog.
Soon.
Fires quickly lit up in the haze, and the ghost forest was ignited.
The raging fire intensified, with terrifying heat waves and billowing smoke rising straight into the sky, like a forest fire, burning everything crazily.
Most of the ghosts were immediately suppressed by the fire and fell into a deep sleep in the mud as soon as they recovered. Only a few terrible ghosts could run in the fire and try to escape from this terrible sea of fire.
But the ghosts blocked the surrounding area. The longer the ghosts stayed in the sea of fire, the greater the probability of being engulfed by the flames. In the end, they could only freeze in place, unable to move.
It didn’t take long.
The eerie blue light and hot fire waves spread along the supernatural traces and burned directly to the door of the ancient house.
The heavy wooden door was ignited, and the old blue brick wall was also ignited... Hot fire poured in from the cracks in the door, and eerie blue flames spread faster and faster.
Dark smoke poured into the door, and the ground of the ancient house turned into a sea of fire. The fire spread to the hall, and the rooms in the corridors on both sides were also engulfed in fire.
"Ah..."
There were weird screams and wails coming from deep in the corridor.
Soon, the fire climbed up the wall and spread to the roof, and the fire began to get out of control. The entire ancient house was shrouded in fire, but a golden coffin placed in the patio remained motionless and unaffected by the flames.
"Burn it, burn all the filth stored in the ancient house."
At this moment, Liang Xingyang stood in the open space in the middle of the old forest, looking up at the ancient fire burning not far away. Zhai, whispered.
Then he looked back at the six tombs nearby.
The ghost mirror shows reality, there are no ghosts in the grave.
This is the tomb of Zhang Dong, Zhang Youhong, Luo Qian, Luo Wensong, Meng Xiaodong, and Li Qingzhi. What is buried is not a ghost, but a glorious past.
For example, Li Qingzhi’s corpse is wandering deep in the Caesar Hotel, Meng Xiaodong’s corpse is confined in the ghost mirror, Luo Qian’s corpse is in the endless cemetery, and even Luo Wensong’s corpse has turned into a knocker. Wandering around the world.
“If you can digest the evil ghosts controlled by the older generation and integrate the supernatural powers of the seven people into one, I don’t know how terrifying it will be.”
Liang Xingyang felt a little regretful. Instead of the supernatural product ghost baby, the opportunity to eat unlimited ghosts did not come often. The cost of doing so was too high.
After reading this, he lowered his head and looked at the watch on his wrist.
I saw that the time had quietly arrived at eight-twenty.
At this time, the thick haze hanging over the city began to change.
High in the sky, the layers of extremely thick blue-black haze in the distance were squeezed and broken by a huge ship, creating a huge gap.
Accompanied by a clicking sound, it sounded like a mirror being broken, and like a ship navigating through the ice with difficulty on the sea.
From the gap that penetrated from high in the sky, a faint light poured in, seeming to bring a glimmer of hope to this city full of deathly silence.
“It’s finally here!”
Liang Xingyang’s face darkened, and his scarlet eyes ignored the distance limit and spied the arrival of the ghost ship.
A hazy and cold scarlet lake surface emerged under his feet, like a huge red cloud lifting him up little by little, fearlessly resisting the huge ghost ship swooping down.
At this moment, smallness and hugeness seemed like an exquisite scene.
At this moment, the ancient house that had existed for an unknown period of time finally collapsed under the continuous burning of the fire, and the golden coffin was buried.
Liang Xingyang’s eyes moved, and his scarlet gaze swept across. The blue-black haze spread over and over again, like an endless wave swallowing up the approaching ghost ship.
Dark, deep, green and black.
The cold atmosphere spread, and the thick haze completely swallowed up the light. At this moment, the city buildings that had been silent for a long time seemed to be fished out of the dye vat, stained with rich green and black.
Crawling ghost babies and walking ghost children kept appearing one after another, and the ghosts came with the help of the haze. Crowds of people followed the haze, trying to rush into the ghost ship and devour the ghosts.
Crash...
The blood lake surged, setting off huge waves, and rushed towards the ghost ship crazily, quickly turning the ship red.
Countless scarlet water ghosts swallowed in the lake water, climbed onto the boat hand and foot, leaving scarlet slap marks on the hull.
Sister Hong and Zhang Bohua could not help but be moved by this terrifying scene, their expressions were solemn, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing.
Xiaoru's eyes were filled with fear and her body was trembling slightly.
The blood waves kept rolling underneath, and the sound of crashing could be heard endlessly. The lake surface fluctuated from shallow to deep, and waves hit the ship, preventing the ship from sailing.
However, the ghost ship was not swallowed by the blood lake and could still keep sailing. The area where the ship's hull was dyed red reached a certain limit and then stopped. The thin black mist that filled the entire body blocked the blue-black haze. , also isolated countless ghost babies and ghost children, and the boat riding the wind and waves even crushed the scarlet water ghosts who were trying to climb onto the boat.
But even so, Zhang Bohua remained expressionless, without any trace of joy, and sighed deeply: "That young man has mastered unprecedented supernatural powers. I can see that the ghost ship is trapped."< br>
Sister Hong stood quietly on the boat He looked ahead with his head in the distance, but his vision was blocked by the haze. He said in a heavy tone: "The ghost ship can enter the boundary between reality and illusion, but Lao Qin, who is driving the ghost ship, did not do so. It is most likely that he was blocked by the haze and was unable to do so. .”
Endless haze blocked the lake, and scarlet arms stretched out from under the lake, like bright flowers on the other side swaying constantly.
At this time, they seemed to be on a ghost ship leading to the endless underworld. The road ahead was long, blocked by haze, and they didn't know what their end would be.
Zhang Bohua said: "This situation is the most fatal. You are trapped in the opponent's preset battlefield and cannot escape. Once the balance is broken, the ship will be destroyed and everyone will die."
Sister Hong wrinkled He frowned, feeling like he couldn't find any good solution.
At this moment, Xiaoru held on to the railing and suddenly exclaimed: "The boat is leaking."
A small crack opened on the deck, but this crack was gradually expanding uncontrollably, and scarlet lake water gurgled out.
Sister Hong's figure appeared out of thin air. After looking at it for a while, she took out an embroidered handkerchief from her pocket and wrapped it around her palm to touch the crack.
"Tear..."
The embroidered handkerchief seemed to be stained with a terrible curse, and suddenly a tear was torn out, and the tear spread to both sides, directly tearing it in half.
The remaining supernatural power was consumed, and the cracks in the splint no longer expanded.
Sister Hong embroidered the handkerchief with some distress, but after a moment of hesitation, she stuffed the damaged embroidered handkerchief into the crack to block the opening and prevent the lake from overflowing. She said, "It's a curse that dismembers everything. There's that hatchet on it." There are supernatural traces, but they only account for a quarter."
Zhang Bohua came over with a cane and said with a puzzled face: "How did the young man get around it? We destroyed the hull?”
“He ate another powerful captain and gained authority no less than mine. This was his attempt, and it was obviously successful. After stealing the captain’s supernatural powers, he also Can control this ghost ship."
A hoarse voice that did not sound like a living person sounded, and Mr. Qin with a rotten face appeared beside them out of thin air. After he died, he turned into a fierce ghost with the wisdom of a living person. Under the influence of the maliciousness of the world, he also targeted Liang Xingyang.
Sister Hong was silent for a moment and asked: "What is he doing, and is there any way to stop him?"
No one answered.
Old Qin stared ahead with his empty and numb eyes, and several illusory figures appeared around him. These were all his future selves, gathered together, as if communicating.
But the next moment.
The thin black fog covering the hull suddenly tore open, and suddenly, a large amount of thick haze poured in.
“Wow quack quack…”
Weird and evil cries sounded, and the crowds of ghost babies and ghost children followed the haze into the ghost ship. Countless pairs of eyes as black as ink flashed through the haze, densely packed and extremely penetrating.
"Leave it to me."
Sister Hong's face was cold, and several puppets walked out from behind, all of them transformed into Luo Wensong and Luo Qian to deal with the ghost babies and ghost children pouring into the ship.
Dense darkness shrouded the sky, containing a superimposed mortal curse.
The surging grave soil dispelled the haze, instantly burying countless ghost babies.
But the next second, the ghost ship's target fell on the puppet man. Luo Wensong and Luo Qian's actions were disrupted, and their supernatural powers were rapidly weakening.
The darkness is dissipating and the grave soil is retreating.
But soon, more puppets appeared, chasing the ghost babies one by one.
The openings of the black mist cannot be blocked, and the haze spreads everywhere.
Zhang Bohua leaned on crutches and approached the crack in the black mist. A strange medicinal fragrance spread from his body, and the cold breath affected the surroundings.
A large number of ghost babies fell from the thick haze, as if there was a heavy blue-black rain. These ghost babies were sleeping peacefully.
Ghost babies and ghost children are very capable of growth. If they were allowed to board a ghost ship, hundreds of ghosts on the ship would probably be devoured, and countless horrific supernatural events would result.
At this time, the supernatural phenomena that appeared around Mr. Qin also dissipated, and the illusory figures disappeared one after another.
“Not optimistic, the other party has predicted the future in advance, and now he has all the advantages, moving faster and faster, unstoppable. The future I foresaw is not good, he is secretly stealing the ghost ship’s supernatural power and keeping it on the ship. There is no chance of winning at all."
With a cold voice without any emotion, Mr. Qin revealed a relatively bad future, and then tapped the crutch in his hand, hoping to heal the black fog on the ship's hull through his influence. of cracks.
But it failed.
Liang Xingyang’s captain authority is higher than that.
After ten minutes, the ghost ship sailing normally became slower and slower, but it was not Mr. Qin who moved it, but a crack appeared in the bottom of the ship.
The hull is being damaged, and the ghost ship's supernatural power seems to be passing away little by little. After losing the supernatural support, it can no longer maintain it and becomes decayed and dilapidated.
Sister Hong, Zhang Bohua and the others felt something was wrong, and hurriedly looked for traces of Liang Xingyang everywhere on the ship, but could not find them.
An hour later.
Mr. Qin spoke again: "He must be hiding somewhere on the ship, but he is hiding very deep."
"If we can't stay any longer, I will bury him in the lake of blood." . ”
Sister Hong’s face became extremely cold, her high heels clicked on the deck, and countless puppets walked out from behind. After changing her appearance, she turned into an old man with dark eyes and corpse spots.
The owner of the Endless Cemetery, Luo Qian.
"Thump thump..."
Countless Luo Qian jumped off the ghost ship on his own initiative, just like dumplings. With the sound of falling into the water, they sank into the blood lake.
After a while, cold, dirty and smelly grave soil accumulated at the bottom of the lake, and the tip of the iceberg was exposed directly on the lake.
The continuous grave soil is spreading rapidly, and there is a strong tendency to fill up the ghost lake.
Sister Hong jumped off the ghost ship with Xiaoru, stepped on the cold grave soil with red high heels, and said with a gloomy face: "Unless Zhang Dong takes action personally, no one can break this layer of haze. We are trapped here and can’t get out, so we can’t find Zhang Dong’s body, and the whole thing has fallen into an endless loop.”
"That junior is very good at ghosts, and ghosts can block an area, trap us first, and then slaughter us. This tactic is very restraint for us." Zhang Bohua looked ugly and jumped off the ghost ship with a cane.
Mr. Qin also got off the boat with an expressionless face and was forced to give up control of the ghost ship and came to the continuous graveyard.
Nearby, the turbulent and cold tomb soil is still expanding crazily.
Soon, the huge blood lake turned into an endless cemetery. Countless tombs with blank tombstones were oozing scarlet and smelly water, but they were soon covered by the surging soil. Buried again.
Sister Hong silently commanded countless Luo Qian to let the surging grave soil swallow up the blood lake, and then tried to engulf the ghost ship again.
It was a fight that even she didn't know would work.
Ten minutes later.
Not far away, half of the ghost ship sank into the graveyard.
However, as time went by, the hull looked more damaged and even tilted. The smell of old decay became stronger and stronger, and the supernatural power that maintained the ghost ship was seriously lost.
And the vast and thick haze hanging over the head showed no sign of dissipating. This was bad news. The grave soil did not prevent the other party from encroaching on the ghost ship.
At this moment, everyone seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloom, their moods were low, and they were silently waiting for the calm to pass and to welcome the coming storm.
The grave soil continued to engulf the ghost ship, but signs of a surging crowd suddenly appeared on the deck of the ship's hull, and the number seemed to be quite large.
These were nourished by the evil ghosts on the ship, and they grew into adult starving ghosts one after another. They stood on the boat, staring at the person standing on the grave with their dark eyes.
Breathing the haze, a terrible killing pattern is being triggered.
The starving ghosts on the boat disappeared one by one, shifted their positions through the haze, and rushed towards Sister Hong and her party.
However, everything was buried in the endless cemetery, and the blood lake was filled in. In the end, these hungry ghosts did not cause any trouble.
Suddenly.
There was a slight change in Mr. Qin's stiff and rotten face, and he said: "He ate all the ghost ships, and he is coming."
As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed that something had started An ominous signal.
In the eyes of everyone, the ghost ship with most of its hull embedded in the grave fell apart strangely, and the rotten wooden boards even turned directly into dust, temporarily covering the wreckage of the ghost ship in dust.
Amidst the large dust, a blue-black figure stepped on the cold and dirty grave soil under his feet and slowly walked out.
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(End of this chapter)