Chapter 464 New Life
Yang Jian sat on the roof, thinking about clues in his mind.
The human skin paper reminds a lot of information, especially two important time points, 6:10 pm and 12:00 pm.
It is now past 6:10. If the human skin paper's calculation is correct, Liang Xingyang's life has ended in the process of controlling the curse.
They took the initiative to pull the cursed mirror ghost out of the ancient house, which allowed the ghost to escape Zhang Dong's suppression and quickly revive, posing a serious threat to life.
Therefore, all actions cannot be carried out until at least twelve o'clock in the evening to prevent accidents from happening midway and damaging the driving that may continue.
“Twelve o’clock?” Liang Wensong’s expression changed.
He thought for a long time, and then the gloom on his face gradually became calm.
Waiting for six long hours was naturally a difficult decision, but he could only choose to trust Yang Jian's judgment.
He had been constantly calculating Liang Xingyang's thinking pattern in his mind, trying to find the latter's plan to control the curse.
But the final result is failure, entering a dangerous fictional world with no hope of survival, let alone trying to control the curse.
At this time, Wang Chaling sighed quietly and asked: "What if the person has not come back to life when twelve o'clock comes?"
This sentence is very obvious. He was asking Yang Jian. Only Yang Jian could make the decision, but he had to consider the situation when the person was not awake.
When twelve o'clock arrives, it means that Liang Xingyang probably failed to control the curse, and he may even have died at six ten.
Yang Jian glanced calmly and said lightly: "There is no evidence to prove that the person is dead. When it comes to supernatural beings, the result is always full of uncertainty. If there is still no evidence before a new day comes, There is no result, I plan to bring the mirror ghost out to see if it is a human or a ghost."
"This is too dangerous..."
Wang Chaling's eyes narrowed, and he immediately wanted to warn him, but he opened his mouth, but did not continue to speak out his objections.
Would rather face danger than bring the ghost out of the ancient house to verify the results. He felt that Yang Jian valued Liang Xingyang. Even if he strongly opposed it, he probably wouldn't be able to stop them from doing this.
After twelve o'clock that night, do you want to participate?
He has personally been attacked by a curse and is full of fear of the fictional world. If Liang Xingyang hadn't rescued him, he might have died in it.
At this moment, he was entangled and hesitant.
If the fourth generation of the Wang family has been born, he can leave the first and second generations of the Wang family behind without hesitation and accompany Yang Jian on his adventure.
But the reality is cruel. The fourth generation has not yet been born. He must bear the heavy responsibility of continuing the curse on his shoulders and cannot be willful.
Liang Wensong saw his struggle in his eyes and said coldly: "You can't help if you stay, you can leave."
Wang Chaling's face changed, and her whole body As if frozen and frozen, he was in a state of decision-making.
"I'm sorry, I owe that person my life." After a moment of silence, he finally lowered his head, pursed his lips, and allowed the second generation of the Wang family to surround him, leading him off the roof of the ancient house, breaking the boundaries and returning to reality.
Yang Jian said nothing, his pupils emitted a faint red light, and he was indifferent to Wang Chaling's choice.
“He deserves a beating.”
Liang Wensong’s face was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and he had some thoughts in his heart.
He was very dissatisfied with Wang Chaling's choice, and even had a faint murderous intention.
Yang Jian was indifferent, his eyes were always paying attention to the situation in the ancient house, and he didn't care about other things at all.
At this time, some doubts flashed in his eyes.
Mingming Mirror Ghost fell into silence, and no supernatural phenomena occurred around him. However, the old man in the ancient house still did not stop waving his hands and kept suppressing it.
This weird scene gave him the feeling that if Zhang Dong stopped attacking, the mirror ghost would wake up from his slumber immediately.
Thinking of this, he suddenly hesitated.
There is only one possibility for the supernatural phenomenon that Zhang Dong continued to wave, and that is that the mirror ghost has not yet fallen into a state of death after becoming the carrier of the curse.
Without Zhang Dong’s suppression, is it a human being or a ghost that revives from the mirror ghost?
“According to the human skin paper, Liang Xingyang’s living consciousness has undergone an irreversible transformation. Even if he leaves the ancient house, there are only two results when he wakes up. One is the revival of the new mirror ghost consciousness, and the other is to turn against the guest. The curse revives the living There seems to be no way to survive, unless there is hidden information that I don't know yet."
Yang Jian thought for a while, took out the cold human skin paper, and said in a deep voice: "Give me another message reminder."< br>
One minute later.
No writing appeared on the human skin paper, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him.
“Aren’t you afraid of being buried 10,000 meters under the ground?”
Yang Jian thought about it, it was not the right time to throw human skin paper into the ancient house, as it could easily cause accidents.
It would be bad if Zhang Dong was allowed to divert the target of the attack, or if the human skin paper took the opportunity to float onto the mirror ghost's face, causing the mirror ghost to revive midway.
Faced with Yang Jian's threat, the human skin paper still lay quietly on the palm of his hand without any reaction, as if he had been threatened too many times and no longer wanted to struggle.
Yang Jian put away the human skin paper, eliminated the distracting thoughts in his mind, and persuaded himself to continue waiting.
The best result is the absence of problems. It is not too late to solve them when problems arise.
Time passes minute by minute.
The darkness and dead silence that enveloped the ancient house became more intense. The light was so dim that no light shone in from the patio anymore, plunging the ancient house into silence and darkness.
But the darkness blocks the peek of ghost eyes.
Yang Jian lowered his head and glanced at the time on the gold watch: "It's eleven o'clock in the evening."
After five hours of waiting, he discovered another change.
As time goes by, the speed of the old man waving in the ancient house actually decreases time and time again, and the rhythm becomes slower.
Although this continuous change was hidden for five hours, extremely subtle and difficult to detect, you can easily distinguish the difference by comparing the speed of the old man's hand before and after. People can tell.
"The number of attacks is getting less and less. Is it because the curse and carrier of the supernatural being that is about to be completely silenced are about to be wiped out?" Yang Jian frowned, carefully observing the situation underneath, constantly analyzing in his mind, "Or is it the mirror? The supernatural conflict between ghosts and curses is actually coming to an end now?”
Mirror Ghost is the carrier of all fictional supernatural curses, but it does not mean that the curse has successfully defeated and controlled the Mirror Ghost. The internal supernatural conflict actually continued, and because of Zhang Dong's external suppression, the supernatural conflict ended prematurely.
As the time got closer and closer to twelve o'clock in the evening,
"How is the situation?"
Liang Wensong sweated. He could not see through the darkness in the ancient house. , I can only keep asking Yang Jian to get the latest situation.
When the pointer on the gold watch reaches twelve o'clock.
Zhang Dong slowly put down his arms covered with corpses, turned back to the lobby with heavy steps, and soon came to the black Taishi chair, sat down stiffly, with his head facing the patio, staring at the door, waiting for the new arrival. Interloper.
Near the patio, the illusory figure curled up and sleeping has been silent. There are no supernatural phenomena happening nearby, and it seems to have completely fallen silent.
Liang Wensong's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth and said: "He is dead."
Yang Jian was expressionless, silent for a while, and said calmly: "No, there is actually the last one left. Try this method to prove whether he is still conscious!"
"You still want to take Mirror Ghost out of the ancient house? The resurrection of Li Ghost will cause big trouble."
"I thought about it later and found that it doesn't have to be that troublesome to verify. Do you still remember the idealistic nature of the curse and the rules of killing?" Yang Jian said seriously.
Liang Wensong's pupils shrank: "If you believe it, there will be it, if you don't believe it, there will be nothing. But if the ghost hasn't completely died... what if it's not him who wakes up, but a ghost..."
"Only the last thing left is missing. One step, if I don’t try, I will never give up.”
Yang Jian took a breath, his eyes flashing with determination.
In the ancient house, Zhang Dong’s wave of erasure was terrifying, but if it was just a supernatural suppression that placed ghosts around, it would not be able to suppress the mirror ghost that carries all the fictional supernatural curses.
The reason why Mirror Ghost is sleeping is most likely due to Zhang Dong's continuous erasure attacks. Now there is only one missing opportunity for recovery: triggering the killing pattern.
In the ancient house, it is impossible for the terrifying old corpse to actively trigger this idealistic killing pattern.
So a strange balance is formed between Mirror Ghost and Zhang Dong. If there are no accidents, this balance will continue.
But this moment.
Yang Jian planned to break this delicate balance and give Liang Xingyang a slim chance of survival.
He didn't know if Liang Xingyang had left any memory. If not, what he would awaken would be a terrifying ghost comparable to Zhang Dong.
"Liang Xingyang."
Yang Jian walked to the entrance of the patio, leaned down, stared at the curled up and sleeping young man, and called out a name.
The sound penetrated the patio and echoed in the silent and dark ancient house.
The letter is there.
At this moment, the condition was triggered.
In an instant.
The illusory figure curled up and sleeping changed, wisps of silver light surged, and the dim illusion gradually solidified.
Under the trust of a living person's strong expectations, a long-dead person begins to welcome new life and escape from death.
Liang Xingyang's eyelids slowly opened, revealing clear and bright eyes, and whispered: "Who is calling me?"
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