Chapter 470: One-year Agreement
It was about noon, and the sky was extremely dark.
At this time, in the old town of Zhongjiang City, in the darkness of the old Chinese medicine shop, a blind old man walking with a cane walked out.
"This is..."
The blind old man's lips were trembling, he was holding his crutch tightly, staring at the sky as if he saw something invisible to others, and his whole body was shocked.
Behind him, Xiaoru came out to support the old man, looked at the sky, and asked softly, "Master, what's up there?"
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the wind carrying moist water vapor blew from a distance. Coming, it brought a different smell, but nothing strange. There might be a heavy rain in a few minutes.
The blind old man kept murmuring: "I've been waiting for it. It turned out to be the ghost post office that ended the supernatural era. I want to take a look in person, I must take a look..."
Xiao Ru wrinkled She frowned and said, "Master, what are you talking about?"
However, the old man didn't listen to her words at all.
The next moment.
The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and the scene also changed dramatically.
The blind old man's empty eyes were filled with light. He walked slowly forward with a cane, walking very slowly step by step, but he was able to ignore the distance limit.
Under the influence of ghosts, they appeared thousands of miles away and came to a realistic place corresponding to a supernatural place in order to verify certain truths.
The old man tapped his cane to let the supernatural power of ghosts invade the supernatural land.
As a cold wind swept across, the light became dim and blurry, beginning to break the boundaries between reality and the supernatural.
They are leaving the real world and are about to go deep into this supernatural place.
However, the next second, a faint red light appeared in front.
The old man's ghostly invasion seemed to only go here. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break through the superimposed red light, and could only land on a strange scarlet road.
Here is a silent and desolate world full of ominous atmosphere.
"It's incredible. It hasn't happened before. When did it appear?"
Xiao Ru opened her eyes wide and looked at the red area.
Everything here is scarlet, even the gravel and weeds are like this, and people who enter here will be infected by the red light and lose all their original colors.
“We are not far from the truth.”
After the blind old man finished speaking, he coughed twice and walked forward regardless.
Xiaoru glanced at the old man worriedly and followed him quickly.
Not far away, they saw a towering 'city wall'.
Unrealistic old buildings in oil painting colors stand side by side, arranged like fences in the middle of the broad red road, blocking the road ahead.
"The gate of hell is closed."
Finally, the blind old man came to the door of a building, raised his head and stared at the colorful neon plaques surrounding a circle with his eyes that had long been rotten and hollow. He read the name on the sign loudly.
But Zhang Bohua himself knew that this was the ghost post office in the oil painting.
Xiao Ru said solemnly: "Master, there is no way to go on."
Obviously, there are ghost masters who have covered this supernatural place with scarlet ghosts, and at the same time built the city wall. Open a road, and those who enter here must take the 'Gate of Hell' passage if they want to move forward.
Zhang Bohua looked slightly happy, and his old voice contained excitement: "Just let me weigh my old bones to see if the supernatural era that I have been waiting for is over."
After that, he walked towards the gate of hell.
Xiaoru's expression changed, she hesitated and struggled, gritted her teeth and stepped to follow.
But the next moment.
“You can’t go!”
A voluptuous woman wearing a red cheongsam suddenly appeared in front of her and reached out to stop Xiaoru.
The woman turned back and smiled slightly: "I didn't expect to meet you on the road?"
Xiaoru said in surprise: "Sister Hong, why are you here?"
She never expected that she would meet Sister Hong who had disappeared for a long time here.
“It’s not just me, many old immortals are here.”
After Sister Hong finished speaking with a smile, she pointed at several strange figures in the distance.
The red road is built at the intersection of reality and the supernatural, covering all supernatural places that invade reality. Even if the two supernatural worlds in the real world and different cities are far apart, when both parties break into the red road , the distance between each other has also become closer. As long as we walk more and have breakfast, we will meet here.
Xiaoru grabbed Sister Hong's arm and asked hurriedly: "Master is going in, will he be in danger?"
Zhang Bohua is already very old, and using supernatural powers will only accelerate the demise of his life. She didn't want to see herself taking risks with the people closest to her.
Sister Hong shook her head slightly and said: "After entering the Guimen Pass, there is no way back if you take another step forward. I have found out clearly that the other side of the Guimen Pass is a supernatural place, and the corresponding supernatural place hides Another point where ghosts correspond to reality , it is easy to get lost after entering. It is a well-deserved and quite terrifying deep and terrifying hell."
"Your master may not want to hold on any longer and wants to use this place as his own burial place."
At the same time.
"Creak..."
The old man raised his hand and pushed open the unreal wooden door that looked like it was painted with paint. Ignoring the mortal curse hanging on the wooden door, he slowly walked into the gate of hell with a cane.
Suddenly, the old man paused. He saw the childish face of the gatekeeper, and a smile of relief appeared on the wrinkled face.
“Bang.”
After a while, the old wooden door that was pushed open was closed again under the influence of the supernatural, as if nothing happened and no one had ever walked in. Same.
Xiaoru squatted down, tears streaming from her eyes, and said sadly: "Why do you have to go?"
And Sister Hong beside her seemed to have noticed something.
She turned around and saw a few more younger figures on the scarlet and deserted red road. Judging only from the strength of the supernatural beings, she could probably tell that these people were ghost masters who belonged to the modern supernatural circle.
The other side.
Blowed by the ghostly wind filled with the strong smell of corpses, accompanied by a strange ringing sound, two blurry figures appeared on the edge of the red road.
These are two ghost masters wearing criminal police uniforms.
Cao Yang looked at the scarlet under his feet with doubts, and said to himself: "It looks like the ghost in Yang Jian. I have to ask about it when I get back."
He carried a pole on his shoulder. He Tianxiong from the wooden box reluctantly reminded: "We are investigating the situation to establish files, not to deal with the supernatural incidents here."
However, Cao Yang said helplessly: "You don't understand the horror of the wooden box at all. As long as you carry the wooden box, the evil ghost cannot get close. If you were not on the verge of the evil ghost resurrecting, I would not be willing to lend the wooden box out."
< br>He Tianxiong spat and said: "Come on, the pole and wooden box belong to Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian, we only have the right to use them."
While bickering, the two of them kept vigilance and continued deep into the Scarlet Land, but they unconsciously stopped before the gate of hell.
“This feeling of extreme danger? Is Guimenguan a replica of a ghost painting? But it’s not quite like it. Every wooden door is full of danger. We’d better not get close.”
Cao Yang quickly took a few steps back in shock and confusion, as if he had encountered something strange and unknown, and he did not dare to approach the gate of hell again.
"This involves the ghost eyes and ghost paintings of ghosts. It must be related to the two people in Dachang City. I agree to retreat." He Tianxiong was also frightened. Even the wooden box carried on his shoulders could not give him safety. feel.
The wind howled and the bells echoed.
The two people who came in a hurry were filled with fear and confusion, and they hurriedly escaped from this scarlet land with ghosts.
"Leave now? The captain of the headquarters is too timid."
Sister Hong glanced at her eyes, smiled, and then patted Xiaoru, who was still in grief, and then Said: "Your master is not good at ghosts, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out. Don't stay here for too long, it's time for us to leave."
Xiao Ru wiped away the tears on her face and nodded silently.
At this time.
Suburbs of Dachang City.
In a bowl-shaped valley, there is a scarlet blood pool.
In the land of the blood pool, there lay a fat male corpse with a splitting spear pierced through the head.
Besides, Liang Xingyang stood quietly here, with a large amount of blood pouring out from his body. His whole body became pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood flowing out formed a winding scarlet stream at his feet, gradually collecting Towards the blood pool.
After doing all this, a faint silver light appeared on his body. After a period of dimness and illusion, he turned into an old man with a face full of wrinkles and corpse spots.
He invented Zhang Dong's supernatural power, grabbed it out of thin air, and a fat corpse appeared out of thin air in his hand.
This is the ghost on the supernatural bus, a very terrifying existence, but at this time, under his hand, he is suppressed and unable to move.
Yang Jian walked over at this time, a cold aura filled the air, and the shadow behind him stood up strangely, and his body fell to the ground like a cold corpse.
A tall shadow stood up. This shadow had a strange face on its face. It was a face painted with blood, as if it had been rubbed on it, exactly the same as Yang Jian.
He couldn't open his mouth, couldn't speak.
But he walked directly to the obese man's corpse, spread his arms and hugged him.
The shadow, like pitch black ink, flowed directly into the obese man’s body and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Liang Xingyang witnessed this scene, but did not release his hands, in order to prevent the ghost shadow from becoming a puzzle piece for the supernatural bus ghost.
He was waiting, and at the same time he felt that the 60% of the ghost lake's supernatural powers that he controlled were being stolen by the 40% of the ghost lake. He was indifferent.
With his acquiescence, 60% of the ghost lake's supernatural beings were deprived of all.
Then, he let go of the fat man's corpse's hand, but the supernatural being that erased everything was still working around him, but it was not as scary as touching it with his own hands.
The next second.
The obese man's corpse continued to seep out of the cold lake water, but he opened his eyes without warning, revealing a pair of pupils as black as ink.
Ghosting originally had the ability to splice limbs. After erasing all supernatural influences and suppressing the complete ghost lake, he helped him temporarily take over the ghost on the bus.
“The plan went very smoothly, there should be no problems.”
The obese male corpse was speaking, as if he had not spoken for a long time. Although his voice was hoarse and strange, there was no doubt that it was Yang Jian's voice.
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly: "One year later, I will come back here to wake you up."
"Okay."
Yang Jian's face was calm, and he controlled his whole body The body of a fat man with water leaking from it walked towards the scarlet blood pool step by step.
Soon.
He stepped into the pool of blood with one foot and was gradually swallowed up by the blood.
In this way, after swallowing Yang Jian, the blood pool began to expand rapidly. The water surface was rising rapidly, and soon flooded the bowl-shaped valley, rushing towards the nearby woods.
An hour later, the blood pool turned into a blood lake.
The lake surface is very calm, nothing unusual at all.
Liang Xingyang waited for a while, and after confirming that there was no problem in the blood lake, he removed the fictional identity of Zhang Dong and fictionalized Mr. Qin's supernatural power.
After getting a satisfactory answer, he took one last look at the blood lake, turned around and took a few steps before his figure quickly disappeared. (End of this chapter)