Chapter 290 The eighth puzzle piece!
The ghost realm shimmered slightly, and the white cloth strips were lifted up in an instant, and the entire ceiling was clearly visible. Lin Yuanqing looked around carefully and found nothing different.
At this time, the suppressed ghost seemed to begin to struggle slightly, and the abilities of mortality and curse joined the ghost realm.
In an instant, the feeling of struggle disappeared, and they returned to their original appearance. Under the supernatural confrontation, even the costumes slowly disappeared.
The ghost realm flashed again, and suddenly the black cloth on the wooden floor was slowly lifted, and the ability of the ghost eyes to see through was added to the ghost realm again.
God's perspective once again appeared in my mind, and the entire stage was clearly seen.
The entire stage is black, like a black shadow. This is the black that represents the supernatural!
Suddenly Lin Yuanqing's eyes narrowed. From the all-round perspective in his mind, there was something slightly wrong in the center of the stage.
It is darker there than other places, which means the supernatural power there is stronger!
Ghost Realm teleported, and Lin Yuanqing appeared below the stage in an instant. Because the stage was relatively high, the space below was enough for an adult to stand and walk.
Lin Yuanqing's ghostly eyes saw through the closed door. He looked at the ground and frowned, but there was nothing?
Seeing through opened, and instantly, a black jar-shaped shape appeared in front of his eyes. Lin Yuanqing's hand slowly stretched out and touched the jar.
The cold, hard and slightly rough feeling came. Lin Yuanqing felt it carefully, and his eyes suddenly lit up!
This seems to be the puzzle you are looking for!
Another ghost hand stretched out, and both hands touched the invisible jar at the same time. With a slight exertion, the whole stage began to tremble, as if they were connected?
The ghost realm flashed slightly, and Chu Huachao appeared beside him in an instant. He continued to exert force, and the trembling of the stage became more and more intense, as if it was about to be uprooted.
This move also seemed to break a certain balance. Lin Yuanqing could clearly sense that all the ghosts suppressed by his ghost domain began to become restless.
Lin Yuanqing stopped moving, and the surrounding area slowly calmed down. He stared at the black shadow in front of him, his hand flashed slightly, and a dark stick appeared in his hand.
Without hesitation, the ghost stick swung forward fiercely, touch!
The sound of smashing sounded under the silent stage.
The next moment, its invisible spirit seemed to be suppressed by the ghost stick, and a black jar slowly appeared in the empty place in front of it.
As soon as it appeared, the feeling of calling suddenly strengthened, as if to indicate that the jar in front of it was the eighth piece of the puzzle!
Looking into the jar, there was half a jar of red, semi-solidified object inside, as if it was blood that was about to solidify!
But some of Lin Yuanqing's memories were awakened, and he murmured: "Pigments. Could it be that the entire world in the painting was painted with my blood? No wonder."
< br>No wonder there is a sense of calling everywhere, no wonder there is no clear direction, this makes sense.
Lin Yuanqing even thought of more, such as ghost paintings!
It also ran out of the post office. If it was painted with his blood, no wonder it feels vaguely attractive.
Without any hesitation, Lin Yuanqing flashed out of the ghost realm, and instantly a cut appeared on his wrist, which was still a human limb. The cut was immediately dripping with blood.
Lin Yuanqing took one look and put his hand directly into the jar. The moment the wound came into contact with the paint, he felt a sharp pain.
“Hmph!”
Lin Yuanqing groaned. The severe pain that came this time could not be blocked, as if he was trying to control a puzzle that did not belong to him.
He suddenly pulled away his hand from the jar. He was breathing heavily, his face was pale, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his head.
Lin Yuanqing looked at the jar and thought: Isn’t it just my blood? There seems to be a lot of other supernatural beings mixed in!
"Brother Lin, are you okay?" Although Chu Huachao didn't know what he was doing, it was always right to ask with concern.
"It's okay." Lin Yuanqing replied lightly.
Gui Xin's ability was activated, and in an instant, the external supernatural beings were suppressed. His face returned to ruddy color, and the fine sweat on his forehead slowly disappeared.
Lin Yuanqing frowned and thought. He did not expect that blood would be made into pigment, but how to strip the supernatural things from the blood now became a problem.
You can’t have Ghost Heart’s ability turned on all the time, right?
Thinking about it, he suddenly thought of a way. Now that there are no threats around, he can try it.
He slowly stretched the wound he made above the jar, and all the aura on his body was instantly activated.
The instinct of a ghost is to complete itself. If there is a puzzle nearby, any ghost will involuntarily flock to the puzzle.
He wanted to use this property to make the blood come out of the paint on its own.
Chu Huachao next to him was frightened when Lin Yuanqing was at full strength. He felt as if a beast suddenly appeared next to him, as if he would die suddenly if the beast was willing.
Chu Huachao's eyes were frightened, his whole body was trembling slightly, and he had an urge to escape. Even the ghost in his body felt like he wanted to fall silent, as if he was afraid!
Lin Yuanqing, on the other hand, did not pay attention to Chu Huachao. He was staring at the red paint made with his blood in front of him.
After he turned on his momentum, the paint changed, and the liquid inside was like water being boiled, rolling constantly, looking very strange.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The sound of water drops sounded.
This is Lin Yuanqing's supernatural power activated. The paint that broke into his body was slowly forced out, and dropped into the jar drop by drop.
Gradually, the changes in the jar became more and more drastic. It was obvious that the balance of supernatural items in front of us was being broken.
Tick tock, tick tock.
As time passed, what dripped from Lin Yuanqing's wrist into the jar was no longer paint, but the blood from his living body.
In the jar, the red paint was boiling more and more violently, as if it was really being boiled by something unknown.
Red particles slowly floated up, and their destination was Lin Yuanqing's slit wrist!
The moment the first red particle merged into Lin Yuanqing's body, the red paint in the jar below suddenly became silent, and then boiled even more violently.
The blood-colored particles rushed towards the wrist that was still dripping with blood at extremely fast speeds, and they separated even faster.
And Lin Yuanqing felt a strange sense of joy in his heart. This sense of joy was stronger than any before, and it seemed to mean that he was about to become more complete.
Chu Huachao next to him had retreated to a corner. He seemed to be unable to bear Lin Yuanqing's momentum. The ghosts in his body seemed to be sending warnings, telling him to stay away quickly. And just as he sensed, Lin Yuanqing's momentum became stronger and stronger, and the pressure on his body became more and more terrifying, as if he was undergoing some incredible transformation!
(End of this chapter)