Chapter 42 The Lord of Ghost Eyes
Yang Jian walked into the room, and Wan Hao couldn't hold back his curiosity and followed him in.
The scene inside the room is different from that outside, like two separate worlds.
There is a desolate, lifeless dark space inside.
Tick, tick~
The sound of dripping water came from the dark space. The sound was slight and small, but it was particularly clear in the dark environment.
Wan Hao has no ghost eyes and can't see anything in the dark space. He can't even see Yang Jian who entered a few seconds before him. He can only hear the sound of dripping water.
“Bang!”
Marriott hit something.
“Oh shit!”
Marriott opened his backpack in the dark and put on his golden gloves.
Then I took out my phone and turned on the lighting function.
It turned out that the person he bumped into was Yang Jian. Yang Jian stopped on the spot, opened a ghost eye on his forehead and looked forward.
Wan Hao looked in the direction Yang Jian was looking and raised his cell phone to look.
The dark space swallowed up a lot of light, and the light of the mobile phone seemed a bit dim, but Wan Hao still saw what Yang Jian saw.
A skeletal tree takes root on the ground, and there are many strange things hanging on it, including withered human heads, old rags, tattered human skin, dirty and smelly cloth strips, and weird paper flags...
But there was a huge figure three meters high hanging upside down nailed to the bone tree, with its head facing the ground.
There is an outline of a person but no facial features, just a condensed shadow.
Wan Hao's eyes shrank when he saw this, and he subconsciously looked at Yang Jian's headless ghost.
Both are shadows, but if you look closely, you will find that they are different. This tall black shadow has an entity, as if it is wrapping something.
A rusty coffin nail penetrated the tall black shadow's chest and nailed him to the tree.
Wan Hao walked in and wanted to take a closer look. Yang Jian dared to enter here without opening the ghost zone, and there were no problems with Hongfa Temple above, which meant that it was relatively safe.
The source of the ticking sound was this tall figure, and black blood was dripping from the wound where the coffin nails were nailed.
The head position of the huge black shadow seems to be fixed.
Wan Hao looked at this position and fell into deep thought.
‘What’s missing from this place? ’
‘This place... nose or eyes? ’
Wan Hao thought, suddenly realized something, and suddenly looked at Yang Jian, who was caught in some kind of memory.
There is a scarlet ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead, and the ghost eye is turning restlessly.
‘Yang Jian’s ghost eyes come from this tall black shadow that was pinned down! ’ An idea suddenly appeared in Wanhao’s mind.
'No wonder...no wonder Yang Jian knows that there is something here to restrict the hungry ghosts! He has been here before and mastered the ghost eye! ’
At this time Yang Jian also stepped forward. He wrapped the coffin nails on the tall black figure’s chest with gold foil and was about to pull out the coffin nails.
"Hey, hey, wait a minute, wait a minute!"
Seeing this, Wan Hao stopped him quickly. Now he also knew that what Yang Jian wanted to take was the coffin nail.
But this coffin nail restrains the tall black figure. What will be the consequences if it is pulled out?
You must know that Yang Jian's ghost eyes come from this tall black shadow. Just one eye gave Yang Jian the name "Ghost Eyes".
What about the other things on it?
The tree made of bones, and
the things hanging on the tree... and the dripping black blood...
"What's wrong?"
Yang Jian stopped and looked at Wan Hao.
“Aren’t you afraid that it will suddenly explode and kill people?”
Wan Hao asked.
"If you don't take this thing, millions of people in Dachang City will die. If you take it, there is a certain chance that they won't die. Now I have no other choice but to take a gamble. If you are afraid, you can Go out and seal the door with gold foil. If I don't call you in three minutes, it means I'm dead."
Yang Jian showed no expression when he spoke.
Wan Hao was silent. What Yang Jian said was not unreasonable. If you don't bet on Dachang City, you will definitely be done with it. If you bet, you may not be done with it.
No one wants to bet, but there is no way...
Wan Hao glanced at the tall black figure and said: "Will there be a supernatural imbalance if you pull this thing out?"
" In that case... How can we not bring something with us?"
Wan Hao said, opening his backpack and taking out two empty gold boxes and a gold body bag.
Yang Jian realized something was wrong.
“What are you going to do!”
Marriott did not answer, but started his own action.
Wan Hao first took a box and placed it under the tall black shadow, where the black blood dripped.
Then he started to look at the Bone Tree again. There were many things hanging on the Bone Tree, and everything was extremely weird. Wanhao didn’t know what these things were for and didn’t want to touch them.
Instead, I specifically looked for those skeletal branches with nothing hanging on them!
The changes Li Gui brought to Wanhao's body were great, and he could easily jump four to five meters high.
Finding a branch, Wanhao jumped up and punched the bone tree with his golden-gloved hand.
However, the Bone Tree did not change at all...
"Only ghosts can deal with ghosts." Yang Jian said from the side.
Marriott wore golden gloves to isolate the supernatural power of his ghost hands. In this case, it was impossible to affect the supernatural items.
The headless ghost figure at Yang Jian's feet stood up, stretched his figure, and took down a piece of paper flag and rag from the bone tree.
I don’t know whether it was because these two things had been hung on the tree for too long or because they were suppressed by the headless ghost, but neither of them made any movement.
Yang Jian immediately took out gold foil and wrapped the two things.
After that, he never took anything away because he didn't have enough gold items, and the gold foil was all pulled off when he tore open the wooden door.
Marriott also took off his gloves. He didn't take them off before because he was afraid that they might change if he came into contact with these supernatural objects, but now it seems that he can't break the Bone Tree if he doesn't take them off.
Wan Hao jumped up again, using the supernatural powers of ghost hands and ghost nails, and slapped a section of the bone tree hard.
“Crack~”
A branch of the Bone Tree broke and fell to the ground.
Wan Hao also landed on the ground, broke the branch twice with quick hands and eyes, and quickly put it into the body bag.
Marriott then repeatedly broke the Bone Tree and knocked down seven branches, filling the body bag to the brim.
At this time, the gold box placed under the tall black shadow was also filled with the weird black blood!
Wanhao sealed the lid and put it in his backpack.
Wan Hao looked at the Bone Tree again, and there were many things hanging on it.
‘There is another box...which item should I take...’
Yang Jian did not urge Wan Hao, because the tall black figure had not made any move so far. Although Yang Jian was still vigilant, he was still more relaxed than before.
Then Marriott looked at something on the tree, it was a mask!
It depicts a weird face. The human face is distorted, but it always looks happy, like...smiling again!
Wan Hao has seen a similar mask. It was in Dayang City. A ghost master named Nan Ge had a similar mask, but that mask had an angry expression.
The mask on Singer Nan can affect other people's emotions just by looking at it, making people inexplicably angry.
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