"I'm fine."

Zhou Deng was pulled back into the ghost realm by Yang Jian at this moment. He was panting and sweating profusely. The supernatural power that eroded his body was dissipating, and his dead face gradually improved.

But despite this, he almost couldn't come back.

"Has it failed? This bowl of rice was neither sprinkled nor placed on the ground to offer to evil spirits." Li Yang lacked his legs and an arm. He sat in the ghost realm, carefully analyzing the information.

If you are inconvenient to movement, you should also use your brain.

"Captain, but Zhou Deng's adventure is not completely useless. The sprinkled rice just now disappeared, which may be a key clue."

"I saw it, so I judged that rice cannot be too far away from people, otherwise rice will not only be useless, but will be wasted." Yang Jian saw that the rice that the eagle had scattered before was still on the ground.

Liu Qingqing said: "Do you still remember the ashes sprinkled at the door on the fourth floor of the post office? Maybe the rice is to isolate the evil spirits. Drawing this thing in circles under your feet may prevent the evil spirits from attacking."

"The possibility is not high. So far, the supernatural objects are not similar, just like there are no two identical ghosts in the supernatural events." Yang Jian said: "There must be other ways to use them."

“I need to try and error.”

He gestured, "You stay away from me."

Then Yang Jian quickly arrived at a corner of the lobby, away from the red coffin and away from the crowd.

He owns the ghost realm and can withdraw it at any time.

Immediately.

Yang Jian slowly appeared in the ancient house with a bowl of white rice.

He left the fifth level of the ghost realm, but his ghost realm was still maintaining, and his ghost eyes peeked at the others, emitting a scarlet light.

This moment.

He didn't even intend to use a supernatural weapon, but instead stood the cracked spear next to it.

Because it is not necessary.

There are so many ghosts here. If you can't find the right way to survive, even if you give him ten coffin nails, ten hatchets will be useless, because he can't afford the price of using supernatural objects and will be consumed here alive.

The moment when Yang Jian appeared.

The vague figure of the evil ghost on the wall moved, and the evil ghost shook along the wall and ran towards him.

Yang Jian's ghost shadow covered himself, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of shadow, directly isolated the influence of this evil ghost.

As long as he does not become a shadow on the ground, he will not be attacked by this evil ghost, so he can ignore the shadow of the evil ghost on the wall for the time being.

"Although the eagle and Zhou Deng tried and wrong in front, there were still quite a few evil spirits who were targeting me for the third time." Yang Jian immediately saw several terrifying figures pouring into the ancient house approaching him.

But he noticed.

The black Taishi chair was no longer moving.

A ball of darkness was blocked by the Grand Master's chair, and there was no way to continue moving forward.

He used the hatchet to cut the evil spirit three times in a row before cutting off the evil spirit's hands, reducing the terrifying level of the evil spirit and causing the evil spirit to stop.

And at the cost.

A ferocious cut appeared on Yang Jian's black ghost's hand, and the cracked cut penetrated deep into his flesh and blood.

However, this hand is gradually healing. Although the wound is very deep, it is not hindered for the time being, because the ghost hand has a strong ability to withstand the hatchet curse, if it were a normal person, the hand would have fallen long ago.

A fierce ghost approached Yang Jian first.

This evil ghost is like two people walking side by side, and their bodies are growing together, as if one person has two heads on his neck. I don’t know which one is a evil ghost or which one is an ordinary person. This evil ghost is suspected to be able to invade the living body, as if possessed by you.

The ghost quickly approached and stretched out his arm, as if he wanted to abandon the corrupt body and replace the host again.

Yang Jian is the new goal.

So the moment he raised his hand, Yang Jian understood that the part of the right half of the body was a ghost.

Yang Jian made an action in just over a dozen seconds when the evil ghost approached.

He grabbed a handful of rice and squeezed it into his hand.

This is not a random speculation, but also related to folk funeral customs. It is rumored that people will go to hell after they die. There are some passes in hell. There will be wild dogs and pheasants staying near the pass and attacking the wronged souls of the past. Therefore, after the person dies, he can grab two handfuls of rice and feed wild dogs and pheasants in the underworld when he goes to the underworld to ensure safety along the way.

Obviously.

According to folklore, these behaviors are incorrect.

While Yang Jian was grabbing the rice, the ghost did not stop attacking him.

The ghost's pale skin is close, close to you.

"Isn't it useless?"

Yang Jian immediately changed his method, and he stuffed the rice in his hand into his mouth, holding it in his mouth and swallowed it.

The ghost still couldn't stop acting.

At this moment, the body that seemed to have only grown half had stuck to Yang Jian's flesh. The cold and terrifying evil ghost was getting rid of his original body and was gradually growing with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was indifferent. He still restarted. No matter how the evil ghost invaded his body, he could reverse the desperate situation at the most dangerous time and return to before he was attacked.

"It's still useless, so there's only one last method left."

Yang Jian spit out the rice directly and held it with his hands, not wanting to waste it.

The amount of rice is still there and has not decreased.

The ghost's invasion did not stop.

Yang Jian felt half of his body had lost consciousness, and his body seemed to have become someone else, with a lifeless and terrifying head pressing beside him.

The cold and stiff touch makes people shudder.

But Yang Jian was still calm. He cut his finger without hesitation and blood dripped.

The white rice turned red with blood.

This moment.

An incredible scene appeared.

The evil ghost who invaded Yang Jian's body suddenly stopped moving, then a cold arm touched Yang Jian's arm all the way, reached to his palm, and then took away a grain of rice stained with blood.

Immediately afterwards.

The ghost's attack was reversed, and the half-invasion stopped, and retreated, returning to the rotten corpse again.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost's figure was hiding and fading.

But it did not disappear completely, but was left with only a blurry outline, as if it was isolated from some kind of ghost domain.

"Success?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he felt that the method worked.

This rice requires blood as a medium and then feeds the evil spirits.

You can't leave too far, otherwise it will be useless even if the ghost is eaten, and it must be contaminated with the blood of living people. Zhou Deng was knocked over before, but because he was not soaked in blood and lacked media, the ghost did not leave after eating it, so the rice lost its effect.

With a missing piece of rice in my hand, the evil ghost in front of me seemed to be isolated and could not continue to kill.

However, before Yang Jian could think more.

Another arm stretched out of thin air. There were many tree roots and soil wrapped around it, as if it had just crawled out of the grave. But this arm was placed on Yang Jian's palm out of thin air and took away a blood-stained rice.

Then the arm disappeared.

Not only that.

Behind.

Yang Jian felt something foreign object appearing on the back of his head. The cold breath was so close that something quickly reached over and flashed by.

A blood-stained rice disappeared in his hand, and then the foreign object behind him quickly left and disappeared.

Yang Jian was shocked and sweated coldly.

He didn't even notice this abnormality himself. If he hadn't found the correct way to use rice just now, he would have been directly attacked by these two evil spirits.

More and more figures are approaching.

A strange but completely different palm stretched out.

The evil ghost did not attack Yang Jian, but took away a blood-stained white rice from his hand.

The evil ghost who took the rice did not disappear, but his body became blurred and he lost the ability to move, and he still stood there motionless.

"The method was found, Yang Jian succeeded."

Everyone in the Ghost Realm also saw this scene. They were not isolated, but Yang Jian did not affect their vision and perception. They could still see everything outside. However, these pictures were not real, but presented in front of them through layers of Ghost Realm.

"The blood-stained rice can be fed to the evil spirits and let the evil spirits temporarily stagnate their activities." Li Yang said.

"So that's the case. No wonder I was attacked after eating my meal." Zhou Deng also cut his palm through his palm without saying a word and began to dye the red rice.

Liu Qingqing also stopped him: "Enough, don't use all the rice alone, it's best to share it, so that everyone can be safe, otherwise you will not be attacked alone, and others will still be killed by ghosts without rice."

"That's right, that's it." Li Yang said: "We should distribute the remaining rice."

"Okay, it's of course the best to live together, I have no objection."

Zhou Deng was not that selfish either. They began to distribute the remaining rice and then dyed it red with blood.
Chapter completed!