The next moment, the restriction was suddenly broken.
The ghostly figures dispersed quickly like bubbles. In the place where a row of people had been standing "busyly" just now, only Yu Xing was left.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and straightened his expression under the palm of his hand.
Damn Master of all kinds.
Something he had forgotten for so long crawled out from the bottom of his memory because of a broken restriction.
Especially the Yu family who lost their lives in the fire. The entire family has nothing to do with the actor. The only one who is completely innocent is his sister.
What is it called...
I can't remember it a bit.
While Yu Xing was thinking, he stepped across the blood line blocking the road. The surrounding black energy surged and filled the yard, forming a formation blocking the road.
The restriction was broken, and he knew that Master Wanban must have noticed it and would definitely rush over.
The power of the curse can delay the opponent and interfere with his world.
He opened the door and felt a gust of cold wind blowing in his face.
If the cold wind in the yard was just chilly, the room had been upgraded to a freezer, with strands of cold air lingering in the air, and even his breath would turn into white frost.
Yu Xing's gaze was pointed directly at the center of the room.
From the courtyard, the hut is just a dilapidated old house, but there is something else going on inside, which is much more spacious than it looks from the outside.
But the layout is still very simple.
Except for a set of simple wooden tables and chairs near the door, which seemed to be used for eating, there was no other common furniture.
The pure white wall has turned yellow, with patches becoming darker and lighter. Some places are obviously stained by filth, almost black.
Chains started from the four walls of the room, extending chaotically, winding around the beams several times until it was hard to tell which chain was which, and then finally extended to the center of the house.
That's what caught Yu Xing's attention.
According to previous speculations, this room was where Master Wanban used to create a gathering of evil ghosts. It must be dirty and bloody, and there might even be broken limbs placed in the corners.
But this room is very empty, without those things.
There was only a stone platform as high as a step in the middle, and a white jade coffin was placed on the stone platform.
The jade-like coffin shimmered in the gloomy room, the surrounding ground was soaked with water vapor, and heavy chains overlapped to imprison the coffin. It was obvious that the layout of the entire room was to suppress the coffin.
The thing in.
At this moment, the reminder arrow belonging to the hidden task appeared above the white jade coffin, shining with a light that could not be ignored.
Yu Xing walked forward quickly.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a futon next to the white jade coffin, which must have been where Master Wanban usually sat. Master Wanban had been planning to create ghosts for so long, so he probably spent more time in this small room than enjoying the glory and wealth.
I really don’t know what the picture is about.
He moved closer to the white jade coffin to observe. The patterns on the coffin lid were mostly obscured by the chains, but Yu Xing looked at the familiar coffin and already had a guess in his mind.
He carefully brushed aside a few chains, and sure enough he saw the same ghost pattern on the coffin lid as on the coffin he sent the escort to in the stage world.
A damp and sticky malice spread out silently.
Why is it this coffin?
Yu Xing still remembered that in the stage world, the deducers entered Yizhuang, and the coffin was in the locked backyard. Except for the old man in the courtyard, it seemed that only he and Zhao Yijiu had seen the contents of the coffin.
It was a completely white thing.
He looks like a human but not a human, looks like paper but not paper, his voice is as shrill as a child's, his body is wet, and he also likes to lie on people's backs. If there is no external interference, the person being targeted will drown in pain.
Even the array in the backyard couldn't trap it, and the bells jingled and jingled incessantly, and eventually they would just fall off one after another, and silence would eventually return.
In the false moonlight of the stage world, the thing in the coffin is like a ghost wandering in the backyard. Sometimes a thick fog will arise. In the fog, many ghosts will appear far and near, just like there are many, many people...
Many people? Yu Xing thought about it and found that they were indeed right.
Suturing ghosts is originally a collection of many resentments, and it is normal for their abilities to be reflected.
At that time, Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu's abilities were limited by their respective identities, so they naturally felt that evil things were difficult to deal with. Now that Yu Xing knew the identity of the white ghosts, he suddenly felt that the white ghosts in the stage world were made weak.
He has now determined that the stage world is created by Jiang Po, and everything in it is reproduced by Jiang Po according to a certain entity in reality. Jiang Chong is already a pseudo-god, a ghost in the coffin who can compete with Jiang Chong.
But it's just a backyard ghost with little presence?
I am afraid that Mrs. Jiang knows too little about the ghost in the coffin. She only knows about its existence but not its abilities.
"Look below the coffin."
Suddenly, a girl's voice appeared in the quiet room. I don't know how the other party bypassed the black fog in the courtyard and entered the house directly. Yu Xing turned his head and looked, and he saw Alan.
The girl was leaning on an arm-thick chain, her body was as light as a swallow, and her expression was as cold as when they first met.
"Mr. Jiang." Yu Xing revealed her identity, "When did you follow me?"
"I have been following you. In Fengtou Town, I have the aura of Jiang Chong to protect me. If I want to hide my body, where can I go?" Alan, or rather Jiang Po, raised her eyes slightly and said calmly, "This house is the only troublesome place.
I also want to thank you for breaking that old thing’s restriction and allowing me to find the white jade coffin.”
"Are you looking for this coffin?" Yu Xing raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Po didn't answer, but repeated: "Look below the coffin."
Yu Xing lowered his eyes to see.
The white jade is moist. In addition to the ghost patterns on the coffin lid, the body of the coffin also has many patterns. However, if Yu fortunately observes carefully, he can find a place that has been smoothed.
Connected to the smoothed area are several capital numbers.
Jiang Po said solemnly: "That was originally the birth date of the sacrificial bride. Six years ago, I saw that girl was pitiful and was thrown into the river by the townspeople out of resentment. She also wanted to marry Jiang Zong. It could easily turn into a grudge that would never be reborn.
Damn it, I just opened such a coffin to try to resolve one or two things."
Yu Xing recalled that Jiang Po was probably talking about the bride played by the Siren in the stage world.
It turns out that the coffin was custom-made for that character.
No wonder Jiang Po was not familiar with the ghost in the coffin, but she simulated the details of the coffin vividly.
It turns out that she and Master Wanban are brothers in the same discipline.
"Who would have thought that when that old man Wanban found out, he stole the white jade coffin when I wasn't prepared, erased the year of birth, and left the moon and sun pillars behind. Instead, he used this pure and flawless white jade as a suppressant to refine the ghosts!"
Jiang Po was obviously angry, "I came from the same sect as him, but when we were still in the sect, he specialized in evil ways, and his ability to create things is far inferior to mine. After many years, he has not improved at all, but has gained the ability to steal."
She finally left the group where she was leaning, and walked quietly up to Yu Xing: "He and I are naturally at odds with each other, whether it's God's will or man's, we will always be against each other, so he is afraid of me and wants to kill me, and so am I.
"
Seeing that Yu Xing was just looking at her without saying a word, Jiang Po sighed: "Now that the evil thing has become... but it has not been awakened yet, there is still a chance to remedy it. It is better to take this opportunity to destroy it in order to suppress it.
Disaster!"
"How to destroy it?" Yu Xing finally responded.
"With my life." Jiang Po said, took out a dagger and handed it to Yu Xing, "Kill me, take my blood, drop it into the eyes of the ghost on the coffin cover, then peel off my skin and cover it on the coffin.
Go up, be careful not to break these chains, my soul will naturally enter the coffin and sew together with the ghosts inside, destroying the evil ghost's destiny."
"As long as it is no longer an extremely yin ghost, its power is not something to be afraid of. Then you can untie the chain and when the ghost in the coffin appears, you can easily kill it."
Yu Xing took the dagger and suddenly laughed: "That's not right."
Po Jiang looked at him with Alan's young skin: "What's wrong?"
"It seems that the trouble in Fengtou Town is not caused by this unborn ghost." Yu Xing played with the dagger and looked at Jiang Po with a deep meaning, "I believe most of what you said, but there is only one thing - it can really be done
Isn't it Jiang Zou who brought disaster to Fengtou Town?"
"Without the restraint of the most sinister ghost, Master Wanban will never be able to defeat a false god. When Jiang Zou floods the entire town, who will be able to survive?"
"On the surface, you are motivated by righteousness, but in fact, you have been a believer of Jiang Chong for a long time and are working for him, so you want to sacrifice yourself to destroy the evil ghost and make Jiang Chong's path forward unimpeded, right?"
Jiang Po was silent for two seconds: "You and your companions are not from the town, and the rules of evil force's backlash are not on you. You can leave early before the river rises. Isn't that okay?"
"Of course not, don't forget, in order to make us hostile to Master Wanban, you took part of our souls in the stage world from the beginning, and we haven't returned them yet." Yu Xing sneered, "You left our souls incomplete, but now it's
I won’t even mention it.”
Their main mission is still stuck here.
"You want me to help you, unless you return your soul to us now." Yu Xing said, "Only after that will I consider helping you."
