A shrill scream echoed in the dark old house, which was horrifying to hear.
this moment.
Yang Jian used the hatchet in the back hall, directly triggering the medium, and directly dismembered an unknown horror, taking decisive action without any hesitation.
He believed that the sooner the evil spirits invaded, the higher the danger. If he did not fight them off now, it would be too late when the evil spirits began to enter the back hall and start killing people.
While the screams echoed, something unexpected happened.
The darkness that invaded the back hall is receding.
A dim road appeared in the lobby, directly connected to the location of the patio, as if the darkness of the entire ancient house was divided into two. At the same time, the separated darkness began to move towards the corridors on the left and right.
"So that's it. This darkness is the ghost realm of a fierce ghost. Now that it has been dismembered by my hatchet, the horror level of the ghost has dropped directly, and the ghost realm cannot maintain its most perfect state." When Yang Jian saw this scene, he immediately
Understood.
What he just struck with the hatchet was the source of darkness.
It was worth the cut with this knife.
The ancient house has the power to suppress supernatural beings, and evil spirits can still invade under such circumstances. You can imagine how terrifying it is.
If Yang Jian hadn't covered the back hall with a ghost just now, this ghost might have invaded the back hall silently.
But using a hatchet requires corresponding curses.
When Yang Jian dismembered Li Gui, the curse would also dismember himself. No matter whether his body would be harmed, even the ghost shadow would be the same. It was just because the ghost shadow had the ability to splice that it could recover within a period of time and resist the attack of the hatchet.
The curse breaks out.
In addition, he can also eliminate the curse in an instant by restarting and restore his own state at once.
Just now.
Yang Jian discovered that he had not been cursed by the hatchet.
He is still safe and sound, as if the curse no longer exists.
"Another fierce ghost was repulsed, and it seemed to have suffered some kind of heavy damage. Even the darkness was retreating. What happened at that moment?" Some people saw this scene, but their eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.
"It was Yang Jian who took action just now. He just slashed into the air and seemed to hit the ghost. The ghost let out a shrill scream. It was as if he had killed the ghost."
"Ghosts cannot be killed. Although the effect is obvious, it should only be severely injured, but it is really scary to be able to do this." Fan Xing said, looking at Yang Jian in shock.
Several other messengers also had incredible expressions.
Is this what makes Yang Jian scary?
If he really takes action, he can make the evil ghost retreat in one go, and he won't even dare to get close to the back hall anymore.
"The fragrance is a lot shorter..."
Yang Jian ignored everyone's stunned expressions and noticed that the two remaining incense sticks in front of the coffin were worn out again.
One of the incense sticks was almost burned out, with only a small section left.
seem.
The missing section is related to the curse of the hatchet.
Has it been offset?
Or maybe it was transferred.
"What will happen if this thing burns out? Will it lose its asylum, or will it cause other unknown changes?" Yang Jian was slightly worried.
Because there are three incense sticks in front of the red coffin, these three incense sticks should be burned for seven days according to normal circumstances, until the first seven days are over.
But as one stick of incense was stolen, and the curse of the hatchet consumed the incense excessively, I was afraid that the thing would burn out on the third day.
After the darkness temporarily dissipated, all kinds of supernatural phenomena in the lobby seemed to have subsided, because at this moment, the lobby was empty and nothing was found. The ghosts that had been wandering in the lobby seemed to be forced back to the depths of the corridor.
But there are still many traces of monsters on the ground.
Black palm prints appeared on the high walls, and there were many wet marks on the ground, as if it had rained.
"Ghosts seem to appear accompanied by darkness. Once the darkness stops in the ancient house, ghosts cannot show up." Eagle observed all this and came to a conclusion.
He looked along the ground.
I noticed a few drops of sticky black blood scattered in various places in the lobby.
It seems to be the traces left by the defeated evil ghost.
"Darkness is just a phenomenon. It is the phenomenon of supernatural beings invading ancient houses. Once darkness strikes, it means that ghosts are active. Everything has signs and does not appear without reason." Fan Xing said.
Yang Jian withdrew his eyes from the two sticks of incense, one long and one short, and said, "The ghosts have only been temporarily repelled. The night is still very long, and danger may approach at any time. Don't be too happy too early, and Fan
prosper......"
Suddenly.
He turned and looked over.
Fan Xing's expression changed: "Yang Jian, what do you want to say?"
"Then the curse of the radio is here to find you, right? In the situation just now, the ghost was wandering in the lobby and didn't seem to know that there was anyone in the back hall. The red coffin near it seems to be able to block the ghost's perception, thus ensuring that we
But since the radio appeared, ghosts have started coming straight to the back hall one after another."
"In other words, the ghost has found our location, which is why the balance of the vigil has failed and danger has come."
When Daqiang heard this, he immediately became angry: "So that's what happened. I'm going to tell you why the ghosts are so fierce just the next day. It's because you were cursed before and attracted the ghosts here."
"The balance has been broken, and the danger has come early. If this continues, we won't be able to survive the first seven days." Wang Feng also stared at him coldly.
"I could have spent the night safely just by guarding the coffin, but I had to choose to fight the devil. I thought it was strange before. Although the mission of the messenger is dangerous, it doesn't mean that a seven-day mission requires risking one's life the next day.
This does not meet the requirements, so this is where the problem lies." Eagle also said very dissatisfied.
Whether it is the burial on the first day or the vigil on the second day.
Yang Jian made the right choice. If he made the right choice, there would never be such danger this night, because no matter how you look at the situation just now, it is a trend that the group will be destroyed.
Fan Xing and several ghost masters beside him all had slightly changed expressions.
They understand in their hearts, but so what.
They are good at provoking ghosts, but they also want to survive. Whether other people will be implicated is not their concern.
"You wouldn't be surprised if something happens in this damn place, Captain Yang, what do you think?"
Fan Xing said: "Or does Captain Yang think you will be safer if you kill us? In fact, Captain Yang, you also understand that if we die, this ancient house will only become more dangerous. The guy was killed yesterday and his body was thrown out of the ancient house.
This is the best proof."
"The top priority now is to unite and cooperate to deal with the next situation together. Internal strife is very unwise."
Yang Jian said with an indifferent expression at this moment: "You have made mistakes, it doesn't matter, everyone makes mistakes, but I don't want to see any of you shrinking at the critical moment, otherwise, I will eliminate you immediately."
"Including me?" Fan Xing's expression changed.
"Yes, including you." Yang Jian said.
Fan Xing suddenly smiled: "Don't worry, this won't happen. In order to survive, if we dare to get on the bus, we will naturally dare to fight against the evil ghost."
"Continue the vigil."
Yang Jian said no more words.
at the same time.
Outside the old house.
But a man was wandering around. He was holding a white lantern with a large black character "Dian" written on it in his hand. He was also holding an incense stick in the other hand.
The incense stick is burning, exuding a fragrance that lingers.
The white lantern emits light in the dim environment. It is a pale light that is very strange, but it can illuminate the road ahead.
"Why don't I take it if I don't want it? You don't know if I take it secretly." Zhou Deng thought to himself, "I'm so proud that I left a copy of everything for you."
He doesn't want to stay in the old house.
Because there are dangers in the ancient house, and there is no way to find the treasure.
So when night came the next day, Zhou Deng secretly took away a stick of incense and a white lantern from the door.
Holding a lantern, he did not try to leave the ancient house, but just wandered around.
"There is really no way to leave this place without the supernatural bus." Zhou Deng entered the old forest along a winding path.
This road is the path to the back door of the ancient house and is not the same road leading to the main door.
"The former owner of the ancient house must have built a road here to facilitate his evacuation one day. Maybe you can find a way out of here by walking along this road. If not, you may also find some treasure buried by the owner of the old house."
Zhou Deng's eyes rolled, and he was thinking of some strange ideas.
Gradually.
He followed this path deep into the old forest.
This road is very strange. It is paved with yellow soil. There is not a single weed growing on it, and the soil is very new. It seems that it was repaired a few days ago. There was not even such a road before.
"All the trees along the way have been cut down." Zhou Deng discovered that there were tree stumps in the middle of the road.
As you can imagine, a considerable amount of money was spent to build this yellow mud road.
Carrying a white lantern, we walked deeper and deeper, and the surrounding area became darker and darker.
soon.
The nearby woods were all shrouded in darkness, leaving only a vague outline. Only a yellow mud road stretched forward, as if there was no end.
"A weird road that never ends? Do you want to turn around and go back?" Zhou Deng frowned, thinking about this problem.
But after thinking about it, he shook his head and gave up.
He chose to keep walking forward, because it might not be safe to go back and enter the ancient house. There are dangers everywhere in this ghost place, and maybe it might be better outside.
He didn't know how long the walk would take, and he couldn't calculate the time.
All he knew was that the old trees around this yellow mud road gradually became sparse, and then he came to an empty place.
This open area is circular, paved with yellow soil, surrounded by dense old forests, and no other paths have been found.
The end has come.
In this open space, Zhou Deng saw several graves.
They are old and new, some look like they are many years old, some look like they were buried a few years ago, and some are even newly buried. There are tombstones in front of these graves, with names and portraits on them, and some are placed in front of the tombstones.
The sacrifice was white rice in a blue and white porcelain bowl.
The rice was hard, like it was undercooked,
Zhou Deng came to an earthen tomb with a lantern, and took a light with it.
The pale lantern light dispelled the darkness, revealing a portrait.
The portrait shows a strange man who does not look like a current person. He seems to have been dead for many years, because the clothes he wore when the photo was taken were very old-fashioned, but he looked very young and somewhat handsome.
"It's a pity that such a handsome man died here." Zhou Deng looked down at the bowl of white rice in front of the tombstone.
He placed the lantern beside him and stretched out a hand to get it.
However, as Zhou Deng bent down, the eyes of the man on the tombstone moved strangely, and he also looked down at his hand.
"Pa~!"
Zhou Deng suddenly withdrew his hand and slapped himself.
"Zhou Deng, Zhou Deng, you know that there is danger here but you still reach out and pick up things. What if you attract some kind of curse and are targeted by evil spirits?"
He actually gave up the idea, picked up the lantern again, and did not touch the bowl of white rice in front of the grave.
now.
The man in the portrait on the tombstone slowly looked back, and everything seemed to be back to normal.
Zhou Deng continued to wander and came to the second grave.
In front of the second grave is a very beautiful woman with waist-length hair, a smile, and a cheongsam. Because the photo is black and white, it is impossible to tell what color the cheongsam is.
There is also a bowl of rice placed in front of the grave.
It's just that this bowl of rice seems to be less than the previous bowl in front of the grave, and it seems to have been eaten.
"It's a pity that she died just because she was so beautiful. That cheongsam seemed nice. I wonder if it was buried in the grave." Zhou Deng thought this way.
Then he slapped himself again: "Zhou Deng, Zhou Deng, you can't be like this. Is it appropriate for you to dig someone's grave and take off their clothes when someone is so beautiful?"
Zhou Deng left with great regret.
He then walked around several other graves.
Unfortunately, I didn't find anything special. I only saw a rusty shovel standing in front of a clearing.
Zhou Deng picked it up and tried it, but unfortunately it was not a supernatural item, but an ordinary thing, which disappointed him greatly.
"Go back, go back, it's a waste of time if you don't find anything."
While Zhou Deng was complaining, but before leaving, for some unknown reason, he came to the second woman's grave by some strange combination of circumstances and placed the incense on that grave.
"You are the most pleasing to me. I would like to put a stick of incense on you before you leave. I, Zhou Deng, came here in vain."
He couldn't see anything special about this incense, and it seemed that it would burn out in a short time, so it would be useless if he kept it in his hand, so he simply threw it away. He was not interested in this kind of consumable, and it was not as useful as the lantern in his hand.
.
Carrying a white lantern, Zhou Deng returned the same way.
But it didn't take long for him to leave here.
The incense stick standing on the grave was burning rapidly, and the ash of the incense fell down one by one. What's strange is that the smoke from the burning was not floating upward, but downward, sinking.
In that old grave.
The smile on the portrait of the woman on the tombstone in front of the grave seemed to have changed, and the smile became wider.
Then the portrait gradually faded, the color became lighter, and finally the portrait disappeared, leaving only a blank space on the tombstone.
next moment.
This old tomb suddenly sunk and collapsed.
A white hand with red nails suddenly appeared. The hand rested on the tombstone. With a slight movement, the tombstone collapsed and was buried in the sunken old grave.
Turn around.
A strange woman with a graceful figure and waist-length hair wearing a red cheongsam appeared in the middle of the open space.
This woman's whole body exudes a kind of fragrance, which is like the smell of the burning incense before, but also seems to have a different smell.
However, this woman did not have that rotten, lifeless feeling.
"Crash..."
The wind picked up in the nearby old forest, and the trees swayed and rustled.
"Chuck, cluck." The woman let out a laugh.
The laughter echoed, accented.
The swaying old trees immediately returned to calm.
The woman left, and she walked along the yellow mud road in the direction of the ancient house.
Under the red cheongsam is a pair of red high heels, as bright as blood, with a rust handkerchief hanging around her waist...elegant and weird.