More than half of the first seven days have passed, and the remaining people in the ancient house named today: Ghost Banquet.
It means that today is a feast for ghosts, because this ancient house will be completely out of balance now, and all the supernatural beings will invade the ancient house. In this case, let alone ordinary ghost controllers, even people like Yang Jian
Top captain-level tasks will also be buried here.
This is not a scene that a living person can handle.
If you want to survive, you have to find a way to survive today.
According to previous speculation, the key to survival today is three bowls of white rice.
Three large blue and white porcelain bowls containing three bowls of raw and undercooked white rice were placed in front of the red coffin.
Yang Jian, Li Yang, Zhou Deng, Liu Qingqing and Yingying gathered together.
These are the only five people left.
Except for Yang Xiaohua, whose life and death are unknown, everyone else is dead, and the first seven have not yet arrived, and there may be more losses in the future.
But no matter how dangerous it is, we still have to work hard to survive.
"Li Yang and I have a bowl, Zhou Deng has a bowl, and Liu Qingqing and Yingying have a bowl. Each of you can explore how to use it and find a way to survive. If you can't find it, you will have nothing to say if you die here."
Yang Jian didn't waste time and said quickly.
"Okay, let's do it like this."
"I have no opinion."
Zhou Deng and Liu Qingqing did not object, nodded and immediately took away a bowl of rice.
Yang Jian and Li Yang allocate the largest portion of the bowl because they are two people, Zhou Deng has the least amount because he is one person, and as for Liu Qingqing and Yingying, the portion is no more and no less, because Yingying is in a special situation, if you are lucky
The music box curse can still help him resist the attacks of evil spirits.
"The coffin must be covered, otherwise the old man may be invaded by other ghosts and undergo some unexpected changes." At this time, Yang Jian did not forget to deal with the aftermath.
He lifted the lid of the red coffin and quickly covered the coffin while the evil ghost invaded the ancient house.
No one expected that the old man and the ghost would come back to life during the ghost feast on the fifth day.
This red coffin has the power to suppress supernatural beings, but it only works if the coffin and the coffin lid are integrated. If it is open, the coffin's ability to suppress supernatural beings will be lost immediately.
"If nothing else happens, this red coffin will not be opened until the day of burial." Yang Jian's eyes flashed.
He thought for a while, but still did not leave the coffin nails in the red coffin.
It's not that he is reluctant to part with the coffin nails, but that he cannot lose the help of the coffin nails yet, otherwise he will not be able to survive the next two days.
"The ghost came in..."
Eagle said in a particularly serious tone at this moment.
This time is different from the previous times. This time, the evil spirits are coming from the gate of the ancient house. Not only that, the sound of creaking doors is also heard from the corridors on the left and right of the ancient house one after another, and darkness is surging in the corridors.
, like a black mist brewing, ready to be released at any time.
It seems that the evil ghost who owned the ghost realm, who was dismembered twice by Yang Jian before, has recovered and started to invade the ancient house again.
The highly decomposed corpse that Yang Jian had previously chopped with a hatchet stood up again. At the same time, there were more new terrifying things coming outside the ancient house, like a tide, trying to engulf everyone.
The red coffin is completely useless now.
The ghost crossed the patio and came to the lobby of the ancient house, and was still approaching, showing no intention of stopping.
Everyone is wearing mourning clothes, and I don’t know if it’s useful, but they don’t dare to take them off. This thing can block the perception of ghosts, but this shielding is not omnipotent. Fan Xing was killed wearing mourning clothes before, and there was also the powerful one.
He was also killed while wearing mourning clothes.
It can be seen that although this thing is useful, it cannot guarantee that you are 100% safe.
Everyone is currently in Yang Jian's fifth-level ghost realm.
Until now, Yang Jian has not dared to take back the ghost realm. He is worried that once the ghost realm disappears, the powerful ghosts will directly attack everyone in the ancient house, and you will be killed without even a chance to resist.
"Relying on the mourning clothes and the coverage of the ghost realm, it seems that I can temporarily avoid being attacked by evil spirits, but this is of no use."
Yang Jian glanced at the others: "My ghost realm cannot last for a whole day, and under the circumstances of supernatural interference, my ghost realm may be invaded, so I must find a way to survive before then.
, otherwise there would be no chance for trial and error.”
"So it's best for a person to take off his mourning clothes, leave the shelter of the ghost world, and take the initiative to go out and try mistakes with white rice?" Zhou Deng frowned and understood what Yang Jian meant.
"Perhaps this is the meaning of the ghost feast on the fifth day, to give up the protection of the mourning clothes on the fourth day and face the new crisis." Yang Jian said.
The eagle said at this moment: "Since it is trial and error, there is inevitably a problem of sequence. I have been cursed and will not live long. I should do the first trial and error first."
"In that case, I'll be better off second." Zhou Deng shrugged.
Yang Jian said: "I am third."
"I'm the fourth one." Liu Qingqing's eyes flickered, looking very nervous, and then she handed the bowl of white rice in her hand to the eagle.
No one declined, and they all sorted out the order intuitively.
Because there are only these few people left. If you don’t go up, who will?
If you want to survive, you have to fight.
"Are you ready?" Yang Jian asked.
After taking the bowl of white rice, the eagle nodded: "I'm ready."
Not only was he holding a bowl of white rice, he also held two dice, one black and one red.
Once he encounters an emergency, he will play dice to stall for time as before.
"Then it begins..." Yang Jian said and immediately sent the eagle out.
The eagle is still standing in the same place, but it is no longer in Yang Jian's ghost realm. It seems that there is no change, but in fact it has changed greatly.
Once you leave the ghost realm.
The abnormality in the ancient house suddenly became intense.
The vague and strange figure of the terrifying ghost projected on the wall instantly looked towards the eagle. His body was being affected, and his hands and feet were turning into shadows and gradually submerged into the ground, becoming a figure on the ground.
The curse of the music box had no effect.
Because the curse only guarantees that he will not die, it does not guarantee that he will not be attacked by supernatural forces. There is no conflict with each other.
"Help you."
Yang Jian didn't want the eagle to be disturbed and turn into a figure on the ground. This way there was no need for trial and error.
His ghostly shadow swayed, like a ghost coming to life. A huge black figure stood up from the ground, and then quickly enveloped the eagle.
Eagle felt like his whole body was cold, and a coldness was invading his body, making people shudder.
His whole body seemed to be plunged into darkness, as if he was about to be swallowed up by a ghost.
But the ghost saved him.
His hands and feet did not turn further into shadows on the ground. This supernatural influence was isolated and he was protected by the ghost.
At this time, this protection is no longer absolute.
A mutilated corpse with only the lower body came towards him. The fierce ghost with his hands covering his eyes slowly opened his hands at this time, revealing two finger joints. He obviously had no eyes, but there were dark eye sockets inside.
A strange sight appeared in his eyes, and he secretly looked at the eagle.
In addition, among the ghosts pouring into the lobby, several figures suddenly stopped, some looked at the eagle, and some ran directly towards him.
The eagle just stood there motionless, as if it had triggered the killing patterns of several evil spirits.
At this moment, even breathing and standing were a mistake for him.
This is the scary thing about the large number of evil ghosts in supernatural events. The murder patterns are superimposed. If you can avoid one, but you can't avoid another, there will always be evil ghosts staring at you.
The eagle had already sensed his own danger. At this moment, he felt that even the curse of the music box might not be able to protect him.
He has already thought about how to use the white rice in his hand.
Without any hesitation, he grabbed a handful of white rice and threw it at the ghosts that appeared.
This kind of action is not for no reason, but comes from some methods of exorcising evil spirits in folk customs. In some places, throwing rice is used to drive away evil spirits.
He feels that this method is most likely to be useful.
After throwing out the undercooked rice, it fell on the ghost.
The ghost didn't stop and kept approaching.
No, the eagle is already attacking.
Yang Jian's ghost shadow that enveloped the eagle was immediately affected by some supernatural power. It was twisting and tearing, and holes began to appear, making it impossible to cover the eagle any longer.
The ghost retreated, and the eagle's body immediately became abnormal.
His body was gradually turning into a shadow, and cracks appeared on his body. His eyes were bleeding, his stomach was queasy, and he wanted to vomit...
Supernatural powers are invading his body.
"He failed. This method was wrong." Zhou Deng said with his eyes wide open.
"Yang Jian, let him come back." Liu Qingqing said hurriedly.
But the eagle waved his hand and said, "No, it's too late. There's a ghost in me. Don't come near me."
He knelt down on the ground with a thud. Behind him, a half-broken corpse was lying on his back, with its head stuck to the back of his head. Moreover, he was vomiting again, and what he vomited was not food, but
A lifeless arm stretched out from his mouth.
His body is gradually sinking, and he is about to disappear.
The vague and terrifying ghost figure on the wall was moving, approaching the eagle.
The music box in my mind echoed vaguely, but it couldn't stop it.
In less than ten seconds after his appearance, the eagle was attacked by several different ghosts, and his body was directly invaded by ghosts. At this time, it would be useless to drag him into the ghost realm, because the ghosts were already in his body.
, and blended into one with him.
The eagle's body was splitting apart, and a strange body was squirming under the skin, gradually swelling, as if it was about to tear his whole body apart.
"Gamble with me, and if you lose, leave." The eagle was bleeding all over, and he almost cried out in pain, but he still didn't die.
The curse of the music box gave him the ability to survive beyond the physiological limits of ordinary people.
Even if his heart is broken and his internal organs disappear, the eagle can still live and maintain a clear consciousness.
But at this dangerous moment, the eagle threw the dice.
The game of dice begins.
As soon as he threw it out, the other dice started spinning crazily, and some evil spirits immediately participated in the activity.
The Eagles successfully started to continue the game.
The ashen arm stretched out from his mouth gradually retracted, the bulging body began to calm down, and the half of the corpse behind gradually blurred and disappeared... The supernatural attack was forcibly interrupted.
"The eagle is completely hopeless."
Li Yang was silent for a moment and then said: "Once he exits this game, the attacks of the evil ghosts will continue, and he will be instantly broken into pieces and miserable. If it is just the music box curse, there is still a chance of survival. After all, the captain
You have also solved the curse."
"It's your turn, Zhou Deng, while the eagle is still alive, hold off a few ghosts."
Yang Jian said, his ghostly figure retreated, and finally took away the bowl of white rice in front of Zhou Deng, and then handed it to Liu Qingqing.
"I know, do you think I'm afraid? Captain Yang, you underestimate me, Mr. Zhou," Zhou Deng said.
His skin mask has never been taken off.
At this moment, he is both a ghost and a living person.
But even if you are a Li Gui, as long as you comply with the rules of killing, you will still be targeted. It can only be said that after having the identity of a Li Gui, you can interfere with the Li Gui's perception to a certain extent, making it less likely to be targeted.
"Be careful not to die." Yang Jian looked at him and said.
Although there was trouble before boarding this week, the cooperation in the ancient house was relatively smooth.
"Try your best. If I die, remember to report it to the headquarters and say that I died while dealing with a supernatural incident. This way I can get a lot of compensation." Zhou Deng said, holding a bowl of white rice and making a gesture.
Yang Jian didn't say anything and let him out.
Although he can bring Zhou Deng back at any time, the Eagles' situation is in front of him. At a certain point, you can't pull him back if you want.
Zhou Deng appears.
really.
There are a lot less ghosts targeting him. He is now a ghost, not a living person. This alone can avoid many murder patterns.
But nothing is absolute.
The ghosts that poured into the lobby were still wandering around, and there were a few strange figures among them who suddenly changed their direction midway and walked slowly towards Zhou Deng.
"It's not possible to spread the white rice directly, so why not try placing it on the ground?" Zhou Deng thought for a moment.
This is not an idea that comes to mind for no reason.
Because in the past, white rice was placed in front of the tombstone in front of that tomb, and then the old tomb was peaceful and peaceful, with no abnormalities.
So he sat down, with the white rice placed in front of him.
Zhou Deng remained motionless. He did not use any means or supernatural power. He only relied on the protection of a human skin mask. And now he also knew that this human skin mask could no longer protect him completely.
A ghost is coming.
It was a dark road that seemed to have no end.
At the forefront of the darkness, a black Taishi chair was slowly pushed forward and came to Zhou Deng.
It's that ghost...
Yang Jian's face moved slightly, he recognized this ghost.
Yesterday, I personally cut off the five fingers of this evil ghost, causing him to drop one hand from the Grand Master's chair.
This Taishi chair seems to be a tool to restrain this evil spirit.
It seems that there is no way to push easily with the hand resting on the black Taishi chair. This causes Li Gui to move slowly, and even the path forward is twisted and deviated. If the place is not too small, Zhou Deng sits down again.
If he stayed still, this ghost wouldn't even be able to accurately find Zhou Deng's location.
It seems very close, but in fact the ghost's route is winding and winding.
If left outside in such a short period of time, even an ordinary person would be able to run away without a trace.
If you want to kill someone, it's obviously not very efficient.
This means the level of terror has dropped.
The black Taishi chair moved forward and knocked over the bowl of white rice placed in front of Zhou Deng.
"..." Zhou Deng looked at the black Taishi chair and was stunned for a moment.
Obviously.
This usage is wrong.
If it works, the ghost should stop its action.
The white rice fell to the ground and disappeared quickly, as if it had been eaten by a ghost out of thin air.
But the ghost did not leave.
"Damn it." Zhou Deng hurriedly picked up the half bowl of white rice left on the ground, and then tried to leave as if running away.
He moved.
A strange palm with black nails had already rested on his shoulder.
Huge power came, and he felt like the human skin mask on his face was about to fall off.
This is supernatural suppression.
Zhou Deng could hardly breathe under the pressure of a black palm. He was suffocating, his body was leaning, and he was about to die...
"return."
At this moment Yang Jian took action.
He raised the hatchet in his hand and dropped it. Without hesitation, he cut off the terrifying ghost's hand. This time, instead of cutting off five fingers of the ghost, he cut off a whole palm.
The ghost realm is covered, and Zhou Deng is directly pulled back to the ghost realm.
"call!"
It was only at this moment that Zhou Deng's heartbeat seemed to have recovered. His face was ashen and extremely ugly, and he was breathing heavily.
With only one hand left, this fierce ghost can easily kill a ghost master like Zhou Deng.
No wonder Da Qiang died wearing mourning clothes before.
For such a powerful ghost, Daqiang's death was indeed not unjust.