On the fifth day, the situation was considered stable.
The evil spirits that poured into the ancient house on the fourth day completely lost control on the fifth day. Without the suppression of the old man in the coffin, these evil spirits could start killing people unscrupulously. Anyone who stood in the ancient house would be attacked by the evil spirits.
Fortunately, I found a way to survive on the fifth day.
The blood-stained rice seems to be able to counteract the attacks of the evil spirits, allowing the people in the ancient house to survive.
The situation has improved. The evil ghosts in the ancient house are disappearing and are no longer dangerous, leaving only a vague outline.
Everyone was silent at the moment.
The atmosphere is very depressing.
Because most people have been on the verge of life and death more than once, they are extremely lucky to be alive today, but this matter is not over yet, there are still two days left.
Who knows what unknown dangers will happen in the remaining two days.
It is precisely because of this that those who survived lacked confidence.
Seven days is a kind of torture for people. People who are not strong enough will even have thoughts of giving up on themselves at this time.
However, Yang Jian was still so calm and indifferent.
Despair and difficulties were not enough to shake his mind, and he was still trying his best to survive.
Yang Jian believes that as long as he survives this letter delivery mission, he will completely solve the problem of the ghost post office and even come into contact with more things from the Republic of China period.
As long as you follow this line, you will know the truth.
"Even if there is danger today, it will be concentrated around 12 o'clock in the evening. It is still the same as before. During this time, rest more and adjust your condition." Yang Jian sat aside, holding a handful of blood-stained rice in his hand.
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As long as there are ghosts, the rice in your hand will be reduced by one grain.
Therefore, if everyone is prepared and prepared, holding a handful of rice can save their lives.
So now you should always pay attention to the amount of rice in your hand, because ghosts always eat rice silently and you have no way to detect it. If you forget to increase the amount of rice due to a mistake and are killed by ghosts, you will be unlucky.
"Why rest? There are only two days left, and we have to get through it." Liu Qingqing said with a tense face.
Yang Jian said, "You may not sleep, but that doesn't mean that others don't need to rest either."
"Tomorrow we have to leave the old house for the funeral, so where do you plan to spend the seventh day of resurrection?" At this time, the eagle asked again.
Yang Jian pointed here: "Of course we will spend time in the ancient house. Where else can we go the next day? The old forest outside is even more dangerous. You also saw the situation in the old forest when we dug the forest before. Burial
It is full of evil spirits, it is simply a forbidden area, and it must be very dangerous to stay outside."
"The seventh day in the ancient house is not safe either." Eagle said; "There are also many ghosts."
"Wrong, there must be very few ghosts in the ancient house on the seventh day, or even none." Yang Jian said: "My intuition tells me that these ghosts will leave the ancient house after spending tonight."
"Why?" Liu Qingqing asked.
Yang Jian said: "Do you still need to ask? There will be a funeral tomorrow. We have to leave the ancient house, and the coffin has to leave the ancient house. There is nothing in this ancient house, it is just an empty shell. The ghost has no reason to continue to stay here, and the ancient house
It no longer has the ability to suppress supernatural resurgence."
After speaking, he glanced at Zhou Deng: "How can you attract so many evil ghosts under such circumstances?"
"Have you forgotten the experience of seven days? The ghost's loss of control today came from yesterday's condolences, and yesterday's condolences came from the funeral the day before yesterday. The ghost was attracted by the white lantern... and the appearance of the white lantern
It's because the old man died, and it happens one after another."
"As long as we carry this coffin and leave tomorrow, the ghosts will definitely disperse one after another. Of course, we can't rule out that there will occasionally be ghosts staying here, but there won't be many."
Yang Jian's thinking is getting clearer now, and he even somewhat understands the arrangement of these seven days.
So as time goes by, he trusts his own judgment more and more.
"You have decided. Anyway, if something goes wrong, we will all die together." Zhou Deng shrugged indifferently.
He is not careless, but believes that Captain Yang has the experience and ability, and there is no reason for him to cheat himself at this time. After all, if he does something wrong, everyone will be in danger, and no one can be spared.
"It's a pity that Da Qiang's body was thrown out before, otherwise I could splice new hands and feet for you." Yang Jian looked at Li Yang again at this moment and said with some doubts.
Li Yang is now disabled because he lacks replacement limbs.
He didn't take away the crystal necklace Huang Ziya was wearing before he came. Even the ghost eyes couldn't create limbs out of thin air without using the ability of the deceitful ghost.
"I'm not in the way for the time being, it's just inconvenient to move, but the supernatural power is still there, and I can still be useful at critical times." Li Yang said: "When this incident is over and I leave here, I can naturally recover."
Yang Jian nodded.
Liu Qingqing suddenly said at this moment: "By the way, have you noticed that the ghost seems to be eating the rice in our hands repeatedly. Just now, a thin, clean, white dead hand took away a grain of rice in my hand.
, but the hand just now appeared again and took away another grain of rice in my hand."
"I also noticed it. I thought it was a coincidence before, but later I found out that it was not. The ghost who had eaten a full meal before seemed... hungry again." Zhou Deng also said with a solemn expression.
Li Yang looked stern: "This means that the time for one grain of rice to satisfy the devil has come, so the second grain of rice has to be consumed. I have been worried about this problem before. This rice is obviously a consumable supernatural item.
Like ghost candles and scapegoats, they are time-sensitive."
"Has the statute of limitations expired now?" Eagle looked at the strangely reduced amount of rice in his hand, thoughtfully.
Liu Qingqing said: "This situation is not special. I have come into contact with time-sensitive supernatural items before, but what I am most worried about now is another thing."
Li Yang, Zhou Deng, and Yingying looked at her.
Although Liu Qingqing didn't say it out loud, everyone had already guessed it.
"Three bowls of rice, are they enough to protect all of us?" She finally said such a cruel topic.
There is no doubt that people who don’t have enough rice will be attacked by evil spirits.
But there are a total of five people here including Yang Jian.
Five people, three bowls of rice.
It's still early and the ghosts are still consuming the blood-stained rice. If this continues, a very scary situation may arise.
That is, the time on the sixth day has not come yet, but all the food has been consumed.
"I used to think that the blood-stained rice was to drive away the evil spirits in the ancient house, but now it seems I was wrong." Yang Jian glanced at everyone calmly.
Zhou Dengdao: "Assuming that three bowls of rice are not enough for five people to survive until the sixth day of the ancient house, then one or two of them must stop using the rice. If not, everyone may have to suffer because of the number of people.
The rice is consumed in advance, so in the end, will two people be sacrificed to survive the others, or will everyone be destroyed together?"
"This is a topic worth thinking about, Captain Yang, what do you think?"
He talked about such a cruel topic, but with a smile on his face, he didn't seem to care at all.
Had something like this happened in the ancient house on the first day, the dozen or so ghost masters would have immediately started fighting. Fortunately, it was already the fifth day. Almost all the people were dead, and only a few were left.
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"Eagle, stop using rice first." Yang Jian said this in a cold tone.
Liu Qingqing's expression changed.
The Eagle smiled bitterly and said: "I have no objection. I won't use the remaining rice after using it."
He opened his palm, and there was still a small handful of rice left, but the amount was not much, and it was slowly decreasing as time went by.
The others didn't say anything when they saw this.
The eagle was cursed by the music box and could not live long, and it had been corroded by evil spirits. It was only because of the ghost dice that he could survive, otherwise he would have been torn to pieces by evil spirits.
Therefore, the rice left on him is a waste.
However, the truth is the truth.
But people are all selfish, and Eagle has made great efforts and played a key role many times. It would be too cruel to give up on the fifth day.
"You should try again."
Liu Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then said: "It may not be as they said. The rice will be consumed in advance, and maybe there will be some left in the end."
Eagle shook his head and said: "This is the most correct choice, and I do not live long. Besides, it is not up to you and me to make the decision here."
He was indeed unwilling, but reason told him that he should recognize the reality and accept it.
Because as long as Yang Jian is here, everyone must obey his orders, otherwise he will definitely eliminate uneasy factors without hesitation.
Liu Qingqing looked at Yang Jian and seemed to have some opinions.
"Don't look at me like this. Without me, everyone in this room would be dead, and the eagle wouldn't be alive today. I just made the right choice at the right time. If you think I'm wrong
, then you can try to challenge me and become the boss here, and then others will naturally listen to you."
Yang Jian's tone was very blunt and devoid of any emotion, which made people feel uncomfortable.
"Can you survive if you abandon the eagle? If not, what's the point?" Liu Qingqing said.
Yang Jian stared at her and said: "Enough people have died in the past seven days. I almost died here. You say it is meaningless? Everyone's sacrifice is valuable. This is the reason why we are alive today.
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"If it's not enough for the eagle to stop using rice, the next step is for you to stop using it too."
"Why not Li Yang or Zhou Deng? One of them is disabled and the other is not even a messenger. They shouldn't be ranked behind me no matter what. Or is it because you are partial and intentional." Liu Qingqing's face was cold, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.
Become anxious.
It seems that if they disagree, they will get into a real fight.
Yang Jian looked calmly and said, "It's very simple. I don't trust you because you disappeared for several days and you don't even remember yourself. And there is something very strange about you. Believe it or not, even if you are just a grain of rice from me,
Even if I don’t give it to you, you won’t die here?”
Liu Qingqing was targeted by a woman from the Republic of China period.
Her existence is very special, and Yang Jian also has reason to believe that the woman from the Republic of China left some backhand, or a curse, on Liu Qingqing.
Therefore, Liu Qingqing is a being who receives special care. Maybe Yang Jian himself died here and Liu Qingqing could survive alone.
"I..." Liu Qingqing wanted to say something, but couldn't find a reason to argue.
Because she knew her situation. She did occasionally lose control and lose her memory. During that time, she felt like she was dead, which was more terrifying than sleepwalking. For example, the most recent time she didn't know why she suddenly appeared.
In this ancient house, I also changed into a pair of high heels.
There is still a fragrance on my body that I didn't have before.
I don't like the scent very much, it belongs to another woman.
"Li Yang will be in line behind you." Yang Jian said very calmly.
Li Yang was slightly surprised, but then he nodded to show that he understood.
Very simple.
Zhou Deng's role is greater than him. Although Zhou Deng's supernatural power has not yet been revealed, he must be a very special being to be nominated as captain by the headquarters.
"Are you going to abandon your own teammates? That's quite selfish." Liu Qingqing mocked.
Yang Jian said coldly, "As long as I live, I have hope of reversing everything. Can you do it with me?"
Liu Qingqing frowned, unable to understand the meaning of his words.
"The dispute is over. Regardless of whether you agree or not, this is how the plan is arranged. I am the executor. You just need to abide by my rules. Of course, I also allow you to refuse." Yang Jian said.
"Let's just do it this way. It's okay. If something goes wrong, we can't all die together. Someone has to survive." Li Yang didn't have any dissatisfaction.
If only one person could survive here, then he would definitely choose Yang Jian.
As long as Yang Jian is here, Dachang City will not collapse.
As long as he is alive, his family and friends will be safe and sound.
Moreover, the ghost master will die one day sooner or later, and Li Yang has long accepted his own outcome, and there is nothing unwilling or sad about it.
The ghost in the ancient house is indeed what Liu Qingqing said. The ghost who ate the rice first is now hungry again.
Yang Jian also saw the ghost repeatedly taking away the rice.
It was a cold arm attached to his body, as if it had grown together, and at the same time, a strange dead head appeared next to his shoulder.
The evil ghost followed Yang Jian's arm and took another piece of blood-stained rice from his hand, and then gradually disappeared and disappeared...
Yang Jian looked at the time.
The time now is six o'clock in the afternoon.
There are still six hours until the next day.
This means that the ghost can only take away two grains of rice at most, and the remaining time is not enough for the same ghost to ask for the third round.
Yang Jian looked at the rice in the large blue and white porcelain bowl and estimated the portion.
It seems that it can last until after twelve o'clock in the evening.
But this was the amount in his hand. Zhou Deng's bowl was the smallest and seemed a little insufficient. Liu Qingqing's bowl should be enough, because Eagle didn't use it anymore.
"No matter how good the calculation is, it's useless. The key depends on whether anything abnormal will happen in the hour after eleven o'clock." Yang Jian thought to himself.
Ghosts will not abide by your time according to everything you have calculated. As long as any abnormality occurs, the balance will be broken, and then it will be completely out of control.
There is only a thin line between surviving safely and being wiped out in an instant.
Time continues to pass.
The eagle is not dead, the black dice in front of him are spinning crazily, and his dice-throwing game continues.
The curse of the music box has not expired yet and he is still alive.
Even if there is no rice to drive away the evil spirits around, the eagle can still survive in the ancient house by relying on this special method.
Perhaps it was because of his confidence in the curse of the music box that the eagle was willing to give up the rice.
It's ten o'clock in the evening.
There is less and less rice in everyone's hands.
Although one ghost only took away one grain of rice, it could not withstand the dangers in this ancient house. Moreover, the ghost was eating the second round of rice after six o'clock in the afternoon, so the rate of rice consumption in everyone's hands increased rapidly after six o'clock.
, almost twice as much as before, and the double consumption plus the consumption of time caused the rice in Zhou Deng's bowl to have bottomed out.
Three bowls of rice are more or less generous portions.
Yang Jian has the most weight in his hands, but he and Li Yang consume it together, so they are also bottoming out.
There wasn't much rice left in Liu Qingqing's hands.
Several people seem to be in similar situations.
Maybe I can last until twelve o'clock, maybe I can't...
But everyone understands that if you kill one person and divide the remaining rice, you will be sure to survive twelve o'clock.
Liu Qingqing looked at Yang Jian frequently, especially her eyes often turned to the cracked spear.
Those supernatural items are dangerous.
Liu Qingqing knew that if Yang Jian took action, she would be nailed to the ground in an instant, without the ability to resist.