After this day arrived, nothing unusual happened in the ancient house. The only thing that was wrong was that the evil ghosts in the ancient house were dissipating. These horrible things began to wander away as if they had lost their target.
The crisis is slowly receding.
Yang Jian saw that the vague ghost figure on the wall was also leaving. The ghost was walking along the wall, all the way towards the outside of the ancient house, and finally disappeared in the patio. It seemed that he left here directly along the gap in the patio.
The blurry ghost figures are also dissipating, and these figures can be vaguely seen shaking, gradually scattering away.
"The ghost is leaving." Eagle looked at the black dice in front of him.
After one turn, a number was left, and then it stopped turning.
The evil ghost who was playing the dice game left. I don’t know whether this evil ghost forcibly left the dice game, or whether the eagle won the game, so this evil ghost abided by the rules of the game and chose to leave.
But none of this matters.
This horrific day finally came to an end.
Liu Qingqing frowned. She survived and was not attacked. The rice in her hand had been eaten before. Some kind of supernatural power protected her and prevented her from being attacked by a ghost.
"The ghosts are leaving, and I can feel that there are less and less supernatural interference nearby." Yang Jian said directly in the ghost realm.
Five levels of ghost realm.
Isolated from everything, only very powerful ghosts can invade.
But now, not only are there no evil ghosts invading, there are no supernatural beings even in the third level ghost realm.
Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately withdrew from the fifth-level ghost realm. He did not take back the ghost realm immediately, but gradually reduced the number of ghost realms to prepare for accidents to happen.
"The evil ghosts in the ghost realm on the second floor have also disappeared."
Zhou Deng said: "The ghost banquet is over and the ghosts are separated. This is in line with the arrangement of this day."
"Midnight is both safe and dangerous. Safety is because the dangers of the previous day will disappear, but danger is that a new day will welcome new terrors." Li Yang said.
Yang Jian said: "The first seven days are just around the corner. The mission of delivering the message will be over soon. Although the process is dangerous, it is almost completed in the end."
As he spoke, he closed one of his ghost eyes again.
The ghost realm has retreated to the third level.
After a while, the ghost realm on the first level no longer felt any supernatural interference. At the same time, the scope of the ghost realm was also expanding, not only the lobby, but also the courtyard in front of it. But even so, he could only
I feel a small amount of supernatural interference, and the scope of the interference is getting smaller.
This shows that the supernatural powers in the ancient house are constantly decreasing.
Finally, at about 12:20, Yang Jian was sure that the ghost had left, and he immediately took back the ghost domain.
The figures of Zhou Deng and Li Yang appeared again.
"It's safe, ghost, we've left the ancient house." Yang Jian said, "But you still have to pay attention to safety. There may be some supernatural beings that I can't detect."
"Of course, I know that."
Zhou Deng took off the human skin mask at this time. He felt a lot more relaxed all over and breathed out slowly.
"The suppression of the ancient house has disappeared, you should still be at risk of the ghost reviving, right? Can you use your own ghost power next?" Yang Jian looked at him and asked.
Zhou Deng had been wearing a human skin mask to protect himself before, and had not used his supernatural power once. It was not that he did not want to use it, but that he was at risk of the ghost reviving, otherwise he would not have taken the supernatural bus.
"Short-term use should not be a problem." Zhou Deng said: "I can no longer feel the restlessness of the ghost's recovery, but it is also because I have not overused the ghost's ability. The next step will depend on the situation."
Yang Jian said: "That's good."
After speaking, he looked at the roof of the ancient house.
The red balloon wrapped around the arm of Yang Xiaohua's corpse, hanging the corpse in mid-air, floating in the air, neither flying away nor falling.
"I'm going to put her down. We may need to use that red balloon today."
On the sixth day, Yang Jian decided to put Yang Xiaohua down at this time, provided that she had not died yet. If she died, then there would be no way to take the red balloon away.
soon.
Yang Jian walked a few steps up the wall and came to Yang Xiaohua's body in mid-air. He reached out and tore off the yellow paper covering her face.
This yellow paper can put living people into a state of suspended animation and prevent them from being attacked by evil spirits. However, you will also be unable to move. You need someone to tear up the yellow paper again before you can wake up. Otherwise, you may be like this for the rest of your life.
Lost the yellow paper covering his face.
Yang Xiaohua no longer has any supernatural powers.
The red balloon's restraint on her disappeared, and she fell from the air and landed on the ground.
The feeling of weightlessness and the sharp pain in her butt made Yang Xiaohua sit up instantly.
Yang Jian didn't speak, he just stood by and held the cracked spear in his hand tightly.
If there is any abnormality, Yang Xiaohua will be directly nailed to death.
"Why didn't you let me down until now?" Yang Xiaohua said a little crazy at this time: "I've been hanging in the air these days and I've almost gone crazy."
"Are you still conscious?" Yang Jian asked with a look on his face.
"I'm not dead at all, I just can't move my body and my head is very clear," Yang Xiaohua said.
Yang Jian looked at Zhou Deng.
Zhou Deng said: "This situation is slightly different from what I had before. Maybe the yellow paper is incomplete, so the effect of sleeping is not so perfect, so the consciousness is awake. It seems that the more complete the yellow paper, the better the effect of sealing a person."
, what is incomplete is defective.”
Yang Jian looked at the yellow paper in his hand. There were burnt parts and gaps on it.
This may be the reason why Yang Xiaohua can fall into a deep sleep and still remain conscious.
"Fortunately it's only a few days, otherwise if it goes on for a long time, people would have gone crazy by the time they tear up the yellow paper." Zhou Deng smiled.
You can imagine how terrifying it would be to feel like a person is suspended in mid-air, unable to move, with no feeling in his body and yet he is awake.
Yang Xiaohua was pretty good and survived.
Yang Jian said: "Your consciousness is awake, but can you hear and see what's going on outside?"
"No, it's like I'm locked in a dark room. I can't hear anything or see anything." Yang Xiaohua still looked crazy. She was listless and in great pain, as if she was full of food.
Suffered devastation and torture.
Li Yang said: "If you knew what happened these days, you would be very lucky to be alive, and you wouldn't have to look at how many people are left on our side now."
After hearing this, Yang Xiaohua noticed that the lobby of the ancient house was empty.
It was very different from when her face was covered.
Obviously, those who were reduced died here.
However, she stared at Liu Qingqing, looking a little surprised, because she remembered that Liu Qingqing had disappeared on the first and second days, and did not enter the ancient house immediately. She did not expect to appear again now.
She's so lucky to be here.
"What day is it now? Is it already the first seven?" Yang Xiaohua looked away and asked.
She no longer dwells on what happened before.
Compared with others, it is a miracle that I, an ordinary person, have survived until now.
"It's the sixth day." Yang Jian said: "Today may be the time to use that red balloon, so I'll let you down, eat something, take a rest, and prepare for today's events."
"It's the sixth day, four days have passed so quickly?"
Yang Xiaohua was startled, and then asked: "What are you going to do today?"
"Funeral."
At this time, Yang Jian left and returned to the room where everyone was staying before. He took out all the backpacks of Da Qiang, Wang Feng, Yingying and others, and threw them on the ground.
The backpack contains a flashlight, clothes, food and water, as well as some emergency medical supplies.
"After eating and drinking, I'm ready to go on the road. Hey, there's still wine? That's great. Those people don't need to take advantage of me now."
Zhou Deng was not polite and walked over directly, opened his backpack and started eating and drinking.
Yang Xiaohua also immediately took her backpack over. She took out the food and water she had prepared before, and wanted to eat until she was full.
"That's right. We are just starting on the sixth day. This is the safest time. You should really take a good rest." Eagle also came over. He took away his backpack and opened it to see that everything was still there.
He was not worried that someone would steal his things, but just to confirm the things.
"Today's funeral will leave the old house and go to the woods behind it, so we need to bring glow sticks, flashlights and the like. Food and water will depend on the situation. The other things will be left here. Anyway, we will leave as soon as the first day of the week is over.
, you don’t need to carry it on your back to waste energy and hinder your actions.”
The eagle was also very hungry, but he ate and drank very slowly to avoid overeating and causing physical problems.
Liu Qingqing stood alone next to her. She looked a little unnatural when she saw Yang Jian and others having dinner together.
But she doesn't need to eat, drink, rest, or replenish her strength.
Most of her body now consists of supernatural beings, and she can survive by relying on supernatural power. She is an outlier in the supernatural world, because she has never been in danger of the ghosts resurrecting, and has embarked on a unique path.
An hour later, everyone finished eating, drinking, and tidying up, and then began to rest.
Even if you can't sleep, it's good to lean against the wall next to you and squint for a while.
Yang Jian was also an outlier. He didn't sleep either. He was sitting there holding a cracked spear. Although his eyes were closed, a ghost eye on his forehead was restlessly moving around, peeping at all abnormalities and movements around him.
But it's very quiet today.
There wasn't even a sound of wind outside, let alone any weird knocking on the door.
The interior of the ancient house is no longer so cold.
Some of the weird atmosphere dissipated inexplicably, and even the ancient house now became a little brighter, no longer so gloomy.
"I'm afraid this ancient house will be completely abandoned after the first seven days, and all the supernatural beings will have left." Yang Jian thought to himself, and he peeked at the aisles on the left and right with his ghostly eyes.
The hallway is no longer dark.
There was no movement in the rooms on the left and right, and most importantly, he could see the ends of the aisles on the left and right.
Before, these two corridors were endless, and the same was true for those rooms.
"Four from the left and three from the right. There are seven rooms in this ancient house." Yang Jian calculated the rooms without any supernatural interference.
No more, no less, exactly seven rooms.
"This shows that there were seven people living in this ancient house, or it could be said that it was built according to the scale of seven people."
"Seven? This is the size of a small team, but why are there only five graves behind the forest? Even if you include this old man, there are only six graves. So there is one less person?"
Yang Jian was thinking wildly again.
Team of seven, six graves.
The remaining member of this team of ghost masters from the Republic of China seems to have disappeared.
Did someone behind him break away from the team, or is the remaining person not dead?
Yang Jian closed his eyes and thought about this problem in his mind.
soon.
The image of the scary old woman in Room 301 of Dachuan City came to mind.
Could she be the seventh person?
He had seen this old woman before when he triggered the medium, but she had not appeared until now.
Time passed little by little.
One hour, two hours...
Seeing that there was no danger, everyone relaxed a lot and took a rest. Even Zhou Deng curled up on the ground and yawned. His face was slightly red, and he seemed to be drunk.
The alcohol content was very high. I don’t know which messenger brought it. He probably wanted to drink at some point to strengthen his courage or relax his mind. Unexpectedly, Zhou Denghe drank it all.
"Can you also fall asleep here?" Li Yang took a look and felt a little admiration.
But at 4:30 in the morning.
There was a slight abnormality in the ancient house.
Crunch!
The door to the back hall was blown open by the wind or someone pushed it open, making a noise.
At this slight movement, everyone opened their eyes instantly.
Even Zhou Deng, who was sleeping drunk, suddenly woke up and turned over to sit up. His eyes became very sharp, without any sense of randomness or indulgence.
"The back door is open. This is a signal." Li Yang immediately looked at Yang Jian.
"Captain Yang, it's time for the funeral." Zhou Deng stood up.
Yang Jian stood up slowly with a cracked spear in his hand. He didn't speak, but walked to the side of the eagle.
The eagle was sitting on the wall with his eyes closed, as if he was fast asleep. He held two dice, one black and one red, in his hands, ready to throw them out at any time.
Yang Jian, who was approaching, bent down, opened Eagle's palm, picked up the two dice, and put them into his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Liu Qingqing walked over with her long legs and red high heels, her face wary.
"he died."
Yang Jian said coldly: "He died half an hour ago, due to the curse of the music box."
What?
Liu Qingqing was startled for a moment, then looked at the eagle. The eagle still didn't move. She immediately surrendered and touched the eagle's neck.
There was no pulse, it was cold and dead.
"I won't make a mistake. The curse of the music box has returned to me. There is only one way to do this, and that is that the curse of the music box has broken out."
Yang Jian said and looked at Li Yang: "Now I will use the eagle's body to help you recover your hands and feet."
"Yang Jian, you are crazy, you won't even let go of the eagle's body." Liu Qingqing scolded.
"His body will rot and turn into withered bones if left here. If the worst is worse, it will be transformed into a ghost by supernatural invasion and wander around the world. No matter what the situation is, it is not a good result. Instead of this, why not help me again?
Let Li Yang resume action."
Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing and said.
Liu Qingqing stopped Yang Jian; "He helped you, you should let him die a proper death, and you should not touch his body. I will take his body away from the old house and find a place to bury it."
After saying that, she directly carried the eagle's body on her back.
"Sure enough, you have known him for a long time." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and said.
"Yingying and I met on the second floor of the post office." Liu Qingqing said: "He is older than me, so he went to the fourth floor of the post office first. At that time, I received his help and care."
"So you are using this incompetent behavior to repay him? It's really ridiculous. If you really wanted to repay him, he might not die here."
Yang Jian's tone was cold, and then he turned around and did not take the eagle's body to use as a puzzle piece to make up for Li Yang's incompleteness.
Although this decision was wrong, Eagle did contribute a lot in this operation, so he gave up the idea.
"Yang Xiaohua, you carry Li Yang on your back, and Zhou Deng and I will carry the coffin," Yang Jian said.
"Okay, okay," Yang Xiaohua didn't resist, she walked to Li Yang and carried him on her back.
Li Yang, who is missing both legs and one hand, is not heavy and even a woman can easily carry it on her back.
Yang Jian and Zhou Deng came to the red coffin.
Both of them were ghost masters, and their strength was not that of ordinary people, so they directly lifted the coffin.
But as a surprise.
This red coffin is surprisingly light.
It was as light as if there was no body inside the coffin.
The two looked at each other, each seeing a hint of surprise.
"Want to open it and take a look?" Zhou Deng asked.
"Once the old man comes out of the coffin, many people will die. No, just bury him like this." Yang Jian rejected the proposal.