Liu San, who was right next to Li Leping, immediately stopped, his pupils narrowed, and he looked at the figure blocking the crowd with a look of horror.
The old man stood in front of them, and the five of them stood behind the old man, as if they had become a background.
This is exactly the same as the situation on the portrait.
"Oops."
Li Leping's face also didn't look very good.
Because the ghost candle that was left in his hand suddenly jumped into flames, and the fire expanded again and again, as if it was stimulating its own energy, burning violently, and the rate of consumption began to increase dramatically.
There are ghosts around.
"It's not good..."
Su Fan looked ugly and held the phone tightly.
He now somewhat understands why the protagonist in the game died.
I thought I could escape, but in the end, ghosts blocked the door.
And what frightens everyone the most is that misfortunes never come singly.
Just now, they had been fighting wits and courage in the air in the room, and had no chance to see the situation outside.
However, now, after they evacuated from the house, they were surprised to find that a portrait had been hung on the walls and roofs of the surrounding houses.
Under the erosion of the ghost paintings, the houses one after another turned gray and white, as if the whole world had lost its original color at this moment, leaving only this monotonous gray and white.
There were even some portraits scattered on the ground, and some frames looked incomplete. There was nothing inside the frame.
But this does not mean that these picture frames are just decorations, because there seems to be some kind of power that is perfecting these incomplete picture frames. Oil paintings are looming in the picture frames, and they may be turned into real objects at any time.
At this moment, Huanggang Village, which is supposed to belong to ghosts, is full of traces of invasion by ghost paintings.
These portraits and portraits are the best proof.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
at this time.
Among the densely packed paintings hanging on the walls and roofs, several fell to the ground.
A horrific scene happened.
Strange figures began to appear around the fallen portrait.
Those figures were twisted and uncertain like false hallucinations, but they actually existed. The figures began to solidify gradually, as if they were about to become part of reality.
The ghost in the portrait is coming out.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Several more portraits fell down.
As the portrait fell, cold limbs began to stretch out from the oil painting.
Some of the outstretched hands and feet looked like they were swollen and whitened by blisters, some looked like they had been scorched and turned black by fire, and some were as pale as corpses.
And these stretched-out limbs began to twitch continuously at this moment, as if it represented that the evil ghost in the painting was about to revive, and was trying to break away from the oil painting, walk out of the painting, and invade Huanggang Village.
When everyone saw this, their hearts trembled.
Although they have experienced many supernatural events, everyone feels a little frightened when they see the densely packed portraits in front of them constantly falling and the strangeness appearing in each oil painting.
Ghost paintings have even invaded homes in Huanggang Village.
After the ghosts were suppressed, the five people wandering around Huanggang Village seemed to have become the targets of the ghost paintings.
"It's over."
A Hong's trembling voice revealed a trace of despair.
The portraits continued to fall, and more and more figures began to appear in the darkness.
Not only was the weird old man in front of them, but they were also surrounded by more ghosts. They were surrounded by countless ghosts sealed in the ghost paintings.
Wang Xiaoming's plan succeeded, and Gui Cha was suppressed by Gui Hua.
But a bigger problem came to light.
That is, once the ghost painting wins the confrontation, how will Li Leping and others in the ghost domain face the next attack by the ghost painting?
At this moment, due to the victory of ghost paintings, there are traces of the invasion of ghost paintings everywhere in Huanggang Village.
The world became gray, and countless oil paintings with various strange characters were hung on the walls of the farmhouse. However, the ghost paintings did not seem to be very smooth in the process of suppressing the ghosts. They seemed to be consumed themselves, so the ghost paintings did not exist.
At the first opportunity, they launched an attack on the five remaining living people in Huanggang Village.
But the recovery speed of ghosts is amazing.
Ghosts cannot be killed. Once Gui Hua wins the confrontation with Gui Cha, it won't take long for Gui Hua to recover quickly.
Once the ghost painting is completely restored, it will be fatal to Li Leping and the five people. Even if everyone in their five-person team is a ghost controller carefully selected by the headquarters, it is impossible.
Fight against such a powerful ghost painting ghost realm.
"Damn it, ghost paintings have completely invaded ghost posts, Li Leping, what should I do?"
Liu San couldn't help but become anxious at this time. Although he had controlled the supernatural power of the paper man and his life was longer than that of ordinary ghost controllers, looking at the portraits and portraits scattered on the ground or hanging on the farmhouse,
At least there must be dozens of paintings.
Dozens of oil paintings, dozens of strange figures about to come out of the oil paintings.
Even though they were dozens of meters apart, Liu San could clearly feel the cold aura emitted by these strange figures.
The weird instinct between ghosts and ghosts to sense each other reminds everyone all the time that they are being targeted by ghosts.
Maybe they weren't targeted by all the ghosts because they were very cautious in every move they made, so as not to trigger the killing patterns of every evil ghost.
But now, being targeted by a few ghosts is no longer important.
Quantitative changes will lead to a terrible qualitative change.
Being targeted by ten ghosts means death, and being targeted by twenty ghosts means death. There is no difference in the outcome, it's just the process of death that is different.
Not to mention, there is an old man not far away blocking their way.
The number of ghosts that exist here is too staggering, and Liu San and others have no information about these ghosts at all. Faced with such a group of terrifying ghosts, once they attack in groups, no matter how powerful the ghost controller is, he will die here.
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Under this situation, Liu San could not think of any other solution and could only pin his hopes on Li Leping.
Not only Liu San, but also Gu Li, Su Fan, and A Hong all looked at Li Leping at this moment.
It seemed that only he could handle this kind of situation.
After all, Li Leping is a fierce man who can solve an S-class supernatural incident on his own. If we want to fight against the current desperate situation, we can only rely on him.
Only he has the ability to escape from these evil spirits.
"Tch, you do think highly of me."
Li Leping's face didn't look very good either. He lowered his head and glanced at the burning level of the ghost candle in his hand.
The green flames swayed on the ghost candle. The flames expanded and contracted again and again, bursting out the last remaining energy, as if they were about to be extinguished at any time, and the range they could illuminate was also constantly shrinking.
This ghost candle, which has not much left at all, can't burn for long. It will last for ten seconds at most before it is completely extinguished.
If the evil ghosts wandering around attack them at this time, the ghost candle in their hands may not be able to hold on for even a second.
"The ghost candle is about to go out. We must find a way to get rid of it, otherwise we will all die here."
Su Fan could no longer suppress the fear in his eyes, his voice was trembling, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
"How about we retreat to this old house? There are still a few doors in this house. Once the agreed time comes, we can still escape if we use them." Gu Li tightened the door handle in his hand.
suggested.
"What about Wei Jing?" A Hong asked.
"Damn it, at a time like this, I can't even protect myself. Who has time to care about Wei Jing, who doesn't know whether he's dead or alive? What if he was put down from the rope, and he didn't recover as Wang Xiaoming expected, but
If we are still ghosts, wouldn’t we be made a big dumpling?”
In desperation, Gu Li was no longer polite when he spoke.
The reason he came here was to prevent Wei Jing from losing control and dismembering him at the critical moment.
Therefore, he does not need to be responsible for Wei Jing, he only needs to be responsible for Wei Jing who is out of control.
Li Leping's eyes moved slightly and did not intervene in the dispute.
He is thinking.
They only have this one chance, one chance to take Wei Jing away, one chance to escape.
"We have to fight hard."
Thinking of this, Li Leping also gritted his teeth, and then took out another ghost candle from his arms.
"What the hell? Do you still have some in stock?"
When Gu Li saw Li Leping taking out another ghost candle, his face suddenly lit up.
But this joy did not last for a few seconds and was quickly replaced by fear.
Because the current situation cannot be changed by one or two ghost candles.
Too many ghosts appeared nearby. Although they have not completely emerged from the oil painting yet, there are still ten minutes left before the time they agreed with Wang Xiaoming.
And these ten minutes are more than enough for these evil ghosts who are about to come out of the oil painting.
More and more ghosts began to emerge from the oil paintings, and the illusory and unreal figures like images gradually transformed into an entity. Those ghosts that stretched out their hands and feet from the oil paintings, or simply poked out a dead head.
Will recover soon.
A ghost candle may be able to temporarily ward off a few less terrifying ghosts.
However, trying to survive for ten minutes from this astonishing number of evil ghosts is undoubtedly a fantasy.
Unless Li Leping empties all the inventory of ghost candles in the headquarters, he might have a chance to waste them here.
"Gu Li, take this ghost candle."
As he spoke, Li Leping seemed to have made up his mind, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he lit the ghost candle in his hand and handed it to Gu Li.
The ghost candle that was about to go out was blown out directly.
Once again, the cold candlelight dispelled the surrounding darkness, illuminating a three-meter area around everyone.
Looking out with the faint light, the amount of paper dust floating in the sky has been reduced visibly to the naked eye.
This is not because the ghost painting is at a disadvantage, but because it has completely gained the upper hand. The gray-white paper dust has completely submerged this area. Now Huanggang Village is about to be completely suppressed by the ghost painting.
Perhaps, when the evil ghosts in the oil paintings come out, this area will truly become part of the ghost painting realm.