So it may be to play with a series of mechanisms in the correct order, or it may be to achieve certain preset conditions, or it may be to find some special props to complete a behavior or task.
Of course, if you have enough power and can find the ghost behind it, you can also end the ghost wall attack by directly destroying it.
According to Fatty, his friend didn't expect such a design in an ordinary Western Han Dynasty tomb before he started fighting, so he didn't think too much about the preparations for exterminating spirits and evil spirits. He just asked Fatty
I asked for some basic commonly used spells.
But this was probably the thing he regretted the most in his life, because when everyone was searching for a long time to no avail, and when they were about to run out of food and ammunition and die of thirst, someone actually discovered an ancient inscription from the Han Dynasty on the ground very close to him.
Tips for writing.
The method to get out turns out to be very simple. As long as the number of survivors reaches half of what it was when they first entered, the soul-hanging ladder will be automatically lifted and the closed space will be reopened.
Since he was able to come out alive, he must have killed many of his companions in the ancient tomb that day. The fat man said that the man finally chose to retire and never engage in tomb robbing again. Moreover, he had a strange problem, that is, he would never
If you dare to live in a closed house with walls around you and a roof above your head, you can only sleep on the street and lie down in the park every day.
If you take him to a closed room, he will become agitated and look towards the window constantly. Over time, he will lose control of his emotions, become hysterical, rush out desperately, and even lift heavy objects directly.
Smash the wall.
If the room you take him into has no windows or a wide view of the outside, it won't even take a few minutes for him to go crazy until he gets out.
The doctor said that it was an extremely severe subspecies of claustrophobia, but no one knew whether it was a psychological shadow left by the experience in the Soul Suspended Elevator, or a direct curse given by the Soul Suspended Elevator.
And now I seem to be facing the same problem, but the situation I encountered is even more unclear. There is no hint on how to get out. The only clue that can be called a clue is that I know the specimen bottle and this door.
It seems to be a link point in space.
As for where the clues are, firstly I have to look for them myself, and secondly it probably depends on the sneaky mood of the person who locked me here. I know that the soul-hanging ladders in some tombs were not that powerful when they were originally designed.
, even knowledgeable people can crack it after trying for a while.
However, as more and more victims fell into it, the resentful souls trapped in the hanging soul ladder and unable to get out all turned into existences similar to earth-bound spirits, lingering in this closed space for a long time, providing them with resentment.
and power, making it more powerful, weird and difficult to crack.
Even their purpose is to capture batch after batch of victims, slowly watching them search to no avail as they did before they were alive, falling into despair, and finally dying of exhaustion, as if this is the only way to soothe and soothe their burning anger and resentment.
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Just like the story the fat man told me, half of the ghosts in charge of the hanging soul ladder must be sacrificed by the tomb robbers who want to come in in order to appease their resentment and satisfy their revenge and bad taste, and the remaining ones
Those who kill their companions with their own hands will have to live in the shadow of this tragic encounter for the rest of their lives. It is probably another vicious curse.
So what are the wishes, or resentments, of the ghosts who left me here? After all, I am also a Mr. Yin and Yang with some experience, and the Dharma in my body will automatically appear from time to time, releasing the salvation of the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra"
If it were an ordinary ghost, I wouldn't really be afraid of it.
I tried to look for any clear hints on the walls, floors or books in this room. However, I crawled around like a puppy, looking left and right, but I couldn't find anything noteworthy at all.
thing.
The books on the bookshelf are all normal. They are just some common medical books and magazines. Judging from the dates of the magazines, they were already several years ago. I think these were the original products of this factory before it was taken over by the evil witch cult.
As far as the existing books are concerned, the Evil Witch Cult has basically not touched the collection of books here, and it is unlikely to leave any clues.
Feeling that things were at an impasse, I had to find a chair to sit down and think calmly. The most important thing now is not to waste too much energy.
Although I am in the infirmary, there are two or three bottles of glucose saline on the medicine cabinet. If you include 408 and 508, that is three times the amount. A full bottle is enough to last a week.
But the fat man outside can't wait that long. If his wound can't heal on its own, the blood will probably drain out tonight, let alone a week.
Moreover, a normal diet and drinking nutrient solution directly are two different things. Maybe there is not much difference for basic survival, but if you want to fight or even generate Taoism, adequate food intake is the most basic condition.
Thinking of this, I became a little impatient, so I took out my phone and looked at it. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, which meant that the sun would set soon, ushering in the night when the snakes and insects were most active.
Perhaps because of the terrain, although these three identical rooms do not face the sunlight directly, they seem to be closer to the outside of the factory building as they go down. Therefore, the natural light of 308 is enough for me to see the structure of the house clearly, and
508 is almost pitch black.
I thought about it and decided to go to the two rooms upstairs to collect the Minghuang Talisman first. Putting them there consumes my Taoist magic, especially in 508. I posted more than a dozen of them. Although this kind of Talisman consumes little, it still consumes a lot of energy.
When you don't know when you will be able to go out, every penny saved is worth a penny.
With the experience of the first two times, I am now familiar with the road. I picked up the mahogany sword, walked to the specimen bottle, and lifted the white cloth. This time, I seemed to see more clearly, and I also saw the upper body of the specimen.
It was determined that it was a normal thin man, but before he could see his face clearly, the white cloth covered him again.
The surrounding light suddenly became brighter. Without guessing, I knew that it was the Minghuang Talisman that I had posted on the table of 408. I turned around and went back, took it off and put it in my pocket, and prepared to do the same thing again and return to 508.
Boom, boom, boom!
What happened? There was a knock on the door! I couldn't help but stand on my hair, straightened my body, and froze in place, looking at the door in disbelief.
Thump thump! Thump thump! Thump thump thump!
The knocking on the door became louder and louder, more and more intense, with anxiety, longing and even a hint of anger, as if accusing me of why I didn't get up and open the door.