Just when Zhang Luo was thinking about whether to take action, Wang Yinyin's corpse had already stood up on its feet first, and then stood up segment by segment. Since the corpse was lying on its side, standing in this way completely ignored the limitations of the human body.
It is simply putting unscientific information on the public screen.
You know, Wang Yinyin's body was lying beside the sofa. The two girls could clearly see that the body, which had completely lost its color, was moving.
If Qiu Wen doesn't know what plot she is going through at this time, then she is really an idiot.
But even if she could see it, it was just that her brain was frozen and her world view was seriously challenged.
Zhang Luo was not interested in paying attention to the shock of others. The supernatural seemed to have invaded the area with light. This was normal. The white candle only suppressed it. The supernatural could indeed enter the area at will, but would be suppressed to a certain extent.
But Zhang Luo discovered that this suppression is not fixed, and its suppression range and suppression intensity are inversely proportional.
"Unintentional, suppressed."
Skill·Possession!
Wu Xin can control all humanoid dead things!
The moment Zhang Luo spoke, the little puppet in palace attire on the table nodded. At the same time, the body in front of the sofa fell to the ground as if it suddenly fell apart.
Then, he stood up directly as if being pulled by invisible threads. In other words, this was not standing, but being lifted up softly by a few silk threads, like a puppet.
"Tsk." Zhang Luo looked around, seeing shadowy figures all around him. He wondered whether he should burn it with fire again.
"Cough cough cough——!"
There was another burst of old man's coughing sound. This consumptive ghost really didn't stop.
A cold wind blew, and Qiu Wen and two other ordinary women felt a chill to the core, and the hairs on their bodies stood up. However, they were afraid of being scolded again and did not dare to speak out.
This strange wind blew directly onto the burning candle, and the candlelight swayed even more violently, as if it was about to be extinguished at any time.
"Click—!"
Another bell rang.
"puff--!"
The candle was completely extinguished and plunged into darkness.
"Ouch——!"
"Da da da--!"
"scare--!"
Several ghosts of different forms attacked at the same time. Matsushima Norika did not move and just glanced at one of the ghosts.
The ghost's sharp claws penetrated into his companion's body. The guy was still a little dazed, but he was instantly trampled to death by Ji Xiang.
Zhang Luo didn't sit idle and took out the Lihuo Talisman to clear the place.
With such a powerful talisman, when should I not use it at this time?
"唳——!"
A firebird bursts out, all the ghosts are wailing, it seems nothing is difficult.
Then, there was a click.
The clock was turned to 12 o'clock by an invisible force.
Zhang Luo felt that his movements were stagnant, the firebird began to shrink back, the dead ghost appeared again and ran back to the attic, and everything was playing backwards.
…
"when--!"
"when--!"
"when--!"
"..."
The 12 o'clock bell rang again, and every sound seemed to strike people's souls.
Zhang Luo swallowed, feeling his throat extremely dry.
The green candlelight of the white candle did not light up again, and his Lihuo Talisman was also consumed, but the ghost was unscathed.
This is so cheating!
That cunning disaster has not appeared yet.
Zhang Luo knew he might be in trouble this time.
No wonder I had a strong feeling before, this place was really a bit hopeless. Although I had already felt that there was something wrong with the clock before, Zhang Luo didn't expect that a disaster could play so well and be invincible by nature.
This time, Matsushima Norika was a little sluggish, and Wuxin was even more suspicious of ghosts.
Zhang Luo's all-conquering ancient books, talismans, and seals are useless, so how can we fight this?