Mysterious Recovery

A screaming scream echoed in the dark ancient house, which made people creepy.

this moment.

Yang Jian used a hatchet in the back hall to directly trigger the medium and dismember an unknown horror. He acted decisively without any hesitation.

He believes that the sooner the ghosts invade, the higher the danger level will be. If you don't fight back at this moment, it will be too late when the ghosts start to enter the back hall and start killing people.

While the screams echoed, unexpected things happened.

The darkness that had invaded the back hall was receding.

A dimly lit road appeared in the lobby, directly connected with the location of the patio, as if dividing the darkness of the entire ancient house in two, and at the same time, the divided darkness began to move to the left and right corridors.

"It turns out that this piece of darkness is a ghost realm of a ghost. Now after being dismembered by my hatchet, the horror of the ghost has dropped directly, and the ghost realm can't be maintained to the most perfect state." Yang Jian saw this scene, immediately. understood.

What he had hit with a hatchet just now was the source of darkness.

This knife is worth it.

The ancient house has the power to suppress the supernatural, and the ghosts can still invade under this situation, and you can imagine how terrible it is.

If it hadn't been for Yang Jian to cover the back hall with a ghost, maybe this ghost had invaded the back hall silently.

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But using a hatchet requires a corresponding curse.

When Yang Jian dismembered the ghost, the curse also dismembered himself. Whether it was physical damage, even the ghost was the same. Only because the ghost had the ability to splice, it was able to recover within a period of time and resist the hatchet. The curse broke out.

In addition, he can also eliminate the curse instantly by restarting, and restore his own state at once.

Just now.

Yang Jian found that he had not been cursed by the hatchet.

He is still safe and sound, as if the curse no longer exists.

"Another ghost was repelled, and it seemed to have suffered some kind of heavy damage. Even the darkness was receding. What happened at that moment?" Someone opened their eyes wide when they saw this scene, and their faces were incredible.

"It was Yang Jian who did it just now. He just slashed at the air. It seemed that he had hit Li Gui, causing Li Gui to scream and scream, as if he had killed the ghost."

"A ghost can't be killed. Although the effect is obvious, it should only be a serious injury, but it is really terrifying to be able to do this." Fan Xing said, looking at Yang Jian in amazement.

Several other messengers also have incredible expressions.

Is this what makes Yang Jian daunting?

In the case of a real shot, Li Gui could retreat in one fell swoop, and he didn't even dare to approach the back hall anymore.

"The incense is a lot shorter..."

Yang Jian ignored the stunned expressions of everyone, and noticed that the only two incense sticks left in front of the coffin were worn out again.

One of the incense was almost burnt out, only a short section left.

seem.

The missing section has something to do with the curse of the hatchet.

Is it offset?

Or it was transferred.

"What happens if this thing is burned out? Will it lose its asylum, or will it cause other unknown changes?" Yang Jian was slightly worried.

Because there are three incense sticks in front of the red coffin, these three incense sticks are considered to be burnt for seven days according to normal conditions, until the end of the first seven.

But as a piece of incense was stolen, and the curse of the hatchet consumed the incense excessively, I was afraid that it would burn out on the third day.

After the darkness faded temporarily, the various supernatural phenomena in the lobby seemed to be calmed down, because the lobby was empty at the moment, and nothing was found. The ghosts that wandered in the lobby before seemed to be forced to return to the depths of the corridor.

It's just that there are still many strange traces on the ground.

Black palm prints appeared on the high walls, and there were many wet marks on the ground, as if it was raining.

"Ghosts appear to be accompanied by darkness. Once the old house is no longer dark, ghosts will not be able to show up." The eagle observed all this and came to a conclusion.

He looked all the way along the ground.

I noticed a few drops of sticky and black blood sand scattered in various places in the lobby.

It seemed that it was the trace left by the repelled ghost.

"Darkness is just a phenomenon, it is a phenomenon of spiritual invasion of ancient houses. Once the darkness strikes, it means that ghosts are moving. Everything is a sign, not for no reason." Fan Xing said.

Yang Jian took his gaze back from the two sticks of incense, one long and one short. He said, "The ghost has only been repelled temporarily. prosper......"

Suddenly.

He turned to look over.

Fan Xing's expression moved: "Yang Jian, what do you want to say?"

"The curse of the radio is here for you. In the situation just now, ghosts were wandering in the lobby, and it seemed that there was no one in the back hall. The red coffin seemed to be able to shield the ghost's perception, thus guaranteeing us It’s safe, but since the radio appeared, ghosts have been coming straight to the back hall one after another."

"In other words, the ghost has found our position, so the balance of the vigil is lost, and the danger is coming."

Daqiang immediately became angry when he heard this: "It turns out that this is the case, so I said, why the ghosts are so fierce the next day? You were cursed before and attracted the ghosts."

"The balance is broken, and the danger is coming early. If this continues, we will not be able to support the first seven days." Wang Feng also stared at him coldly.

"You can spend the night safely by guarding the coffin, and I have to choose to fight hard with the ghosts. I also found it strange before. Although the mission of the messenger is dangerous, it is not necessary for the seven-day mission to kill the next day. This does not meet the requirements, the original problem lies here." The Eagle also said with dissatisfaction.

Whether it's the first day of being enshrined, or the second day of vigil.

Yang Jian's choice was correct. After making the right choice, there would be absolutely no such danger this night, because the situation just now is a tendency to be destroyed no matter how you look at it.

Fan Xing and several ghost masters next to him were all slightly moved.

They understand in their hearts, but so what.

The ghosts are good for them to provoke, but they also want to live. As for whether other people will be affected, it is not their thinking.

"You shouldn't be surprised if anything happens in this ghost place, Team Yang, what do you think?"

Fan Xing said: "Or does Team Yang think it would be safer for you to do something like us? In fact, Team Yang, you also understand that this old house will only be more dangerous when we die. Yesterday the guy was killed and the body was thrown out of the old house. Outside, it’s the best proof."

"The top priority now is to unite and cooperate to deal with the next situation together. Infighting is very unwise."

Yang Jian said with an indifferent expression at the moment: "You make mistakes, it doesn't matter, people will make mistakes, but then I don't want to see any of you withdraw at a critical time, otherwise, I will immediately eliminate you."

"Also including me?" Fan Xing's expression changed.

"Yes, including you." Yang Jian said.

Fan Xing suddenly squeezed a smile: "Don't worry, this won't happen. To survive, we dare to get on the bus and naturally dare to fight against the ghosts."

"Continue to watch the night."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he didn't say much.

at the same time.

Outside the ancient house.

One person was dangling everywhere. He carried a white lantern in his hand, with a **** letter "Lien" written on it, and he held a stick of incense in his other hand.

The incense was burning, exuding a lingering fragrance.

The white lantern exudes light in the dim environment, a pale light, very strange, but it can illuminate the road ahead.

"If I don't take it, I won't take it? You don't know if I take it secretly." Zhou Deng secretly said in his heart: "I am very interesting. I have kept a copy of everything for you."

He didn't want to stay in the old house.

Because there is danger in the ancient house, and there is no way to find the treasure.

So when the next night came, Zhou Deng secretly took a stick of incense and a white lantern at the door.

Holding the lantern, he didn't try to leave the old house, but just wandered around.

"There is no magical bus in this place. There is really no way to leave." Zhou Deng walked into the old woods along a winding road.

This road is not the same as the trail leading to the gate of the old house.

"The former owner of the ancient house must build a road here to make it easier for him to evacuate one day. Maybe he can find a way to get out of here by walking along this road. If it doesn't work, it is possible to find some treasure buried by the owner of the ancient house."

Zhou Deng's eyes turned and he was making some strange ideas.

Gradually.

He went deep into the old forest along this path.

This road is very strange, it is paved with yellow soil, there is no weed growing on it, and the soil is very new, as if it was repaired a few days ago, there was not even such a road before.

"The trees along the way have been cut down." Zhou Deng found that there were tree stumps in the middle of the road.

It is conceivable that in order to build this yellow mud road, a considerable price was spent.

Carrying the white lantern, I walked deeper and deeper, and the surroundings became darker and darker.

soon.

The nearby woods were all shrouded in darkness, only a vague outline was left. Only a yellow mud road stretched forward, as if it had no end.

"A weird road that never ends? Do you want to turn around and go back?" Zhou Deng frowned, thinking about this question.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head and gave up.

He chose to continue walking forward, because it may not be safe to enter the ancient house after turning around. There are dangers everywhere in this ghost place, and maybe it is better outside.

Without knowing how long he walked, he could not calculate the time.

All he knew was that the old trees around the yellow mud road gradually became sparse, and then he came to an empty place.

This open area is round, covered with yellow soil, and surrounded by dense old forests, and there are no other trails to be found.

The end is here.

In this clearing, Zhou Deng saw several graves.

The old and the new are different, some look many years old, some look like a few years ago, and some are even newly buried. These graves have tombstones with names and portraits on them, and some are placed in front of the tombstones. The sacrifice was white rice in a blue and white porcelain bowl.

The rice is hard, as if it is not cooked,

Zhou Deng took the lantern and came to an earthen grave. He took the lantern and took a photo.

The pale lantern light dispelled the dimness, revealing a portrait.

The portrait was a strange man, he didn't look like the person he is now, he seemed to have been dead for many years, because the clothes were very old when the photo was taken, but he looked very young and quite handsome.

"It's a pity to die here so handsome." Zhou Deng looked down at the bowl of white rice in front of the tombstone.

He put the lantern next to it and stretched out a hand to get it.

However, as Zhou Deng bent over, the eyes of the man on the tombstone turned strangely, and followed his hand to look down.

"Slap~!"

Zhou Deng suddenly retracted his hand and slapped himself.

"Zhou Deng, Zhou Deng, you know that there is a danger here and you reach out to pick up things, if you provoke a curse, what should you do if you are caught by a ghost."

He dismissed the idea, picked up the lantern again, and didn't touch the bowl of white rice in front of the grave.

now.

The eyes of the man in the portrait on the tombstone slowly returned, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

Zhou Deng continued to wander, and he came to the second grave.

In front of the second grave is a very beautiful woman with long hair waist-length, smiling, wearing a cheongsam. Because the photo is black and white, it is impossible to tell what color the cheongsam is.

A bowl of rice is also placed in front of the grave.

It's just that this bowl of rice seems to be less than the bowl in front of the grave before, and it seems to have been eaten.

"It's a pity that the cheongsam seems pretty good. I don't know if it's buried in the grave." Zhou Deng thought.

Then he slapped himself again: "Zhou Deng, Zhou Deng, you can't do this, other people's beautiful beauties, is it appropriate for you to dig other people's graves and want to pick up people's clothes?"

Zhou Deng left with a pity.

He then turned around in front of several other graves.

Unfortunately, there was no special discovery, only a rusty shovel stood in front of a clearing.

Zhou Deng picked it up and tried it, but it was a pity that this was not a supernatural object, it was just a very ordinary thing, which disappointed him greatly.

"It's a waste of time to go back, go back and find nothing."

While Zhou Deng complained, but before he left, he didn't know why. The ghost came to the second woman's grave and inserted the incense stick on the grave.

"I looked at you the most pleasing to the eye. I will give you a joss stick before leaving. It won't be in vain for my Zhou Deng to come here."

He couldn't see what was special about this incense, and it seemed that it would be burned out in a short time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was useless to keep it in your hands, so he simply discarded it. He was not interested in this consumable. Not as useful as the lantern in hand.

Holding the white lantern, Zhou Deng returned the same way.

But not long after he left here.

The incense standing on the head of the tomb was burning rapidly, and the incense ash fell down in sections, and the strange thing was that the burning smoke did not float upwards, but floated downwards, sinking into it. In that old grave.

The smile on the portrait of the woman on the tombstone in front of the grave seemed to have changed a bit, and the smile became wider.

Then the portrait gradually faded and the color faded. In the end, the portrait disappeared, leaving only a blank on the tombstone.

next moment.

The old tomb suddenly sank and collapsed.

An extremely white hand with red nails appeared suddenly, and that hand was placed on the tombstone, and with a slight movement, the tombstone collapsed and was buried in the sunken old grave.

Turned around.

A weird woman wearing a red cheongsam with a graceful figure and waist-length hair appeared in the middle of this clearing.

This woman exudes a kind of fragrance, like the smell of the previous incense after burning, and it seems to have another smell.

However, this woman did not have that rotten, lifeless feeling.

"Wow..."

The wind was blowing in the nearby old forest, and the trees were swaying and rustling.

"Hey, chuckle." The woman let out a laugh.

The laughter echoed, accented.

The swaying old tree immediately recovered its calm.

The woman was gone, she walked along the yellow mud road towards the direction of the ancient house.

Under the red cheongsam is a pair of red high heels, as bright as blood, with a rusty handkerchief hanging around the waist...elegant and weird.