Chapter 269: The Way to Break the Damage

Yang Jian appeared in front of everyone in the form of a tall ghost for the first time. All the messengers in the lobby were stunned, shocked, and a kind of indescribable creepy fear.

They placed all their hopes on Yang Jian, and Yang Jian’s real identity turned out to be a ghost!

The tall black shadow wearing a blood-colored face was like a three-dimensional existence, with a black and stiff hand holding a cracked spear, a pair of scarlet ghost eyes emitting a faint red light, peering at the coffin in the lobby, carrying a kind of

Inexplicable power.

It gives people the same feeling as Yang Jian before.

Yang Jian was unable to open his mouth or speak at this moment. His indifferent eyes were taken back from the coffin and the ghost crawled into his body again.

The fifth day of the ghost banquet began, and the three bowls of white rice needed blood as a medium to be eaten by the evil ghosts and help them offset the evil ghosts' attacks.

Ghosts eat food.

At this time in the lobby.

After the illusory figure covering the eyes was dismembered by the hatchet, it was actively reviving, crawling back into its body, trying to retrieve its broken limbs and trying to repair the puzzle.

The same is true for the marionette of a female corpse.

Only the evil ghost behind the severely rotten corpse was not moving. Wang Feng was still playing supernatural games, using the rules of the game to bind the evil ghost's actions.

The rules of the supernatural game are very simple. Comparing points by ghost dice, the points are smaller than the evil ghost, and living people are killed by curses on ghost dice. If the points are greater than the evil ghost, the ghost dice will cause the evil ghost to retreat a certain distance.

In a game of competing with points.

Although the points Wang Feng cast were not higher than those of the evil ghosts every time, the curse of the music box blocked the curse of the ghost dice for him, allowing him to survive until now.

Yang Jian walked up to everyone, took out two bowls of white rice, and the golden spear cut his palm, and the sticky blood flowed out directly stained half a bowl of white rice, then dug it away and held it in his hand.

After the ghost eats the food, a grain of rice offsets an attack from the evil ghost.

However, as soon as Yang Jian approached, the eagle and Daqiang immediately became nervous and their bodies couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Yang Xiaohua asked tremblingly: "Yang Jian, are you a ghost?"

Yang Jian took a cold look: "Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing, if you say it..."

Incarnation into an alien is equivalent to a real evil ghost, and ghosts cannot be killed. If someone reveals their secrets, the outcome will be very pitiful.

Yang Xiaohua shook her head repeatedly: "I saw nothing."

Eagle, Wang Feng, and Daqiang also promised repeatedly that this secret would never be exposed.

Yang Jian actually didn't mind the exposure of the ghost, so he did not modify their memories. He said in a deep voice: "It's past twelve o'clock in the evening, and the fifth day is a ghost banquet. But Liang Xingyang had an accident, and this day will become

It's even more steep. Eagle, Daqiang, Yang Xiaohua, you each have half a bowl of rice, and keep the last bowl of rice in case of accidents."

Others have no objection to this.

Wang Feng's face was ugly, his eyes flashed, and the dissatisfaction flashed across his face, but considering that Yang Jian was a ghost, he could only keep his words in his heart.

Wang Feng was cursed by the music box, even if his body became ragged. As long as the ringtone curse did not explode, he would not die.

Therefore, Yang Jian excluded his quota when it comes to rice distribution.

One minute later.

The rotten corpse evil ghost came over again. I don’t know how many times the ghost dice was thrown out by him, and the supernatural game is still going on.

Yang Jian's eyes were gloomy at this moment, and he looked up at the outside of the house.

Because of Liang Xingyang's silence.

The rain outside is gradually getting smaller.

In the open space at the door, a supernatural phenomenon appeared, and eight blurred figures were gradually becoming clear.

It seems that because the deep rain ghosts dissipated, the eight figures that leaned on black paper umbrellas were being deported and returned to reality.

When the heavy rain completely stopped, the paper umbrella lost its dependence on the rain. Except for Zhou Deng, who had a human skin mask, the remaining seven people were sadly exposed to the ghost tide, and the chance of surviving was extremely low.

The assimilated black veil evil spirit is also out of control.

The dense black veil fell off layer by layer.

The trapped evil spirit is struggling violently inside, as if he is going to take the initiative to break free from the shackles of the black veil and get rid of the limitations of assimilation.

After the source of the black veil evil ghost and the vague and strange figure fell into a conflict between the supernatural, the source was restricted, and the derived supernatural also lost its effect.

If Liang Xingyang cannot wake up in time, the most terrifying scene in the ancient house will happen. Many evil ghosts will break free from the shackles of the black veil, change their camps, and participate in the fifth day of the ghost banquet.

Just three bowls of rice are definitely not enough to eat.

With the fifth day approaching.

"Bang bang bang."

A rapid sound of knocking the door sounded, and everyone looked over, but couldn't see the person who knocked the door.

Dirty slap marks appeared strangely on the gate of the ancient house. The evil ghosts in the ghost forest lost the black veil and were rushing into the courtyard one after another.

Except for the situation in ancient houses.

There were also creaking sounds of door openings on both sides of the patio, and darkness surged out in the aisle, like a ball of black fog spreading, which could be vented at any time.

Yang Jian came to the water with a cracked spear.

There were still ripples on a pool of water, and the overlapping figures were still shaking.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes ignored the rippling water, locked in the overlapping figures, and found a trace of abnormality.

The blurry and weird figure is gradually becoming clear, with a three-dimensional feeling. The eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and eyebrows slowly emerge. The shadowy face is exactly the same as Liang Xingyang, and the outline of the body is reshaped, looking

It's a young man.

However, the young man's eyes were closed and he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

"Once the time is restarted on a large scale, the date of the ancient house will definitely be disrupted. But I can't care about so many things. If the ghost paintings of relatives and friends who were funeral for the deceased on the sixth day do not appear, everyone will still have to finish it."

"I just hope Lao Liang can get out of trouble within half an hour of the time limit for the Ghost Eye restart, otherwise he can only force the restart, so that time can go back to the fourth day, correct everything, and have hope of breaking the dead end."

Once the evil ghosts covered by black gauze outside the gate of the ancient house escaped, the number of evil ghosts participating in the ghost banquet increased sharply, and three bowls of white rice could not last for a day, and even Yang Jian could not guarantee that he could hold on.

However, disrupting the date of the ancient house by restarting will also lead to another dead end.

The scope of the restart cannot affect the ghost forest outside the ancient house. The evil ghosts who came to attend the ghost banquet on the fifth day are not affected by the restart. They will definitely collide with the mourning ghosts on the fourth day. Two groups of evil ghosts gathered in the ancient house.

, this will kill many people.

The only vitality lies in Liang Xingyang. If he could wake up in time and maintain the rain ghosts and the assimilated black veil ghosts, it would be enough to smoothly transition to the sixth day of funeral.

Yang Jian thought wildly in his mind and found a way to break the deadlock.

The nine ghost eyes were spinning restlessly, peeking at everything in reality.

In the dark and cold ancient house.

Black figures rushed into the lobby, crowded around, as if they were about to swallow everyone here.

The ghost banquet has begun.

I saw a cold arm stretching out from behind Yang Jian, and a shriveled head with a cold breath stretched out from the right side of his neck, as if it was growing together.

The evil ghost pressed against Yang Jian's body and took a grain of rice from the bloody rice ball in his hand.

After the evil ghost took away a piece of rice stained with blood, he immediately became secret and disappeared, as if he was leaving.

The same is true for messengers on the other side.

Yang Xiaohua was stiff all over and stood there without daring to move at all.

At this time, she was gently held by the puppet female corpse. This posture is more appropriate to describe by leaning on it.

The female corpse's pale and bloodless head was pressed against Yang Xiaohua's shoulders, and the dark and white eyes were still staring at Yang Xiaohua.

This puppet ghost stared at Yang Xiaohua on the fourth day, and some unknown killing rules seemed to be triggered.

However, Yang Xiaohua was holding a bowl of blue and white porcelain bowls, which contained half a bowl of blood-stained rice.

The matrion female corpse stopped attacking, reached out to take a grain of rice, let her go, left her, and disappeared into the dense black figure.

Yang Xiaohua's face was pale and she almost collapsed to the ground.

The eagle and Daqiang each held half a bowl of white rice, but the situation was not optimistic. The rice was taken away by the evil spirit, and the rice in the bowl was reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Feng on the other side felt even more uncomfortable. He had corpses all over his body, his cheeks showed signs of decay, and his body became stiff, as if he had become a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

A ghost broke through the protection of the supernatural game and attacked him, but the music box curse saved his consciousness and prevented him from really becoming a corpse.

The next moment.

Wang Feng noticed something strange about his body again, and he retching, and took out a handful of black hair from his throat, and then his throat was stretched out. He spit out a weird doll, and the doll hugged it with a giggle.

His stomach seemed unwilling to leave.

The ghost dice is still spinning, and there are still evil ghosts participating in the game.

But the strangeness on Wang Feng's body has not ended yet, and other evil spirits are circumventing the protection of the supernatural game and attacking his body.

Once the curse of the music box is over, he will die immediately.
To be continued...