Chapter 183: Suspected to be a real picture

Now.

Inside the golden coffin on the fifth floor.

Ye Chen only felt a strange force that seemed to spread around him.

The whole person opened his eyes in a daze.

"Huh?"

"Is seven days up?"

"Where is this?"

Ye Chen sensed that he seemed to be lying in a confined space, there was no oxygen, and there was no other breath except for the residual smell of blood on his chest.

He subconsciously touched around, and there was a strange cold feeling in his hand.

"Wait... It's gold, and I'm being held in a gold container. Ye Chen suddenly realized what kind of environment he was in: "Is it Yang Jian?" ”

The coffin nail that pierced him in his chest felt gone.

Undoubtedly.

It must have been Yang Jian who found his body when he went to get the coffin nails.

For some reason, his body was taken away and sealed with gold.

Ye Chen guessed that Yang Jian was probably worried that the powerful ghosts on his body would revive after pulling out the coffin nails, so he did this.

However, he didn't expect that Ye Chen would have the moment of resurrection.

The successful resurrection with the spirit position this time was good news for Ye Chen.

It's just that when he came back to life, there seemed to be something special in his mind that was affecting him, no, it should be said that it was eroding his consciousness.

Or rather, it should be said to be a merger.

"Huh? Do you have this strange image in your head like the last time? ”

Ye Chen lay in the coffin and was not in a hurry to get out.

Instead, he discovered the strangeness that the spiritual position brought to him after this resurrection.

Pictures, all kinds of pictures came to his mind.

Ye Chen frowned, as if he was a bystander watching these pictures.

It appears to be a tattoo parlor.

No, a tattoo museum to be exact.

Ye Chen saw that in this place, it was empty, giving people a very depressing, weird feeling, and the surrounding walls were also full of patterns of strange shapes.

The lights were dim and silent.

At this moment, Ye Chen saw a huge oil painting on the wall, and in the oil painting was a woman with a strange face.

"It's... That ghost painting! Ye Chen instantly recognized this thing as the ghost painting with a very high level of terror.

Immediately after that, someone walked in, this person was dressed in black, wearing a black cap, and a mask on his face, judging from his figure, it should be a man.

He walked over to a stool and sat down, and then said in that hoarse voice, "Tattoo that." ”

With that, he lifted his shirt to reveal his back.

Before Ye Chen could realize what was going on, the picture changed, and Ye Chen suddenly switched from the position of a bystander to the back of that person, as if the man in black was talking to him just now.

Immediately after that, his hands and feet began to uncontrollably pick up the tattoo needle on the side and began to move behind the black man's back, leaving traces, and he was doing these strange movements very inexplicably.

But it feels like everything is going smoothly and it feels familiar.

Tattoo.

He's getting a tattoo on the person in front of him.

It's just that this time why is it different from the last time I watched the picture, obviously just a spectator, but I became a party.

It's like when a person watches a movie in a movie theater, he looks at it and becomes a character in the movie.

Ye Chen's action of tattooing that person on his hand was very skillful, but there seemed to be a strange aura emerging.

Soon.

The tattoo pattern is more than half completed.

Less than a few seconds passed.

A complete figure appeared on the back of this person, this figure was very strange, not like normal tattoos, but rather dark lines and that hideous face.

It gives a very creepy feeling.

After the tattoo work is done.

Ye Chen saw that the tattoo on his back suddenly moved, and his hideous face was twitching, as if he was moving something.

"Ghosts?" Ye Chen's eyes shrank, and he subconsciously whispered.

However, his words seemed to be heard by the man in black.

The latter suddenly stood up, then turned to him: "What did you say?" ”

At this moment, Ye Chen and this person glanced at each other directly, Ye Chen couldn't see this person's face clearly, but according to his feelings, the person in front of him must not be an ordinary person, he was definitely the existence of a ghost master.

What's going on?

Right now.

The door to the tattoo parlor was suddenly pushed open.

Then two people walked in.

Ye Chen's eyes froze, because he knew both of them, one was Yang Jian, and the other was Zhang Han!

"How did the two of them end up here? What the hell is this place? Also, how did you become a tattoo artist? A series of questions arose in Ye Chen's mind.

But not before he could think.

The ghost tattoo on the back of the man in black he had tattooed just now suddenly moved.

Then he quickly rushed towards Ye Chen, and Ye Chen subconsciously wanted to dodge.

But that doesn't seem to be happening.

At this moment he was transformed into a bystander.

And I saw that there was another self in the picture, no, it should be said that it was doubtful that it was himself, because at this moment, even he himself could not be sure whether that person was himself or not.

In the picture, he easily dodged the attack of the tattooed ghost, and then indifferently took out a white artifact from his coat pocket.

Ye Chen's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes were surprised: "This thing... It's the spiritual seat! ”

He recognized it at a glance, and the one he was holding in his hand in the picture was the one he used to suppress the consciousness ghost and then resurrect his spiritual position.

But as soon as this thing appeared.

The self in the picture seems to notice him.

Then he turned his head and stared at him, as if he was conveying some message, Ye Chen couldn't be sure, because this was just his guess, and he didn't know what kind of situation it was.

But the only thing that is certain is that this kind of image only appeared in his mind after he used the spiritual position.

The next moment.

The picture shattered.

It's the same as last time, when I saw Yang Jian holding the hand of the suspected corpse bride.

The image didn't stay in his mind long before it disappeared.

Ye Chen lay in the coffin and opened his eyes suddenly.

Undoubtedly.

Since he changed from a spectator to a party in an instant, this time the image brought him a clearer feeling, which in turn made him wonder if this was something that had already existed in some sense.

Or maybe it's something that's about to happen.

It's like predicting the future.

This is just his speculation.

There is too little information to know for sure.