The door to the back hall was opened, bringing a clammy wind and rain, and then it was shut.

Liang Xingyang took a step, put away the black paper umbrella, and suddenly found that there was not a trace of raindrops on the paper umbrella.

Maybe it's not that it doesn't get rainwater, but that the umbrella absorbs all the rainwater, completing some kind of unknown cycle.

He looked at the time on his golden watch, and it was only half past two in the morning.

There are still twenty hours left until the next day's vigil, and there is still a lot of free time tonight.

Walking into the back hall, it is clear at a glance.

Five ghost riders guarding the coffin, a red coffin, and two incense sticks that have been lit but not consumed.

Liang Xingyang didn't say hello to the five people, and passed through the back hall, lobby, and patio all the way to the corridor.

The empty, dim and eerie environment of the old mansion is eerie.

With the seven Ghost Riders keeping vigil, Yang Jian and the messengers could take the opportunity to rest, relieve their physical and mental fatigue, and replenish some physical strength.

In the empty old house, there was the sound of grinding teeth in the depths of the corridor, the sound of chairs being pushed against the ground, and the sound of people taking a bath.

But no one lives in a room deep in the hallway, these are paranormal phenomena.

Liang Xingyang did not directly return to room 3 in the corridor on the right, but turned around and went to the second room in the corridor on the left, and stood quietly at the door without entering.

In this room, there was a faint rustling of electronic sounds. This sound would only be emitted by an old-fashioned radio, and it seemed as if someone in the room was constantly tuning the radio's signal in an attempt to restore it.

"Hey, here's... No...... Person? ”

The signal seemed to be in poor contact, and the radio sound was intermittent, and it took a few seconds for a word to ring.

"Crunch."

Liang Xingyang gently pushed open the door, took a step, and stepped into the room.

The radio, which had been in poor contact, was strangely restored after someone entered the room, and a very ordinary voice immediately came out of the radio: "Hey, can you hear me?" Please reply if you receive it. ”

This is a harmless inducement for humans and animals, but once it responds by making a noise within the area of effect of the curse, it will be haunted by the curse.

The Curse of the Radio can lead the surrounding ghosts to attack the cursed and kill people with a knife.

Scarlet blood flowed between his fingers, and his palm became bloody, reaching for the old radio.

In addition to inactivating the ghost's supernatural powers, ghost blood can also wash away curses and imprison them.

And the ghost blood cooperates with the ghost scissors to restrain all the cursed spirits.

The old radio was rusty and unusable, and the machine was even stuffed with smelly mud, which seemed to have just been dug out of the soil, and I don't know who had placed it here.

Wisps of blood poured into the radio, covered in blood.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a strange and miserable shrill cry came from the radio, and then the signal was interrupted, and the induced sound became a rustling sound, as if the signal had become poorly contacted again, and soon fell into a dead silence, and no more sound escaped.

The curse seems to have been battered and suppressed.

"Huh? The curse was washed directly into the blood of the ghosts. ”

Liang Xingyang looked at the shallow bronze filth in the bloody palm in disbelief, and some of the scarlet blood was infected by the curse and changed color, but at the same time, it also successfully restrained the curse.

Swallowing this wisp of blood may turn the curse of the radio into one of the supernatural puzzles of the starving ghosts.

"Click."

The radio, which had lost its supernatural powers, immediately shattered into several pieces, and the rusty iron pieces were rusty, revealing several pieces of blackened and greasy dirt inside the machine, and there were no electronic components at all.

Strangled danger in the cradle.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, withdrew the blood on his palm, and sent the ghost blood back to his body to flow. After waiting for a few minutes, finding no further anomalies, he turned and walked out the door and into the hallway.

Deep in the hallway is darkness, and if you go too far, you risk getting lost in it.

Perhaps, as Zhang Youhong said, they may have the opportunity to leave the ancient mansion, but the success rate must not be high, and they will be killed by the danger hidden inside.

……

The heavy rain outside the ancient mansion stopped, and even the aliens couldn't use the ghost snake for a long time without stopping, so unscrupulous would only accelerate the erosion of the ghost instinct.

Little by little, time passed.

The twelve hours of the day passed in a flash, and the time turned into night, and gradually into the night.

No one walked around in the ancient mansion, maybe they encountered a supernatural phenomenon, and they were targeted by ghosts, so everyone stayed in the room to avoid causing trouble.

Until a certain moment.

In the corridor outside the room, there was a sudden sound of chairs being pushed, which was extremely harsh and loud in the silent night, and woke everyone in the room.

Liang Xingyang lay on the bed, listening to the sound of ghostly chanting from the yellowed old book, and fell into a false sleep, and only slowly opened his eyes after the sound of the chair pushing sounded.

The sparse sound of rain gradually came from outside, and the old house, which had just returned to dryness after the daytime sun, became damp and cold again.

Looked at the time.

It's already eleven fifty o'clock.

Some kind of signal in the old house is starting to appear again.

And after twelve o'clock, the next day officially came, and they needed to keep vigil.

This vigil did not require them to guard the coffin, but to survive the night from the hands of the ghosts.

However, the ghost incense in front of the red coffin can be used to resist the attack.

When Liang Xingyang walked out of the room, Yang Jian and the four messengers were already standing at their respective doors, looking at something deep in the corridor.

It was dim.

The old black Taishi chair was placed in the aisle at some point, and it was being pushed by a pair of hands, making a creaking and screeching sound, until it stopped in front of the door of room six.

There were a pair of hands on the back of the chair at the moment, the palm of the other was cold and stiff, but the fingers were covered with bruises, blue and black, and the nails were bent and black. One end of the rough ghost hand's arm sank into the darkness, and it was impossible to see clearly.

This is a kind of supernatural that balances mortality, and once it is pushed down by the huge power of the ghost hand, it will be attacked by a mortal supernatural attack.

"Let's go to the back hall."

After Yang Jian calmly finished speaking, he took the messenger to the back hall first. After all, they are messengers, but Liang Xingyang is not, and they don't need to follow the rules in the ancient mansion.

They had to stay in the ancient mansion for seven days, and Liang Xingyang could leave the ancient mansion and go to the ghost forest at any time.

The place of the wake is the back hall, the funeral needs to leave the ancient house, the mourning needs to move the coffin to the lobby, and the funeral is to carry the coffin out of the back door for burial.

"The image of the ghost doesn't matter, the palm of the hand can be crushed into the skin of a dead man, covered with a cracked spear, and used to plot against the person who snatched the supernatural weapon."

Liang Xingyang looked at the pair of ghost hands on the back of the Taishi's chair, and did not forget the two ghost handlers who were still guarding the gate of the ancient mansion, and led them to the location of the back hall.

The darkness in the depths of the hallway was surging and began to spread out, enveloping the lobby and the back hall.

At this moment, the supernatural balance of the ancient mansion was broken.

The vigil officially began.

"Bang bang bang, step on step ~"

Three loud thuds came from the darkness, followed by a burst of heavy footsteps.

Three uninvited guests came to the lobby from outside the mansion, seemingly looking for something.

Yang Jian held the cracked spear and said, "The purpose of the vigil is to survive, don't leave anything to chance, any evil ghosts who have just broken into the back hall must be repelled."

The eagle carried an old shotgun aimed at the danger that might arise at any time in the dark, Wang Feng held the ghost dice made of miserable white bones in his hand, Daqiang looked at the darkness with a vigilant face, and Yang Xiaohua held the red balloon with a nervous expression.

The faces of the seven ghost riders were tense, but they were also ready to take action, and none of the people who could survive from the bus were stupid, and they deeply understood the consequences of not being able to stop them.

However, with Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian in charge, they are not very worried in their hearts.

The sky falls, and tall people will stand up.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved, and he also looked at the darkness in the lobby thoughtfully.

Then he raised his right hand, and a wisp of light bronze blood flowed out of his palm, which he swallowed into his stomach.

The ghosts that have been eaten by the starving ghosts are the black gauze ghosts, the rain ghosts, the rain mediums, and the ghost winds.

This time he tries to eat the curse of the radio.

Starving ghosts can digest ghosts as puzzle pieces, and even cursed ghosts are forced to be included in the supernatural puzzle.

Around him, a rustling radio sounded, as if the signal was in poor contact, and the channel was being adjusted.

Liang Xingyang grabbed it in the air, and an old radio appeared in his hand.

This radio is just a casing, and inside is a few pieces of blackened, greasy dirt without any electronic components, which is the medium of the curse.

He threw the radio into the darkness of the lobby.

"Hey, can you hear me? What are you looking for, they're on the patio, get there. ”

Liang Xingyang's voice sounded strangely in the darkness.

The three footsteps seemed to be guided and left the lobby and walked out towards the patio in front of the lobby, looking for something.

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