"This, that's okay?"

The eagle's eyes widened and he felt incredible.

Everyone saw the strange arms sticking out of the door.

On each arm there were bite marks from teeth, wounds cut by sharp objects, bloody holes pierced by sharp objects, and bruises like palm prints.

Yang Xiaohua trembled, I don't know if it was because of the cold, or because as an ordinary person who saw the ghost for the first time, she couldn't help but be afraid.

Yang Jian's pupils emitted a faint red light, and under the influence of the ghost's eyes, the situation of his eyes peeping was even clearer.

Outside the door, the rain was pouring down, and all the ghosts on the threshold had been pulled into the rain curtain, and then there was no movement, and there was a deathly silence.

It wasn't until a pair of weird arms wanted to pull away the ghost who had already stood in the ancient mansion that there was an accident.

This process was not easy, and even some of the outstretched arms retracted, as if they were disturbed by the supernatural in the ancient mansion and had to interrupt the attack.

The old man sitting up in the red coffin was recovering, automatically suppressing the black-clothed ghost who walked into the ancient mansion.

And those ghosts covered in black veils are also defined as ghosts who come to mourn, and they are coincidentally suppressed by the old man's corpse.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly: "In the ghost forest outside the ancient mansion, many powerful ghosts are still coming out. Although some of them will be restricted by assimilation, I am only doing this to share the pressure of the fifth day of the ghost feast. ”

"Ten minutes before the end of the mourning day, the old man will die, the corpse will lose its supernatural suppression of the black ghost, and the effect of the mourning clothes will reach the weakest, and then the supernatural will be completely unbalanced, which is the real danger we have to face today."

"So what are we going to do?" The eagle asked eagerly.

Yang Jian held the cracked spear and said expressionlessly: "You think the mission of sending the letter is to invite guests to dinner?" Can you do it without taking a risk? ”

Wang Feng's eyes moved: "If we can't stand it, can we be allowed to hide in the mirror?" ”

The messenger in the mirror relied on the food prepared by the seven-day mission of the ancient mansion, and there was a high probability that he would survive the seven days. And meet the conditions of staying in the ancient mansion for seven days, and complete the task by cheating.

However, no one can say whether it will succeed through this loophole.

And the shortcomings are also very big, hiding in the mirror means that nothing can be interfered with, and it can only be expected that Yang Jian will successfully complete the task of sending the letter.

In the unlikely event that the mission fails and the Post Office curse erupts, they will all be killed by the ghosts attracted by the curse.

However, if you don't survive the fourth day, then it seems that there is no need to think about the longer-term mission of sending the letter.

Eagle and Daqiang are also thinking about Wang Feng's suggestion, in case they can't hold on, as long as it is a way to survive, they can naturally try anything.

Liang Xingyang's face turned cold, and he refused directly: "You have no chance to retreat, if half-heartedness leads to the failure of the mission, I will kill you directly." ”

The mirror was in his hand and had been placed in the room, so he had direct decision.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and he also said: "If you want to quit, now leave the ancient mansion along the back door, maybe there will still be a trace of life." Otherwise, if I find out that someone can't do the work, I will definitely not be polite. ”

The cracked spear slammed into the floor, and there was a loud bang in the silence of the ancient house, and there was even a trace of echo in the echo of the sound.

The black figures in the courtyard of the ancient mansion turned their heads one after another, and their numb and dead eyes did not have a trace of the feelings of a living person, but they were suppressed by the old man and couldn't move, otherwise they would have already come over to attack Yang Jian again.

Wang Feng's color changed slightly, and he could only sigh in disappointment.

Eagle and Daqiang are also regretting, knowing that there is no chance to calculate and gamble, and they can only survive by completing the task.

Only Yang Xiaohua didn't have any reaction on her face.

Her only role is to hold this red balloon, and there is definitely no chance to enter the mirror space, and if there is no hope, she will not be disappointed.

As time went on, an hour, two hours, five hours passed.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes looked through the gap and found that there were more and more figures wandering in the rain curtain outside, which seemed to be quite large-scale.

At this time, the horror of the ghosts who can break through the rain curtain and enter the ancient mansion is not weak, and there is even a formless body that requires a medium to present.

For example, the silhouette of a hideous humanoid reflected on the wall, like the lost shadow of someone, is now quietly staying on the wall, not moving.

Yang Jian lowered his head and asked, "What kind of ghost is the figure on the wall?" ”

"Rustle...... This is a very high growth ghost, with the ability to turn the living ghost into a ghost, now the shadow on the wall is just a projection, the real ghost needs a medium to present, and the coffin nail can't nail the figure, which is very tricky. ”

An old radio was placed on the ground by someone for nowhere, and it seemed to be connected to a certain channel, and Liang Xingyang's calm voice came from inside.

……

The corridor on the right.

"It's time to open this door and complete the requirements of the Ghost Cupboard."

At this time, a young figure stood in front of the second locked door, and Liang Xingyang was muttering.

A brass key, a brass lock.

The lock and key matched, and with a slight turn of the key, only a click was heard, and the brass lock on the door was opened.

The transaction of the ghost closet is required to be completed.

"Crunch."

The wooden door made a grinding sound, and slowly opened a gap, and a hazy red light seeped out, this red light was very similar to the red light emitted by the cheongsam on Liu Qingqing's body.

Liang Xingyang had no accident and knew that there was no danger in the room, so he directly stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

A red room appeared before his eyes.

A room painted with red paint, a red floor on the ground, a red strip of cloth on the roof, and a few red lanterns.

Liang Xingyang crossed the threshold and walked into the room, as if he was visiting.

This room is incomplete, there is a lot of furniture missing from it, and there is an urge to add furniture. At present, there is a lack of red bed, ghost cabinet, ghost mirror, red bar stool, makeup case, and red cheongsam.

Suddenly, he discovered that he had the ability to retrieve what had been lost and replenish it, making the wedding room as if it were preparing for a happy event to be made whole.

However, doing so would revive the Red Room Spirit, which he wouldn't do.

Just as he was thinking, a bewitching figure was projected at his feet from outside the door.

Just as he was about to turn around, there was a graceful woman's back on the dressing table next to him, and the woman turned around, showing two human faces on her face.

One face is Liu Qingqing, and his eyes are closed.

The other one is Zhang Youhong, his eyes are open, but there is no trace of brilliance in them, and he is lifeless.

"The door is open, but you don't want to say anything to me?" Liang Xingyang said curiously.

Zhang Youhong looked at it and said seriously: "You are not a messenger, but you are involved in the events in the post office and the ancient mansion. You're just an outsider, and knowing too much won't really do you any good. There will be something after that, and we have chosen someone who has the potential to break the game, but that person is not you. ”

Liang Xingyang thought thoughtfully in his mind: "Yang Jian met a messenger in his hometown in Meishan Village, and then set foot in the old affairs of the Republic of China, all of this is too coincidental, as if it was deliberately arranged. Qin Lao really calculated everything and predicted everything in the future? Don't you know that this foreknowledge of the future can be changed? ”

"You can give this thing to Yang Jian for me."

Zhang Youhong spoke again, took out something from the drawer of the dressing table, and threw it away.

A jade bracelet, the jade is jet black, but the inside is bright, as if blood has penetrated into it.

Liang Xingyang's blue-black arm stretched out a few meters, directly catching the jade bracelet, and did not let the jade bracelet fall to the ground.

Ghost blood?

His gaze froze, and he felt the unusual aura inside.

"This jade bracelet is also an arrangement? Something to do with ghost blood? Liang Xingyang decided to ask directly, and guessing could not confirm the real result.

Zhang Youhong didn't answer, and hummed a little song gently, it was a very old drama, outdated, but the feelings in the song were very strong, nostalgia and sadness.

Her black hair was falling, her brightly colored cheongsam was getting dirty, and the illusory woman's face was dimming, as if it was about to disappear.

"I don't know what your plans are, but I plan to take Zhang Dong's corpse with me."

Liang Xingyang's face remained unchanged, he chose to give this old-timer the last dignity, turned around and walked out of the room and gently closed the door.

"You can't take it away, and the coffin nails can't restrain him, don't kill yourself." The last faint hint of a woman's voice came from within.

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