Liang Xingyang frowned, his expression thoughtful, thinking about the last sentence left by Zhang Youhong.

Just in sight, the outline of the mottled wooden door is blurring and disappearing, until it is replaced by a wall.

The Red Room disappears.

"On the seventh day, the old man will return to the old house, and after receiving the letter from the post office, a certain balance will be broken, and he will become a wandering ghost. So the old man who returned to his soul on the seventh day, is it a corpse in a coffin, or a derived supernatural? ”

Liang Xingyang paced out of the corridor while thinking, sheltered by mourning clothes, and the black-clothed figure gathered in the patio could not perceive, he went straight across the patio and returned to the lobby.

"On the sixth day, the coffin is buried, and the real body should still be trapped in the coffin. So the person who receives the letter after the seventh day may be a derived supernatural, so the coffin nail does not limit the source, what Zhang Youhong's words mean? ”

After a low murmur, he still couldn't figure out his thoughts.

Liang Xingyang thought to himself: "If it means that the spirit of the coffin nail will also be erased by the old man, then it may really be self-defeating." The ghost is suppressed and the Zhang Dong is erased, the two spirits collide, and in the end, the ghost may be erased. ”

While he was thinking as he walked.

The people in the lobby of the ancient mansion are still wasting time.

He also stayed by the red coffin like everyone else, resting and killing time.

Liang Xingyang suddenly said to Yang Jian: "It's the fourth day, the curse of the music box can be used by Wang Feng, and the combination of the ghost dice and the music box can share some pressure for us." ”

The spirit ghost can change the consciousness to solve the curse of the music box, but the curse limitation date is not specific, this time may be three days, four days, or only a few hours, once the curse erupts, there is no chance of recovery.

After Wang Feng learned the information of the music box, his face was a little shocked and struggling: "How do you know the effect of the ghost dice in my hand?" ”

Liang Xingyang's eyes were indifferent, and he did not answer Wang Feng's doubts.

Yang Jian said at this time: "I can steal your memory, and if the ringing curse erupts, I can also revive you again through memory, and even have a chance to get rid of the identity of the post office messenger from now on." ”

The numbness and emptiness in Da Qiang's eyes faded, and he was a little more energetic, and said excitedly: "This method also applies to us, after Wang Feng is gone, I can make up for it as soon as possible." ”

The eagle's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "I can also be used as a substitute, as a last resort, Yang Xiaohua can stay until the end and then play." ”

Yang Xiaohua was stunned immediately, and her smile stiffened.

Her task is to hold the red balloon, if it is contaminated with the sound of the music box's bell curse, the red balloon will automatically rise into the air, and if you can't hold the balloon, you can't leave the ancient house.

Use the patio to leave the ancient house, and the red balloon is the key prop, which cannot be missed.

However, now that the balance in the ancient mansion was about to be out of balance on the fourth day, Yang Jian's words still shone a glimmer of hope into the dark world of despair.

Once they can't get through it, as long as Yang Jian can survive in the end, then there is still hope for resurrection.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and a tall black shadow on the ground spread on the ground, eroding towards Wang Feng, Eagle, Da Qiang, and Yang Xiaohua.

Everyone only felt that there was a cold aura in their minds, as if they had been pricked by needles, and they were stinging slightly, and their memories were stolen.

The crowd fell silent again.

Little by little, it was six o'clock in the morning.

The dense crowd in front of the patio was squeezed out of a passage, and a black Taishi chair appeared in front of everyone.

This chair forcibly pushed away the other ghosts and appeared at the front, and the level of horror was very high.

Behind the chair was darkness, like a ghost that stretched over, and like a deep road, shrouded in darkness with no end in sight.

Pushing the black Taishi chair was a pair of thin hands, and the blackened nails looked particularly weird.

Ghosts that could not be suppressed by the old man began to appear.

I saw that the hand pushing the chair was moving at the moment and was being withdrawn.

And yet the next moment.

Liang Xingyang's eyes froze, and a pair of dry palms appeared strangely on the shoulders covered by the white mourning clothes.

The strength of these wizened hands was amazing, or the supernatural power was too strong, and the palms of these hands wanted to press down his body, causing him to lose his body balance and trigger the law of mortal killing.

But everyone is watching.

Liang Xingyang's figure was blurred and suddenly disappeared.

In the next second, the two pairs of thin palms had no target to attack, and there were no supporting shoulders, so they did not fall, but were strangely suspended in mid-air, as if the palms were connected to an invisible arm, and they quickly retracted into the darkness behind them and disappeared.

On the back of the Taishi chair, the dry palm resurfaced, still resting on it, as if it had not left.

Yang Jian's forehead and scalp were torn, and a scarlet ghost eye popped out, watching the place where Liang Xingyang disappeared.

A puddle of stagnant water appeared in the original position, and ripples rippled in the stagnant water, and there was a faint reflection on the rippling water, which was the person who had just disappeared.

The next second.

Liang Xingyang appeared out of thin air, a pair of ink-black eyes staring fiercely at the palm of the black Taishi chair.

When he was attacked by a ghost, he used the supernatural power of the rain medium, and his body disappeared directly when there was no rain in the ancient mansion.

After the ghost left, he also walked out of the stagnant water.

Liang Xingyang's body moved, and he was carried by the strong corpse-smelling wind, and instantly came to the black Taishi chair, stretched out his hands stained with scarlet blood and slammed the thin palms.

"Click."

The pair of withered hands were touched, and as if sensing the danger, they immediately attacked, and the black Taishi chair underneath began to vibrate incessantly.

Liang Xingyang's face remained unchanged, and he competed with the ghosts.

It's just that these ghost hands quickly stopped moving, the ghost blood corroded, the spirit failed, and the ghost hands were quickly suppressed, and they just twitched, and immediately fell into silence.

After Liang Xingyang used ghost blood to collect the pair of thin palms, he moved the black Taishi chair back to the lobby.

This black Taishi chair is related to the seventh day of the ancient mansion and cannot be damaged.

"It's a good thing this ghost didn't attack me, otherwise I don't know if I would have survived." Daqiang breathed a sigh of relief.

The eagle's fingers holding the shotgun turned slightly white, and he was also a little nervous: "The role of mourning clothes is decreasing, even if we have been doing the right thing, we still have to fight against the ghosts in the end." ”

Yang Jian said: "The old man's body has tilted, although the tilt amplitude is almost imperceptible, but this signal means that the balance will eventually be broken, and the recovery of a group of powerful ghosts will definitely be faster than the recovery of the old man, and the current balance cannot last until the fifth day." ”

Liang Xingyang's face was calm and said: "It's already a lot better, the ghosts pouring into the ancient mansion are rapidly decreasing, and the ghosts shrouded in black gauze outside prevent the ghosts from coming in, which not only relieves a lot of pressure for the old man, but also solves a lot of problems for us." ”

Over time.

With each passing hour, the angle of admiration and tilt of the old man sitting up in the coffin widens by one point.

Seven o'clock, eight o'clock......

The time had come to twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and the speed at which the old man leaned back could already be distinguished with the naked eye.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a low voice: "We must reduce the burden on the elderly in order to regain balance." Try to throw the ghosts who step into the patio out of the door, and let the ghosts shrouded in black veil assimilate the restrictions, which should be a good way. ”

"Okay."

Liang Xingyang responded, turned around and walked out of the lobby, and used the ghost to leave the ancient mansion and come outside.

Rain cats and dogs.

The rain in the sky was very heavy, crackling, and the rain on the ground gathered into small streams, and there was flowing water everywhere, there was no place to settle at all, and even the air was filled with white water vapor, and every breath of stay here would be eroded by the rain a little deeper.

However, the open space in front of the ancient mansion was already covered with dense black veils covering the ghosts.

These are all assimilated ghosts, and at this time they are fighting against the many ghosts who came out of the ghost forest, and the two ghosts are like two rivers, colliding head-on, regardless of up and down.

"Here we are."

There was a sound of breaking the air in the ancient house.

A cracked spear nailed a ghost, and with a flick of his hand, the ghost flew out of the gate like garbage, knocking down several ghosts shrouded in black veil, and falling into the water.

The killing pattern triggers.

In an instant, the dense weird arm held down this ghost, suppressing the ghost who had recovered from the old man's supernatural suppression, and the reflection of the ghost in the stagnant water was instantly eroded by the reflection of countless black yarns.

The dense black veil shrouded in layer after layer, revealing only a strange arm, which was assimilated into one of them in just a few seconds.

Liang Xingyang was also in action, he was wearing a white mourning dress, not the object of the old man's supernatural suppression, nailed a black-clothed figure with a coffin nail, dragged out the ancient house, pulled out the coffin nail, and threw it into the flowing water.

The number of ghosts shrouded in black veils is stacking wildly in a snowballing fashion.

Two hours later.

Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian stopped, almost emptying the black-clothed figure in the patio of the ancient mansion.

The small number of ghosts left behind now are the existence of coffin nails that cannot be nailed.

For example, if a highly decomposed corpse is disposed of, another rotting corpse will emerge, and the source is not a rotting corpse.

A strange figure on the wall, this is a real shadow, the hidden ghost needs a medium to appear, and the coffin nail can't nail the shadow.

Another example is the illusory figure with his hands covering his empty eyes, this figure seems to be composed of light, and the coffin nails run through it, unable to touch the body of the ghost, and cannot be imprisoned.

There is also a female corpse pulled by black silk threads, with extremely strange body postures, limbs swaying like real puppets, automatically attacking living people when approaching, and dexterously dodging thrown coffin nails.

In the lobby.

The body of the old man sitting in the coffin became straight again, as if a lot of burden had been relieved, and it returned to its original state.

However, this state will disappear over time, and the old man will eventually die and lose his repressive power.

Time ran out again, and it was eleven fifty-five p.m.

The serious and vicious expression of the old man in the coffin disappeared strangely, becoming serene and kind, and his stiff body became soft at this moment, as if he had lost his supernatural maintenance, and collapsed into the coffin.

Liang Xingyang put the coffin lid back and said silently: "The danger has been shortened to five minutes, which is enough." ”

"It's only five minutes, no problem." Yang Jian held the cracked spear and said confidently.

"Damn, it's only five minutes."

Da Qiang was worried, and finger marks with pitch-black palm prints appeared on his face, ready to use the power of the ghost at any time.

The eagle looked wary and raised his shotgun, alerting his surroundings.

Wang Feng pinched the ghost dice, and when he saw that the opportunity was wrong, he would immediately throw it out.

Yang Xiaohua held the red balloon and hurriedly hid behind Yang Jian.

At the moment when the old man fell, the anomaly in the patio immediately erupted.

A monstrous figure took the lead in action, invading along the wall at breakneck speed.

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