For the first time, Yang Jian appeared in front of everyone in the form of a tall ghost, and all the messengers in the hall were stunned, some were stunned, and there was also an indescribable creepy fear.

They pinned all their hopes on Yang Jian, and Yang Jian, the real identity would be a ghost!

The tall black figure with a blood-colored face, like a three-dimensional existence, with a blackened and stiff hand holding a cracked spear, and a pair of scarlet ghost eyes emitting a faint red light, watching the coffin in the lobby, with an inexplicable majesty.

It feels the same as the previous Yang Jian.

Yang Jian couldn't open his mouth at the moment, couldn't speak, his indifferent gaze was retracted from the coffin, and the ghost figure re-entered his body.

On the fifth day, the ghost feast began, and the three bowls of white rice needed blood as a medium to be eaten by the ghosts and help them counteract the attacks of the ghosts.

Ghosts eat food.

In the lobby at this time.

After the blindfolded illusory figure was stopped and dismembered by a firewood knife, it was actively resuscitating, crawling back into the body with its upper body, trying to retrieve the mutilated limbs and try to repair the puzzle.

The same goes for marionette female corpses.

Only the ghosts behind the severely decomposed corpses did not move, and Wang Feng was still playing supernatural games, using the rules of the game to restrain the actions of the ghosts.

The rules of the supernatural game are very simple, compete for points through ghost dice, the number of points is less than that of the ghost, and the living person is killed by the curse on the ghost dice. If the number of points is greater than that of the ghost, the dice will make the ghost retreat a certain distance.

A game of points.

Although Wang Feng's points were not always greater than those of the ghost, the ringing curse of the music box blocked the curse of the ghost dice for him, allowing him to survive until now.

Yang Jian walked in front of everyone and took out two bowls of white rice, the golden spear cut through the palm of his hand, and the viscous blood that flowed out directly stained half a bowl of white rice, and then scooped it up and held it in his hand.

After the ghost eats the food, a grain of rice counteracts an attack by the ghost.

It's just that as soon as Yang Jian approached, the expressions of 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 glanced at it coldly: "Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing, if you say it......"

Incarnating as an alien is equal to a real ghost, and ghosts can't be killed, if someone exposes their secrets, the end must be very pitiful.

Yang Xiaohua shook her head again and again: "I didn't see anything." ”

Eagle, Wang Feng, and Da Qiang also promised again and again that they would never expose this secret.

Yang Jian didn't really mind the ghost being exposed, so he didn't modify their memory, and he said in a deep voice: "It's past twelve o'clock in the evening, and the fifth day is the ghost banquet." It's just that Liang Xingyang had an accident, and this day will become even more dangerous. Eagle, Daqiang, Yang Xiaohua, each of you have half a bowl of rice, and the last bowl of rice should be kept in case of accidents. ”

Others have no opinion on this.

Wang Feng on the side had an ugly face, his eyes flickered, and the dissatisfaction on his face flashed, but considering that Yang Jian was a powerful ghost, he could only hold his words in his heart.

Wang Feng suffered the curse of the music box, even if his body became tattered. As long as the Ringing Curse doesn't break out, he won't die.

Therefore, Yang Jian ruled out his quota very coldly on the issue of rice distribution.

A minute later.

The rotting corpse ghost came over again, and the ghost dice didn't know how many times he threw it, and the supernatural game was still going on.

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

Because of Liang Xingyang's silence.

The rain outside is getting lighter.

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

It seems that because the ghosts of the deep rain have dissipated, the eight figures who have escaped reality with black paper umbrellas are being repatriated 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 survival was extremely low.

The assimilated black gauze ghost is also out of control.

The dense black veil fell off layer by layer.

The trapped ghost is struggling violently inside, as if he wants to actively break free from the shackles of the black veil and get rid of the restrictions of assimilation.

After the source of the black gauze ghost and the vague and strange figure fell into the supernatural conflict, the source was restricted, and the derived supernatural was also losing its effect.

If Liang Xingyang can't wake up in time, the most terrifying scene of the ancient mansion will happen, and many powerful ghosts will get rid of the shackles of the black veil, change camps, and participate in the ghost banquet on the fifth day.

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

With the arrival of the fifth day.

"Bang bang."

There was a sharp knock on the door, and everyone looked over, but they couldn't see the person knocking on the door.

Dirty slap prints appeared strangely on the gate of the ancient house, and the ghosts in the ghost forest lost the obstruction of the black veil ghosts, and were pouring into the patio one after another.

Except for the case outside the old house.

The corridors on both sides of the patio also heard the sound of creaking doors opening one after another, and darkness poured out of the corridors, like a black mist spreading, ready to vent at any time.

Yang Jian came to the side of the pond with the cracked spear in his hand.

Ripples were still waking on a puddle of water, and the overlapping figures were still shaking.

Yang Jian ignored the rippling stagnant water, locked onto the overlapping figures, and found a trace of abnormality.

The vague and eerie figure is gradually becoming clearer, and there is a three-dimensional feeling. Eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and eyebrows slowly emerged, and the shadow face was exactly the same as Liang Xingyang, and the body contour was being reshaped, looking like a young man's figure.

It's just that the young man's eyes are closed, and he seems to be asleep.

"Once the time is reopened on a large scale, it will definitely disrupt the date of the old house. But it doesn't matter so much, if the ghost paintings of relatives and friends who gave the funeral of the deceased on the sixth day do not appear, everyone will still have to finish playing. ”

"I only hope that Lao Liang can get out of trouble within half an hour of the ghost eye restarting the time limit, otherwise I can only forcibly open the restart, let the time go back to the fourth day, correct everything, and have the hope of breaking the dead end."

Once the black veil shrouded in ghosts outside the gate of the ancient mansion got out of trouble, the number of ghosts participating in the ghost banquet skyrocketed, and three bowls of white rice could not last a day, and even Yang Jian could not guarantee that he could survive it.

However, by restarting the date of the ancient house, it will also fall into another dead end.

The scope of the restart will not affect the ghost forest outside the ancient house, and the ghosts who came to the ghost banquet on the fifth day will not be affected by the restart, and will definitely collide with the condolences ghosts who return to the fourth day, and the two groups of ghosts will gather in the ancient house, which will kill many people.

The only chance to survive lies in Liang Xingyang, if he can wake up in time and maintain the rain ghost and the assimilated black gauze ghost, it will be enough for the time to smoothly transition to the sixth day of the funeral.

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

The nine ghost eyes turned restlessly, watching everything in reality.

Inside a dim and cold old house.

Black-clothed figures poured into the lobby in dense numbers, crowding around, as if they were about to engulf everyone here.

The ghost feast began.

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

The ghost clinged to Yang Jian's body and took a grain of rice from a bloody rice ball in his hand.

After taking a grain of blood-stained rice, the ghost immediately went into secrecy and disappeared, as if he was leaving.

The same is true of the Messenger on the other side.

Yang Xiaohua stiffened, standing in place and not daring to move.

At this time, she was gently held by the marionette female corpse, a posture that is more appropriately described as leaning.

The female corpse's pale and bloodless head was attached to Yang Xiaohua's shoulder, and the pair of white dead eyes were still staring at Yang Xiaohua.

This marionette ghost has been eyeing Yang Xiaohua on the fourth day, and some unknown killing pattern seems to have been triggered.

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

The attack of the marionette corpse stopped, reached out and took a grain of rice, letting her go. Leaving her, she disappeared into a dense black figure.

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

Eagle and Daqiang each held half a bowl of white rice, but the situation was not optimistic, a grain of rice was taken away by the ghost, and the rice in the bowl decreased at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Wang Feng on the other side was even more uncomfortable, corpse spots appeared 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 paranormal game and attacked him, but the music box curse kept him conscious and prevented him from actually turning into a corpse.

The next moment.

Wang Feng noticed something strange in his body again, retched, pulled out a large handful of black hair from his throat, and then his throat was stretched out, and a strange doll was spit out by him, and the doll grinned and hugged his belly, as if he was unwilling to leave.

The dice are still spinning, and there are still ghosts involved in the game.

But the abnormalities on Wang Feng's body are not over yet, there are other powerful ghosts bypassing the protection of the supernatural game and attacking his body.

As soon as the music box's curse is over, he will die instantly.

Yang Jian stared at the golden watch on his wrist with a solemn gaze, and twenty minutes had passed.

Coupled with the last five minutes of the previous day, there was only five minutes left for Liang Xingyang to get out of trouble. Otherwise, Yang Jian really had to open the red coffin, control Zhang Dong's corpse, restart and return to half an hour, and correct all this.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The ripples in the stagnant water gradually calmed down, and a clear reflection appeared in the stagnant water, both illusory and real, as if it did not exist.

Yes, it's a reflection!

The pitch-black figure faded from a rich black, from a vague and eerie overlapping figure to a clear reflection on the surface of the water.

Layers of black veil appeared on the reflection's body, and the dense black veil enveloped the body, and the supernatural conflict quietly ended.

Liang Xingyang's closed eyes opened without warning.

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