"It's 12:22 p.m."

"I don't have much time left, and it takes time for the ghost to control Zhang Dong's corpse to get used to the supernatural. With three minutes left, it's time for me to open the coffin. ”

Yang Jian's face was solemn, he didn't look at the rapidly decreasing rice in his hand, and the ghost eyes watched the time of the watch restlessly.

He walked quickly to the red coffin and was about to open the lid.

The coffin cannot be opened on the fifth day, otherwise the ghosts who come to the ghost feast will alarm the deceased, and once the body is invaded by other ghosts, it will cause the corpse to be revived early.

But Yang Jian had no choice, and just as he opened the lid of the coffin, an abrupt voice sounded behind him: "Wait a minute, it's better not to open the coffin, otherwise everything will be wasted." ”

A violent wind suddenly blew around, and a young figure holding a black paper umbrella appeared next to the coffin, quickly closing the gap where the coffin lid had been opened.

The strength in Yang Jian's hand loosened, and in the sight of the ghost eye, black-clothed figures stared at him strangely, as if waiting for the red coffin lid to open, so that they could rush up to fight for the old man's body.

It's just that the coffin lid has just opened a gap and closed tightly, and the red coffin has not been opened after all.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "You finally got out of trouble, I thought you were really going to be finished." ”

Liang Xingyang smiled, "That figure has the ability to devour other shadows. Although I got ahead of the curve and let the devouring digestion of the hungry get the upper hand. But after the shadowing, after all, it was affected by the terrible ghost, but fortunately, the starving ghost devoured the source. The shadow devoured the shadow, and under the influence of some kind of supernatural influence, I was able to successfully control this ghost. ”

After Yang Jian listened, his face was a little surprised. However, it is not too surprising, once the two ghosts are entangled too deeply, it will only end with one controlling the other, and there is no other choice.

It's like the ghost has harnessed the ghost newspaper and become the carrier of the music box ringtone curse.

In other words, the powerful ghost that can shadow people has finally become one of the supernatural puzzles of mirror ghosts.

After controlling that ghost, Liang Xingyang can naturally reverse the situation of being shadowed and return to reality from the projection state.

However, there were no human figures on the surrounding walls, perhaps because the power of the projection ghost was not used, and no supernatural phenomena occurred.

"It's a good thing you came back just in time, otherwise I would have been ready to reverse time and pull you back. I can't handle so many ghosts in the ancient mansion alone. Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

And yet the next moment.

Yang Jian felt a cold aura in the back of his head close at hand, and something quickly reached over, and in a flash, he took a grain of rice from his hand.

At the same time, a twisted arm wrapped around the roots of the tree was approaching Liang Xingyang, which seemed to trigger some kind of terrible killing law, and the invisible ghost was about to attack.

However, the tiles at the height of the lobby of the ancient house seeped rainwater and sparsely dripped onto the black paper umbrella, which was shrouded in the black umbrella, which isolated the contact with the ghosts and ghosts, and ensured Liang Xingyang's safety.

Now is not the time for the two to make small talk.

There were more and more black-clothed figures pouring into the ancient mansion from outside, and there was a kind of embankment collapse, the mightiness of the flood roaring, and a large number of powerful ghosts rushed into the ancient mansion like a wave.

Liang Xingyang frowned, glanced at the ghost snake outside the gate that had weakened to the drizzle, and immediately continued the ghost's supernatural power.

In the sky outside the ancient mansion, a thick haze spread rapidly, blocking every inch of the sky. The thin dark clouds began to gather, and it was strange that it took on an eerie blue-black color, giving the illusion of bruises and wriggling.

A kind of cool, damp and cold wind with a strong smell of corpses suddenly blew, as if it was some kind of signal, and the torrential rain came in an instant.

Layers of black veils resurfaced, gradually becoming denser, and shrouded those ghosts who were trying to get out of trouble.

Despite this, more than half of the assimilated black veils managed to get out of trouble and join the team of the ghost banquet in his half-hour silence.

The rice in Yang Jian's hand decreased at a rate visible to the naked eye, and this consumption rate made his heart sink and he had a bad premonition.

Needless to say, Eagle, Daqiang, and Yang Xiaohua's situation is probably the same.

Obviously, three bowls of rice won't last the day.

The black paper umbrella can isolate the contact of the ghosts, but it can perfectly solve the problem of insufficient rice.

However, Liang Xingyang walked around holding a black paper umbrella and looked at the location of the water seeping above the roof of the ancient house.

The blue-black rain was eroding, the tiles were shattering, the gaps between them were widening, and more and more rainwater was seeping out.

If the erosion of the rain increases, the roof of this ancient house will inevitably collapse into a large hole for a whole day, and it may collapse all the ancient houses.

In case it affects a certain balance of the ancient house, what danger arises, but the gains outweigh the losses.

In order to slow down the consumption of rice, Yang Jian superimposed five ghost eyes and used a five-layer ghost snake to envelop the four messengers to isolate everyone from the ghosts.

The rate of reduction of rice is slowing down considerably.

After all, the fifth-layer ghost snake can isolate most of the ghosts, and only occasionally a few ghosts can invade and take a grain of rice from their hands.

However, this solution can only solve the temporary problem.

Yang Jian has used the firewood knife twice, and the ghost hand lacks two suppression places, and using the supernatural power of the ghost eye for a long time will speed up the recovery of the tenth eye.

Liang Xingyang stared at the scarlet light emitted from the ghost eyes, his expression was thoughtful, and he remembered some kind of connection in his mind.

He bowed his head slightly, a few wisps of scarlet blood flowed from his fingers, and a puddle of ghost blood soon appeared in the palm of his hand.

A red street lamp was reflected in the ghost's blood, and under the street lamp was a body that was torn apart and bloody, as if it had suffered a major car accident.

The corpse was wandering within the red glow of the streetlight, turning over and jumping, in a vain attempt to break free from the shackles of the ghost's blood, but without success.

The ghost blood was like a firm shackle, trapping the evil ghosts imprisoned inside.

This is a slow-motion ghost he is imprisoned at the intersection in order to rescue Yang Xiao in the huge oil painting world of the ghost post office.

Codenamed Slow-Motion, this grimace is composed of a torn corpse and a faint red streetlamp, and is a puzzle that complements each other.

Liang Xingyang thought for a moment and swallowed the ghost blood in the palm of his hand into his stomach.

In addition to the ghost wind, the black veil ghost, and the rain ghost, the rain medium presents four ghosts, and this is the fifth one he digests.

The sixth ghost.

This slow-motion ghost occupies two places for the hungry ghost to digest.

The Starving Ghost is digesting and forcibly incorporating itself into its own puzzle.

Liang Xingyang used the supernatural power of slow motion, and a rusty street lamp appeared out of thin air behind him, flashing with a pale red light.

The red light spread at an incredible speed, easily enveloping the entire lobby and then to the patio, but it was obscured by a shadow wall that did not affect the outside of the door.

This area will suppress the ghosts and slow down all movements.

The black-clad figure wandering in the lobby suddenly paused, the air seemed to become extremely viscous, and the movement became extremely slow, and even the next action became extremely difficult.

However, there are also some terrifying ghosts who are quickly getting out of this state and resisting the influence of red street lights.

Besides.

The red light of the street lamp was also invading the five-layer ghost snake in the Yang room, and the spirit that wanted to slow everything down shrouded the five people in the ghost snake.

Red light stops.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he analyzed the supernatural characteristics of this red light: "The weird red light slows down every movement, but the supernatural power is not suppressed by the street lamp. Slowing down the rate of rice consumption by slowing down the frequency of the Oni Feast's attacks seems to be effective. ”

After everything in the range of the street lights slowed down, the rice in their hands basically did not decrease.

The red light flashed away.

Yang Jian lifted the ghost snake, and the movement of moving his head was extremely difficult, but the nine ghost eyes watched everything, providing him with a lot of vision.

He saw Liang Xingyang standing quietly under the street lamp, so he didn't use the six-layer ghost snake to break free from the red light influence of the street lamp.

Time is passing little by little, and the rice is slowly decreasing, but this rate of consumption is optimistic, and there is a chance that they will survive until the sixth day.

In this way, twelve o'clock came, and the ancient house entered the sixth day.

The ghost feast is over, and the funeral officially begins.

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