"Everyone eats and drinks well, you don't have to take care of me."

Zhou Deng leaned in front of a pile of food and water, without any politeness, reached out to take some food and water, and moved out of the room with a smile.

Liu Qingqing rolled her eyes, none of these foods were brought by Zhou Deng himself, they were all supplies in the messengers' backpacks.

"Let's eat it directly, while it's the safest time on the sixth day, the mission of the post office has come to an end, and there are still many of these things, and it's useless to keep them."

Da Qiang said, took some food and water, didn't stay long, walked to the corner of the room, and handed the things to Wang Feng, who was resting in the corner.

Wang Feng's whole face was more than half rotten, his physical condition was extremely poor, he had a strangely broken arm, he was covered with corpse spots, and his whole body exuded a faint smell of corpses, just like the corpses in the morgue.

The music box's curse will keep him conscious, but it won't help him fend off the ghosts. Therefore, he was devastated and tortured in unimaginable ways on the fifth day of the ghost feast.

Yang Jian used the ghost shadow to repair his body as much as possible, but some residual supernatural erosion was very serious damage to the body, and even the ghost shadow could not erase these effects.

Even if Liang Xingyang used the spirit ghost to lift the curse of the music box, the dead body would not be able to retain consciousness, and Wang Feng would not be able to live.

"Let's eat some."

Daqiang put food and water beside Wang Feng.

Wang Feng shook his head, did not speak, and did not accept these things.

"You say, can Yang Jian really resurrect me?"

After a brief period of calm, a hint of hysterical madness flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, but his voice was full of fear of death.

Da Qiang looked at him quietly: "It's very painful, after I became a ghost handler, I was also tormented by the revival of ghosts every day, but I survived."

He lifted his clothes, revealing the hidden supernatural erosion beneath him.

It was a series of black and green handprints of different old and new, as if someone had slapped them in the internal organs, from the inside out, the injuries eroded by this spirit could not be healed by ordinary methods. It is conceivable that the pain brought by the black green must be extremely huge.

Wang Feng's face was stunned, and his eyes became numb.

Daqiang didn't persuade anything more, and let Wang Feng think it out by himself.

If Wang Feng couldn't figure it out and wanted to drag someone else to bury him before he died, he would kill him as soon as possible.

With Liang Xingyang, a foreign aid, the chance to survive the seventh day has a great success rate. After delivering the letter, he will be able to climb to the fifth floor of the post office, and maybe one day he will leave the post office.

Although the hope is so small, if anyone wants to destroy, he dares to fight with this person.

The people ate and drank and tidied up, and then rested on the spot.

Even if you can't sleep, it's good to lean against the wall next to you and close your eyes.

The mansion was exceptionally quiet tonight.

Fourth from the left and third from the right.

There are only three rooms in the corridor on the right, but four rooms in the corridor on the left.

The darkness in the hallway has cleared, and the end of the hallway can now be seen. The spirit left the ancient mansion, revealing the original appearance of the corridors on both sides, and even the vanished red room was replaced by an ordinary guest room.

In Room 3 in the corridor on the right.

There are only two people, Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian.

The room was filled with the smell of blood, and there was a pool of blood on the floor.

A huge picture frame is being re-stuffed.

Liang Xingyang's pupils were silver and reflective, his hands pressed the frame of the painting, and pressed the ghost painting back into a pool of blood, and said regretfully: "The mirror space can't hold the ghost of the ghost painting, and the replacement of the mirror ghost has failed." ”

He tried to replace the ghost painting, but it triggered the memory killing mechanism, and even the ghost painting ghost easily broke away from the mirror space, but the replacement still failed.

Perhaps only by fusing the ten mirror ghosts and mastering the ability of the ghost mirror to release the prisoner can it be possible to complete the replacement effortlessly.

Yang Jian thought for a while and said: "It's a pity that I didn't bring the ghost necklace here, otherwise it shouldn't be a problem to change the body with the supernatural spirit of deceiving people's ghosts." ”

The problem they are facing now is that after the hungry ghost eats the ghost painting, he will still maintain the appearance of the starving ghost Liang Xingyang.

Although he has the supernatural spirit of a ghost painting, if the appearance does not match, it may not meet the conditions for the funeral of relatives and friends, resulting in the revival of the body in the red coffin.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, he didn't speak, first pressed the ghost painting back into the pool of blood and successfully imprisoned it, only then breathed a sigh of relief, and then withdrew the pool of blood on the floor back into his body and flowed.

After packing up.

Only then did he speak: "The shape of the spirit is not important, there is no way to change the image, only a wish needs to be wasted. ”

Yang Jian's face was stunned, and he quickly reacted: "It's really a waste, not to mention consuming two at once." ”

Change the shape of your body with the help of the spirit of the wishing ghost, change your appearance into the woman in the ghost painting, and at the same time harness the supernatural power of the ghost painting, which is equal to the real ghost painting woman.

Become a ghost in the painting.

Liang Xingyang's face was slightly unnatural.

It's just that when the time comes, no one but him can control the supernatural of the ghost painting, which is a necessary sacrifice.

Time passes little by little.

An hour, two hours, four o'clock in the morning came quickly.

There was something unusual in the old house.

Crunch.

The wooden door of the back hall was pushed open by someone or blown open by the wind, and there was a loud noise in the silence of the old house.

This slight movement made everyone's eyes open.

The messengers' room opened, and Liu Qingqing, Eagle, Da Qiang, Wang Feng, and Yang Xiaohua walked out.

The ghost riders' rooms followed, and Zhou Deng and the seven ghost handlers walked out of the room.

Yang Jian came to the corridor with a cracked spear, looked around everyone, and said lightly: "The signal has appeared, it's time to get out of the coffin." ”

Zhou Deng leaned over and wondered, "Why didn't Liang Xingyang appear?" ”

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak, but walked straight to the back hall.

He promised Liang Xingyang that he couldn't reveal the news of the woman in the ghost painting, and he was not good at lying, so he simply didn't answer their doubts.

The messengers and ghost riders were all puzzled, and on the sixth day, Liang Xingyang would be absent, and this unexpected situation made their hearts sink in their hearts.

The group came to the back hall.

"Up."

Yang Jian and Zhou Deng lifted the red coffin, both of them were ghost handlers, and their strength was not ordinary.

They were mentally prepared for the red coffin to be difficult to lift, but to their surprise, the coffin was unexpectedly light.

It was so light that it didn't seem to be buried inside.

Crunch.

The wooden door to the back door rang again.

Yang Jian said: "Let's go, don't delay time." ”

"Why don't you open the coffin and take a look, what if the body is stolen and something goes wrong then?" Zhou Deng proposed.

"Who wouldn't steal a corpse without opening their eyes? I'm here to deliver the letter, and these things I've done in the past few days are just to cater to the survival rules of the ancient mansion and stay safer for seven days. Once the body comes out of the coffin, everyone is likely to be wiped out. Leave it alone, just bury it like that. ”

Yang Jian rejected the offer.

Zhou Deng's eyes rolled, and he also gave up the idea of opening the coffin.

It's just a coincidence that he's here, not bound by a messenger mission, something isn't right, and he can sneak away at any time.

Funeral.

The red coffin was carried out of the back door, stepped on the yellow mud road, and went to the clearing in the middle of the ghost forest, and the group followed behind the coffin, so vast that everyone was silent all the way, and only their footsteps could be heard, falling behind like a ghost.

Along the yellow mud road, gradually stepping into the strange woods.

The woods seemed to be fogged up, and a cold aura swirled around it, lingering. The winding road is dimly lit and eerie, revealing an indescribable evil nature.

However, the crowd found that the road ahead was gray.

In the dim sky, there was some kind of gray-white flocculent floating down, the vision was obscured, and the road ahead could not be seen clearly, and the darkness that filled the ghost forest seemed to have faded, and the world was only gray and white.

In the gray world, a vague figure walked out of it, inferred from the figure, it seemed to be a woman, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

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