Yang Jian's eyes shrank: "There is no solution to the ability to suppress the powerful ghosts." ”

The ghost shadow controls the ghost hand, relying on the splicing of limbs.

The ghost hand itself does not have the ability to suppress, and only after covering the ghost with countless derivative palms can it have the ability to suppress the ghost's movement.

The ability to suppress a ghost comes from a diamond-shaped brand, but he didn't expect that with the help of the spirit ghost and the ghost coffin, he could actually steal the ghost's unsolvable suppression ability, this idea is too incredible.

Despite being only a place for unresolved suppression.

"By restarting the collision, the wishing ghost will crash, and in the future, there will be no need to steal the wish to produce wish stickers, just to free up the ghost coffin."

Yang Jian was moved, and said: "However, Huanggang Village and the ghost coffin are one, and we have stolen the spirit of the ghost coffin, which is equivalent to breaking up the puzzle pieces of the ghost and weakening the horror of the ghost." Even if the puzzle pieces are completed in the future, the ability to restart infinitely will be affected. If you replace the ghost in the future, it will be equivalent to weakening your strength. ”

Liang Xingyang thought for a while, and also said his thoughts: "The ghost is too inexplicable to restart the infinite restart, and the mirror space that fuses the eight mirror ghosts is not enough to be imprisoned, so it's better to get the proceeds now." ”

There was one more sentence that he did not utter.

That is, in the future, after he fuses ten mirror ghosts, he will transform into a ghost mirror, and the mirror space will have no unresolved imprisonment, and it should not be a problem to replace the full version of the ghost at this time.

But that was the future, and the plan of fusing the ten mirror ghosts was very dangerous, even if there was a plan provided by the human skin paper, it could not be easily tried.

If you don't gamble, you won't lose.

He has become a top ghost master, there is no need to gamble for this, unless it is absolutely necessary, he will not fuse the ninth mirror ghost and intensify the erosion of the ghost instinct.

That's why.

He just wanted to strengthen the ability of the ghost heart by stealing the ghost's supernatural and better deal with the threat of the outside world.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he didn't say anything more.

The two of them came to the stairs and ascended to Safe House No. 1 on the second floor.

Liang Xingyang stretched out his hand to push open the heavy golden gate and walked in first, followed by Yang Jian.

As soon as I entered, I suddenly found that it was filled with a cold aura, giving people an indescribable chill.

The room is full of dangerous supernatural objects.

For example, a black coffin, a ghost cupboard, a ghost mirror, a blood-stained broken knife, and a scarlet tumbler.

A wisp of scarlet blood flowed out between Liang Xingyang's fingers, and an old spiritual seat with a posthumous image was taken out by Liang Xingyang.

"There is no need for an afterghost, so as to avoid bringing uncertainties."

Liang Xingyang took off the statue on the spiritual throne with his hand stained with ghost blood, and threw it back into the ghost blood and imprisoned it.

"I'll do it first."

Yang Jian walked over, stretched out his blackened and stiff ghost hand, and took the spiritual position that had withdrawn blood.

This old wooden spiritual position exudes a cold aura that is not like a living person all the time, and it is reviving after losing the suppression of ghost blood.

Soon, though.

A black shadow like ink flowed onto the spiritual seat, covering it completely, and the suppression of the ghost shadow was taking effect.

A strange splicing begins.

Yang Jian was using a ghost shadow to forcibly control the spirit position ghost, and spliced this spirit position to his right arm.

Incredible.

Under the supernatural influence of the ghost, the spirit position really melted into the flesh and blood.

A cold aura that belonged to a spirit ghost, not like a living person, began to diffuse from his arm.

And Yang Jian soon found that the right arm had strangely become very stiff, and some kind of foreign body had filled the flesh and blood, and this arm was deteriorating and necrotic, and a vague bruise in the shape of a spiritual position faintly appeared.

"This kind of control is short-lived, and unless it really turns the spirit position into one of the supernatural puzzles of ghosts, it can only be suppressed forever." Yang Jian's eyes froze, and his gaze stared at his arm as sharp as an eagle's falcon.

Once the suppression of the ghost shadow does not exist, then the spirit position will be anti-guest, the consciousness will invade, fight for this body, and even pose a threat to Yang Jian.

"Bang."

There was a slight noise.

Liang Xingyang pushed open the lid of the black coffin, revealing the ordinary coffin space, but the silver pupils presented the truth, which was the coffin, but a bottomless darkness, reflecting the darkness in the shape of a coffin.

The coffin is just a carrier, and even if the coffin plate is lost, the real ghost coffin will not disappear.

Yang Jian walked over, without a trace of hesitation, and got into the coffin.

Liang Xingyang tacitly lifted the coffin lid again, and with a bang, the coffin lid fell, tightly closed, and restored to its original shape.

In the original book, in order to get rid of the ringing curse of the music box, Yang Jian swapped with Guo Fan's consciousness and transferred his consciousness to the photo of the ghost camera, so that Guo Fan's consciousness settled in his body and inherited the curse of the music box.

However, at that time, no one knew that Guo Fan had been manipulated by the spirit ghost, and Guo Fan died after inheriting the curse, and finally let the spirit ghost get Yang Jian's body.

The spirit ghost lies in the ghost coffin, and as one of the puzzle pieces of the ghost difference, the suppression of the ghost hand is conceived by the ghost coffin, which completes the puzzle and obtains the characteristics of unsolved suppression.

Therefore, there is a high probability of success by complementing each other in the puzzle and controlling the spirit ghost to steal the spirit of the ghost coffin.

Yang Jian lay down in the coffin.

"I opened the locked door of the old mansion, and now it's my turn to make a request, and I'm going to trade your next condition: ask me for a bowl of blood." Liang Xingyang did not continue to pay attention to the ghost coffin, but took out a pen and paper and stuffed the note into the hollow of the ghost cabinet after this sentence.

Something seemed to grab his note in the dark cupboard, and he immediately put it in.

Two minutes passed.

The note sent in is like being swallowed by this weird cupboard, it has not been sent back, you have no information to give, and there is no movement of the transaction.

Liang Xingyang was expressionless, standing there waiting for the transaction to be completed.

Another two minutes passed.

At this moment, the upper and lower doors of the ghost cabinet slammed open, revealing the darkness inside, and a strange cold aura permeated from inside.

Soon, the wooden planks of the cabinet were strangely oozing blood outside, wisps of sticky and scarlet, as if conscious blood was spreading and wriggling, and the pungent smell of blood was everywhere.

"The Ghost Cabinet has the ability to trade everything, and at the same time it is powerful and bound by the rules of forced trading. As long as I fulfill the conditions and make one more unquenchable request, you will have to satisfy me, and there is no room for turnaround. ”

Liang Xingyang sneered, knowing very well in his heart that the ghost cabinet was in a supernatural conflict.

A ghost with wisdom is trying to break free from the limitations of its own rules, without the help of other supernatural beings, relying only on itself, which is undoubtedly a dream.

As if it were foresight, if there were no surprises, everything would have gone smoothly.

I waited another five minutes.

The ghost cabinet no longer oozes blood, but the viscous blood that spreads outside squirms, slowly returning to the ghost cupboard.

"Bang."

The upper door of the haunted closet slammed shut, and in the lower door that opened, a blood-stained note had been placed somewhere.

Liang Xingyang's face was calm and he picked up the note.

A twisted line of black handwriting appeared beneath his request: Give me a bowl of blood.

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