Yang Jian sat on the roof, thinking about clues in his mind.

There are many messages from the parchment reminders, especially mentioning two important time points, 6:10 p.m. and 12 p.m.

Now that six o'clock has passed, if the calculation of the human skin paper is correct, Liang Xingyang's life has ended in the process of controlling the curse.

They took the initiative to pull the cursed mirror ghost out of the ancient mansion, which was equivalent to allowing the ghost to recover quickly from Zhang Dong's suppression, bringing a serious threat to life.

Therefore, all operations should not be carried out until at least twelve o'clock in the evening, in case there are accidents along the way, and the destruction may continue to be controlled.

"Twelve?" Liang Wensong's face changed.

He thought about it for a long time, and the gloom on his face gradually calmed down.

Waiting for a long six hours was naturally a difficult decision, but he could only choose to trust Yang Jian's judgment.

He had constantly deduced Liang Xingyang's thinking pattern in his mind, trying to find a solution for the latter to control the curse.

But the end result is failure, entering a dangerous fictional world, with no hope of survival, let alone trying to navigate the curse.

At this time, Wang Chaling sighed faintly and asked, "What if people have not come to life when twelve o'clock comes?" ”

This sentence is obviously asking Yang Jian, only Yang Jian can make decisions, but he can't ignore the situation that people have not woken up.

As soon as twelve o'clock arrived, it means that Liang Xingyang most likely failed to control the curse, and it is even likely that he died at six o'clock.

Yang Jian glanced at it calmly, and said lightly: "There is no evidence to prove that the person is dead, and when it comes to the supernatural, the result is always full of uncertainty." If there is no fruit before the new day comes, I plan to bring the mirror ghost out and see if it is a person or a ghost who is revived. ”

"It's too dangerous......"

Wang Chaling's eyes shrank slightly, and he immediately wanted to remind, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't continue to say the words of opposition.

Willing to face danger and take the ghost out of the ancient mansion to verify the results, he felt that Yang Jian attached great importance to Liang Xingyang, even if he opened his mouth to oppose it, I am afraid it would not stop them from doing so.

After 12 o'clock that night, do you want to get involved?

He had been attacked by a curse and was terrified of the fictional world, and if Liang Xingyang hadn't rescued him, he might have died inside.

At this moment, he fell into a tangle and hesitation.

If the fourth generation of the Wang family has been born, he can not hesitate to leave the second generation of the Wang family behind and accompany Yang Jian on an adventure.

But the reality is cruel, four generations have not yet been born, and he must bear the heavy responsibility of perpetuating the curse on his shoulders, and he cannot be arbitrary.

Liang Wensong saw his struggle, and said coldly: "You can't help if you stay, you can leave." ”

Wang Chaling's face changed, his whole body seemed to be cold and stiff, and he fell into a choice in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I owe that guy's life." After being silent for a while, he finally lowered his head, pursed his lips, and let the second generation of the Wang family surround him, taking him away from the roof of the ancient mansion and breaking the boundaries to return to reality.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, a faint red light emanated from his pupils, and he was indifferent to Wang Chaling's choice.

"He's underwhelmed."

Liang Wensong's face was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and he had some thoughts in his heart.

He was very dissatisfied with Wang Chaling's choice, and even brought a faint killing intent.

Yang Jian was indifferent, his eyes were always paying attention to the situation in the ancient mansion, and he didn't care about other things at all.

At this time, some doubts flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, the ghost fell silent, and there was no supernatural phenomenon around him, but the old man in the ancient mansion still did not stop waving his hand and kept suppressing it.

This strange scene gave him the feeling that if he stopped attacking, the mirror ghost would immediately wake up from his slumber.

Thinking of this, he suddenly hesitated in his heart.

There is only one possibility for Zhang Dong to continue waving his hand, that is, after the mirror ghost became the carrier of the curse, he has not fallen into a state of death.

Losing the suppression of Zhang Dong, is it a human or a ghost who has recovered from the mirror ghost?

"According to the human skin paper, Liang Xingyang's living consciousness has undergone an irreversible transformation, even if he leaves the ancient house, there are only two results of awakening, one is the revival of the new mirror ghost consciousness, and the other is the revival of the curse of the anti-guest, and the living don't seem to have any way to live, unless there is hidden information that I don't know yet."

Yang Jian thought for a while, took out the cold human skin paper, and said in a deep voice, "Give me another message reminder." ”

A minute later.

No handwriting appeared on the parchment, and it seemed that he didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Aren't you afraid of being buried 10,000 meters underground?"

Yang Jian thought about it, it was not appropriate to throw the human skin paper into the ancient mansion at this time, it would easily cause accidents.

It would not be good if Zhang Dong shifted the target of the attack, or if the human skin paper took the opportunity to float on the face of the mirror ghost, causing the mirror ghost to recover halfway.

In the face of Yang Jian's threat, the skin paper was still quietly spread on the palm of his hand and did not react, as if he had been threatened too many times and no longer wanted to struggle.

Yang Jian put away the parchment paper, eliminated the distractions in his mind, and persuaded himself to continue waiting.

If there is no problem, it is the best outcome, and it is never too late to solve the problem when it occurs.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The darkness and dead silence that hung over the ancient mansion became even thicker, and the light was so dim that no light spilled into the patio anymore, plunging the ancient mansion into silence and darkness.

But the darkness blocks the peeping eye of the ghost.

Yang Jian glanced down at the time on the gold watch: "It's eleven o'clock in the evening." ”

After five hours of waiting, he noticed another change.

With the passage of time, the speed at which the old man in the ancient mansion waved his hand actually decreased again and again, and the rhythm became slow.

Although this continuous change is hidden in the five hours, it is extremely subtle and difficult to detect, but as long as you compare the speed of the old man's hand before and after, you can immediately distinguish the difference, and it is easy for people to distinguish.

"The number of attacks is getting less and less, is it the curse and carrier of the supernatural that is about to completely silence everything?" Yang Jian frowned, carefully observing the situation below, and constantly analyzing it in his mind, "Or is it the supernatural conflict between the mirror ghost and the curse, in fact, it is only now coming to an end?" ”

As the carrier of all the magical curses of the Mirror Ghost, it does not mean that the curse has successfully defeated and controlled the Mirror Ghost. The internal supernatural conflict has actually been continuing, and because of Zhang Dong's external suppression, the supernatural conflict ended ahead of schedule.

As the time gets closer and closer to twelve o'clock in the evening,

"How's it going?"

Liang Wensong pinched a handful of sweat, he couldn't see through the darkness in the ancient mansion, so he could only keep asking Yang Jian to grasp the latest situation.

When the hands on a gold watch go to the position of twelve.

Zhang Dong slowly lowered his arm covered with corpse spots, turned around and returned to the lobby with heavy steps, and after a while came to the black Taishi chair, sat down stiffly, his head towards the position of the patio, and stared at the door, waiting for a new intruder.

Near the patio, the illusory figure curled up and sleeping has not moved, and there is no supernatural phenomenon nearby, and it seems to have fallen completely silent.

Liang Wensong's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "He's dead." ”

Yang Jian was expressionless, silent for a while, and said calmly: "No, in fact, there is one last attempt left, and this method can prove whether he is still conscious!" ”

"You still want to take the mirror ghost out of the ancient mansion? The revival of the ghost can cause big trouble. ”

"I thought about it afterwards and it doesn't have to be that much trouble to verify. Do you remember the idealistic nature of the curse, the law of killing? Yang Jian said very seriously.

Liang Wensong's pupils shrank: "If you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you won't have it, but if the ghost hasn't completely died... In case it's not him who wakes up, but a ghost..."

"There's only one last step left, and if I don't try, I won't give up."

Yang Jian took a breath lightly, his eyes flashing with determination.

In the ancient mansion, Zhang Dong's wave of his hand to erase is terrifying, but if he just puts the ghost around him to suppress the supernatural, in fact, he can't suppress the mirror ghost who carries all the magical curses of fiction.

The reason for the mirror ghost's slumber is most likely due to Zhang Dong's continuous erasure attacks before, and now there is only one chance of recovery missing: triggering the law of killing.

And in the ancient mansion, it is impossible for the terrible old corpse to actively trigger this idealistic killing law.

So there is a strange balance between the mirror ghost and Zhang Dong, and if there are no accidents, this balance will continue forever.

But this moment.

Yang Jian intends to break this delicate balance and fight for Liang Xingyang's little life.

He didn't know if Liang Xingyang had left a memory, if not, what he woke up would be a terrifying, terrifying ghost comparable to Zhang Dong.

"Liang Xingyang."

Yang Jian walked to the mouth of the patio, leaned down, stared at the illusory young man curled up in a deep sleep, and called out a name.

The sound pierced the patio and echoed through the silence and darkness of the ancient mansion.

Faith is there.

At this moment, the condition is triggered.

Moment.

The illusory figure curled up in the sleep changed, wisps of silver light surged, and the dim illusory was gradually consolidating.

Under the strong expectation of a living person, a person who has long since died begins to welcome a new life, to be detached from death.

Liang Xingyang's eyelids slowly opened, revealing clear and bright eyes, and he murmured: "Who is calling me?" ”

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