Wang Chaling's body stood at the gate of the ancestral hall, and a strange old man stood in front of him.

The eyeless eye sockets stared directly at Wang Chaling, and one person and one ghost had maintained this posture for more than ten days and nearly twenty days.

The confrontation of consciousness is a very long process, and it will be very dangerous if it is the rest of the ghost masters, but Wang Chaling is different.

He is the third generation of the Wang family, and after the death of his parents, there are four terrifying souls around him.

Even if his consciousness falls silent, as long as he has not really died, the revenant soul will always protect him.

Moreover, in this supernatural place, it is not only the soul of the dead, but also an old man from the Republic of China period who stays here.

In these more than ten days.

The souls of the Wang family have also become quieter and quieter from the initial restlessness, guarding Wang Chaling's side to resist the ghosts in Zhuangzi.

The strange changes have been going on, and an illusory body has been in front of Wang Chaling all the time.

The phantom is very fragile, and a large part of it seems to be on the verge of collapse, collapsing from time to time and condensing again.

The body shape and clothes are exactly the same as Wang Chaling's, and the only thing worth mentioning is probably the head.

On the surface of the skull, the skin had been stripped away, and the jet-black skull had no flesh on it, like a stained skeleton of bones.

"Bang~!"

The old man's revenant spirit waved casually, and some of the phantoms that began to overlap with Wang Chaling's body were directly dispersed.

This scene has happened dozens of times in the past ten days, and whenever the phantom wants to get close to Wang Chaling, it will be ruthlessly scattered by the ghosts.

Wang Chaling's body suddenly trembled, as if it was a signal, and the illusory figure began to collapse at an extremely fast speed.

Black blood flowed from the eyeless old man's eye sockets, and his head deflected at an incredible angle, avoiding the eye with Wang Chaling.

The cyan ghost domain forcibly lit up this dark area, as if replacing the dark Zhuangzi.

"I made it." Wang Chaling's voice was as gentle as ever, but it did not contain a trace of emotion.

This is the price of controlling the supernatural, the influence is mutual, he tries to influence the ghost through his own consciousness, and the ghost is also affecting Wang Chaling's consciousness through the supernatural.

In the presence of Meng Xiaodong, Wang Chaling chose to take a gamble and directly collide with the supernatural consciousness in the supernatural land.

He has his own considerations.

Although it is easy to bring back the ghosts, there is no guarantee for follow-up questions, danger is still danger, and the help of consciousness in touching the dead soul is very limited.

Although the supernatural land is dangerous, the revenant soul can resist the attack of the evil spirits, which can be regarded as reducing the difficulty.

Moreover, there is Meng Xiaodong, this old man is relatively friendly to the ghost riders in the new era, Li Leping, the person in charge of Dachuan City, has intersected with the other party, and he has a good attitude towards Wang Chaling before.

Therefore, Wang Chaling bet that the other party would take the initiative to help him when he could not succeed, for the sake of the Wang family's face (force) (ghost), and for his sake and hard work.

He knew what would happen when he lost a bet, but since he chose to become a ghost rider, there was no turning back.

This kind of thing is not the norm in the rest of life, but it will definitely not be too little, this time there is a big guy by his side, if he doesn't dare to bet, let alone later.

The results are gratifying.

The consciousness of the resurrection of the deceptive ghost and the consciousness of Wang Chaling's self were partially fused, and then the remaining part was changed by Wang Chaling, and he was attacked by the consciousness of the powerful ghost instead of him.

This one was inspired by the strange consciousness that suddenly entered his body before, and the powerful ghost took the attack in place of Wang Chaling.

fell into silence again, and Wang Chaling's self-consciousness, which was fused with part of his consciousness, had an absolute self.

During this time, you can constantly deceive and modify your self-consciousness into that silent consciousness.

"I'm still not an outlier, but the beginning of this path has opened up to me." Wang Chaling analyzed his state.

The beginning of the path of alienation has been opened to him, and as long as he is willing to go on, it is only a matter of time before he becomes an alien.

But what he asked for was not so simple.

"Constantly replenishing powerful ghosts and raising the level of terror is the road of the Republic of China, and part of my plan is to take this road, which is destined for me to be impossible to take the pure alien road."

Aliens are not omnipotent, the ghost consciousness still exists, but it is difficult to recover again, but it is not that it is not revived.

The more complete the puzzle is, the stronger the deceptive ghost's consciousness will be, and the more difficult it will be for him to suppress it.

However, these are still far away, although Wang Chaling has a plan, it still needs to be constantly improved, and now it is just a matter of thinking.

"Everything that needs to be done has been done, and the next thing is to restrict this hellish place." Wang Chaling analyzed the situation and did not go deeper.

Although he can't determine the time, he will definitely not spend less time on the confrontation of consciousness, and it is time to solve this artificially caused loss of control.

The collision between the ghosts, the deception ghosts who once again completed the puzzle fell silent, and the ghosts who launched the attack were naturally not much better.

Although the eyeless old man did not fall into a dead plane, he was also sent into a state of silence and would no longer affect Wang Chaling.

Without the eyeless old man to stop him, Wang Chaling walked to the old ancestral hall in front of him very easily.

The ancestral hall is not as dark as the outside world, and a few white candles burn in the corners, providing some light to the surroundings.

Four benches were placed horizontally to the right of the doorway, just under the cover of the door, and a black coffin was placed on top of the bench.

The lid of the black coffin was flipped aside, revealing the space inside, and Wang Chaling walked in to take a look.

Inside the black coffin was a bed of blood-colored cotton wool and a pillow, all of which were dented to varying degrees, and when connected, they were humanoid marks.

"Old Li's body is gone." Wang Chaling's eyes moved slightly, looking at the overturned coffin, his expression was a little ugly.

It is said that the dead are the greatest, and the old man spent the rest of his life in this ghost place in order to suppress the supernatural, and even the corpse has not been able to enter the ground in order to ensure balance.

In the end, he ended up like this, if it was someone else, Wang Chaling, it would be okay, if it was profitable, he could do this kind of thing, but after all, Li Lao also had a little connection with the Wang family.

Whether it is a hypocrite or a double standard, in short, he has written down this matter, whether it is that person or the church, he has to take a "lesson".

Wang Chaling walked around to the other side of the coffin, where a brazier was placed on the ground, and something was still burning inside.

Two rickety figures knelt in the brazier, one on the left and one on the right, kneeling near the brazier, but the movements of their hands were non-stop, and some "paper" was constantly thrown into it by them.

"Paladin Kampon, Knight Laver, if it's the two of them, it's not surprising that they can enter here."

Wang Chaling let the two figures "take the initiative" to stand up, and saw each other's faces clearly, neither of them was a stranger.

The paladin Kampin and the trial knight Raffer are all ghost handlers who have controlled three powerful ghosts, plus the supernatural items inherited in the church, they can be said to be the strongest people in the church.

"The ghosts are gone, have they been taken away, or?" Wang Chaling didn't care about a few corpses, what he cared about was their powerful ghosts.

There are six ghosts in total, but now none of them are gone, which is not good news in this kind of place.

That's when it happened.

"Bang~!"

The departure of the corpse seemed to interrupt some kind of fragile balance, and the brazier in front of him suddenly burst into flames one or two feet high, touching the top of the ancestral hall.

Wang Cha took a few steps back violently, and the dark coins held in the corpse flew all over the sky, and a large number of dark coins seemed to fill every room of the ancestral hall.

A strange smell began to permeate the room, an unpleasant corpse stench, mixed with a peculiar scent.

This is not the case.

The cyan ghost realm spread, isolating Wang Chaling from this special fragrance, but the dark coin still existed, floating inside the ghost domain.

Trample...... Trample...... Trample......

The sound of dull footsteps echoed around, and a blood-colored hand suddenly stretched out to Wang Chaling's shoulder.

Boom~!

The mother's revenant soul blocked the attacking palm, Wang Cha turned around violently, and the dark coin in front of him instantly dissipated at this moment, and the stick in his hand slammed into the thing behind him.

Don't have a sense of reality?

Wang Chaling frowned, a bad premonition came to his heart, and the short stick in his hand became extremely hot.

Without hesitation, he threw the short stick in his hand directly at his grandfather, and he retreated to his grandmother's side.

It had been hovering abruptly over the edge of the brazier, and at the place where Wang Chaling had hit it just now, as well as on the short stick, a ball of flame suddenly emerged, spreading at an unimaginable speed.

The fire spread quickly, and the coins that filled the entire ancestral hall were the medium through which it burned.

"Even the ghost realm has a tendency to be ignited? This thing can't really be from the Caesars Hotel. ”

Wang Chaling has experienced the ghost domain of Yang Jian in Dachang City, and once again made up a puzzle of powerful ghosts, even if the deceitful ghost and modified ghost are not powerful ghosts specializing in the ghost domain, it can be speculated that the strength should not be less than the four-layer ghost domain of Yang Jian's ghost eye.

But it was only the ghost domain that was ignited, and the flame on the short stick in Grandpa Wang Chaling's hand had gradually been extinguished under the terrifying suppression.

The cyan light covered a large space, but the edge was in a state of collapse at all times, constantly shrinking by Wang Chaling.

Feeling some information from his mother, Wang Chaling moved towards the coffin while shrinking the ghost domain.

At the edge of the ghost domain, the collision between the flames and the ghost domain revealed a slight difference from the ancestral hall.

"Grandpa!"

When he came to the black coffin, Wang Chaling shouted, jumped into the ghost coffin randomly, and the coffin lid that was overturned on the side also closed automatically.

The terrifying ghost stood in front of the ghost coffin, with a large amount of flames wrapped around the black and white palms, and then slapped it violently on the ghost coffin.

Everything in the ancestral hall began to twist, and the flames twisted into a human body, which was "vanished" again.

In less than ten seconds, the flames in the entire room disappeared, leaving no trace of the flames.

Immediately after that, the Stygian Coin began to dissipate into a wisp of white mist, and finally only the two corpses were left.

Finally, there was the coffin, the closed coffin lid was violently overturned, and Wang Chaling inside and the four souls guarding the four corners of the coffin also disappeared.

Bang~!

The door of the ancestral hall slammed shut, and the candles burning in the corners were extinguished one by one, leaving only two corpses kneeling quietly beside the ghost coffin, and the dead coins were put into the brazier in front of them, maintaining a slight firelight.

…………

The ancestral hall is still an ancestral hall.

Wang Chaling lifted the lid of the coffin, climbed out of it, and looked at the surrounding environment, candles, corpses, braziers...... Even where the lid of the coffin he lifted was located, the layout was exactly the same as before.

The only thing that is different is probably that there is more dirt and some ghosts.

"This is, the ghosts who ran out before." Wang Chaling glanced at it and found that these powerful ghosts were in poor condition.

Most of them are in a state of silence, and some have even crashed, not at all like the previous ones, which can launch an attack just after they come out.

"This house has a suppressive effect on the ghosts." Wang Chaling looked at his parents, although they were the same as usual, but there was a slight slowness in their actions.

As soon as he came out of the coffin, he kept his grandmother by his side to protect him and resist the suppression, so he couldn't find this anomaly in the first place.

"The descendants of the Wang family, looking at your number, it should be three generations, time flies really fast."

An old voice suddenly came out of the door, evoking some impressions in the depths of Wang Chaling's memory.

But he didn't respond, but asked his grandfather to open the door of the ancestral hall, and the dazzling light shone into the ancestral hall, which couldn't help but make Wang Chaling's eyes narrow.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, a bamboo rattan chair is placed there, and next to it is a bamboo table.

There were also two teacups on it, one held by an old hand, and the other still steaming.

A body quickly solidified beside Wang Chaling, a modified consciousness, and Wang Chaling put it into the body through the medium of deception.

"Elder Li."

"Wang Chaling" sat on the chair on the other side, and at the signal of the old man, picked up the cup of tea that was still steaming.

The old man glanced sideways at "Wang Chaling" sitting beside him, and chuckled: "You kid, you are still cautious enough." ”

"Boy of the Wang family, don't worry, although Xiao Li is dead, he still leaves a little consciousness in the world."

It was Meng Xiaodong's voice, Wang Chaling followed the sound and looked into the distance, and an old man with a basket stood in front of him for some time.

"Xiao Li, I'm a little sorry for you this time." Immediately after, Meng Xiaodong said to the man in the chair.

"It's all to solve the revival of the supernatural, but it's just a place to bury bones, and it's a good thing that it can be used by future generations."

"Besides, if it weren't for Xiao Xianguang, I don't know how long my remaining consciousness would have been asleep, and maybe it would die out directly." The old man didn't seem to care that his tomb had been robbed, and said casually.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wang Chaling's expression was calm, and the body sitting on the chair suddenly dissipated.