Depressing, dead silence.

In the terrifying and desperate darkness, the scope of the blue light spread became narrower and narrower, and with each step into the depths of darkness, the scope of the ghost domain would shrink by one point.

The essence of these darkness is a ghost domain, which is created by countless powerful ghosts.

The more powerful ghost domain will suppress the weak ghost domain, and when the gap is too large, it will even directly form a crush, and the ghost painting will directly suppress the entire ghost domain into the painting, and this darkness will also incorporate Wang Chaling's ghost domain into his own ghost domain.

The deeper you go, the closer you get to the source of the ghost, and the stronger the suppression will be, and maybe in the end, the ghost domain can only barely open.

Bypassing the first hall, Wang Chaling looked in the direction of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, where there was still a little light, protecting the last peace in the hall.

Looking further back, there is a depressing, dead darkness, where inexplicable terror is hiding its form and wandering around with the help of darkness.

There were already quite a few terrifying figures standing outside the cyan ghost domain, and every time Wang Chaling pushed forward, the cyan ghost domain was suppressed by one point, and they would get closer to one point.

Two middle-aged souls wandered on the edge of the ghost domain, as the undead of the Wang family, they had an extremely close connection with Wang Chaling, and every time the ghost domain contracted, they could return to a "safe range" in time to avoid being directly exposed to the dark.

From time to time, he will stretch out his arm, grab some terrifying ghosts, forcibly dismember them, and turn them into scattered puzzles, and at the same time, these puzzles will also fall into a state of death, even if there is a dark stimulus, they will not be revived in a short time.

Every time a powerful ghost is scattered, it is equivalent to the weakening of the darkness, and the suppression of the ghost domain by the darkness will shrink by a few points, although the degree of reduction is not a level at all compared to the growth degree of the advance, but it is still stronger than no reduction.

"Very good, go on at this pace, but if you reach the squatter, the ghost domain can still hold on." Wang Chaling knocked down some of the crashes that were "not too high" and estimated the time it would take to arrive.

The squatter of the Jizo Temple is on the right side of the first hall, about two kilometers away, in this case, the ghost domain is more used to prevent ghosts and warnings, and it is inconvenient to use it directly to hurry.

However, Wang Chaling's speed is not slow, and he has long used supernatural powers to strengthen his body, even if he simply relies on his body to move, without the presence of powerful ghosts blocking the way, it will take a minute and a half at most to arrive.

Distance.

The last light went out, and the whole temple, except for Wang Chaling, was completely covered in oppressive darkness, wailing, screaming, scolding, and pleading......... The voices of the dead and the ghosts resounded together in the darkness.

Wang Chaling ignored it, took out a stick of sandalwood in his hand, but the movement under his feet sped up a little, and he hurried towards his destination.

The only light in the darkness means special, and more and more strange figures surround the edge of the ghost domain, and it seems that the next moment they will all pour into the ghost domain.

The two ghosts were already a little "busy" at the edge of the ghost domain, and every time they grabbed a ghost, before they could disperse, more ghosts would rush up.

The scope of the ghost domain shrank again and again, forcibly moving forward against a group of powerful ghosts, and the cyan light flickered and flickered, as if it would be annihilated in the darkness in the next moment.

Soon, Wang Chaling came to the edge of the squatter's house, and the ghost domain had been suppressed to the point that it could only be maintained within a radius of two meters, and the terrifying supernatural interference became more and more serious.

But the next moment.

Almost the second Wang Chaling entered the squatter area, the surrounding terrifying figures began to consciously evacuate, and the terrifying spirit that oppressed the ghost domain also disappeared "without a trace".

Wang Chaling glanced at the area, a road ran through it, and there was no end in sight, flanked by low tiled houses, the main body of which was a wooden structure.

Darkness still exists in this area, but unlike the oppression and dead silence of the outside world, there is a sense of sacredness and solemnity here.

The ghost will no longer be stimulated, but will be suppressed, which is embodied in the fact that a ghost brought in by Wang Chaling was quite "energetic" just now, but now five seconds later, it has been lying on the ground and can no longer move for half a minute.

The two revenants of the second generation, the powerful ghosts controlled by Wang Chaling, began to be weakly suppressed, and as time went by, this suppression was gradually increasing.

Only one generation and two souls were unaffected.

"Most of the power is used to resist that ghost, but the remnants can still have such suppressive power, and the powerful ghost controlled by that old monk is really terrifying." Wang Chaling's eyes flashed slightly, although the old monk failed, but he was worthy of being a person who could trap the ghost in the temple for dozens or hundreds of years, and this supernatural horror was afraid that it would surpass the generation before he was born.

If it was really in its heyday, Wang Chaling would not be able to please it well.

But now it's not a big problem, it's been a long time at night, and most of the spirits are used to fight against the source ghost outside, and only part of the "Pure Land" is left, and the wandering souls are not enough to have any effect on Wang Chaling - as long as you leave the squatter area before dawn.

Without any scruples, Wang Chaling found a house at random, did not go through the door, but opened the window and climbed in through the window.

The layout of the room is not complicated, a small bed, a table, two pairs of cloth shoes under the bed, depending on its size, it should be a person, a bedding, a few folded monk's robes, plus the "person" standing in the corner with his back to Wang Chaling, is all in the room.

Wang Chaling was lucky, and the room he chose at random was actually a "single dormitory".

took out a stick of sandalwood, hesitated for a moment, then put it back away, and looked at the dead souls beside him: "Grandma, I'm going to trouble you to keep an eye on that "sir" tonight, grandpa, you are by my side to protect me, you can go up directly when necessary, Mom and Dad, you go back to the photo first." ”

Sandalwood is precious, and Wang Chaling will use a lot of places in the next "few days", especially when picking up things, he can save money, and the strength of the dead soul is enough to deal with the danger of the squatter at night.

After arranging everything, Wang Chaling picked up a monk's robe and didn't take off his blazer, just put it on the outside directly.

The monk's robe has not been washed for a long time, and there is a musty smell, but what is heavier is the bloody breath, the gray monk's robe seems to have just been picked up from the pool of blood, and ordinary people must not be able to stand this smell.

But this is the smell that most ghost riders are most familiar with, bloody, corpse-stinking...... From the moment they became ghost riders, these were almost the scents of their lives, and they naturally became accustomed to it after a long time, and Wang Chaling was no exception.

Folding the monk's robe, Wang Chaling lay on his back on the bed - unlike the monk's robe, the bedding on the bed had a strange fragrance, like the fragrance of sandalwood when it was burned, but it was mixed with some floral fragrance, which made people's restless minds calm down.

"It's pretty fast," Wang Cha.........ling muttered, his eyes closed, his breathing became calmer and calmer, and finally he fell asleep.

An old woman stood not far from the corner, staring at the "person" in the corner with a pair of numb eyes, and an illusory old man wandered around the room, walking to the door and window from time to time, and then retreating to the bed, back and forth.

The figures outside the house were longing, and from time to time there were sounds of conversation, doors and windows rattled, knocks on the door, and inquiries echoed, but they were always limited to this, and there was no further action.

If you enter through the door, you will have a direct conflict with the original owner in the house, and it is necessary to expel the original owner in order to make Wang Chaling stable.

Coming in through the window does not need to be like this, the original owner only recognizes the door to come in, and the window is in the "blind spot", and there will be no conflict with Wang Chaling - unless the original owner also has to lie in bed.

In the presence of the original owner, even if there are many changes in the things outside the house, they will not break into the door directly, which can save Wang Chaling a lot of trouble.

On the bed, Wang Chaling's face was calm, his breathing was long and continuous, and the corners of his mouth gradually outlined a smile, as if he was dreaming something.

…………

Hours go by in the blink of an eye.

The melodious sound of the bell echoed in the temple, and when the first bell rang, Wang Chaling on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

He took off his robes, folded them together with the futon, and put them neatly on the bed, and when he came to the window, he saw that it was still dark outside, and the bell rang five times.

"I slept quite comfortably this night, but the harvest was average, and the old monk's mouth was so strict that he refused to let go." Wang Chaling shook his head, although this sleep was quite comfortable, but he didn't just come to sleep, otherwise whether it was modified or cheated, he could fall asleep very easily, and the most fundamental purpose was not reached after all.

Thinking back to the stubborn old monk in his consciousness, Wang Chaling couldn't help but sigh, but he didn't dwell on this matter for long.

He has already decided to stay in the ghost temple for a few days, and he really can't pry his mouth, so he will directly rely on hard power to grab it, which is nothing more than a lot more dangerous.

"The ghost temple during the day is a lot safer, as long as it doesn't involve a few specific areas, I, the person who paid the incense money, is still relatively safe." Wang Chaling still has an understanding of the general information of the ghost temple, but it is not a lot, and he plans to take advantage of this time to walk around the temple, not to know too much, at least to remember the location of some special things.

Pushing open the window, there was nothing outside, and there was no one, the sounds in the night seemed to be illusory, Wang Chaling directly came to the street through the window, and the two souls followed.

In an instant, Wang Chaling felt that countless pairs of eyes were watching him, glanced at the "quiet and peaceful" street, and walked straight towards the position he had entered before.

When I came to the destination, there was an obvious humanoid mark on the ground, which was left by the ghost, but the ghost had disappeared, probably dragged away by the "monk" in the street.

"This donor ,........."

"Bang~!"

The rotten old man's arm smashed directly into the little monk's face, directly blocking the words it had not yet spoken, but this action seemed to touch something, and more and more monks poured out of the room, or from the gap in the house.

Glancing at more and more "people", Wang Chaling's face was calm, the cyan light rippled, and a large number of ordinary "monks" were gathered, their existence was modified to non-existent, and at the same time, they were deceived into not existing in this world.

It's just an ordinary ghost slave, how many or how many you want, and it's naturally as easy as it is to destroy, a few powerful ghosts, because the immortality of the ghost can't disappear, but it is also forcibly beaten into a puzzle, scattered all over the place, and falls into a state of death.

"It's the darkest time before dawn, the closer to dawn, the more terrifying the attack of the source ghost will be, and the supernatural left by the old monk also needs more to resist the darkness, although I have attracted attention here, but these ghosts should be the maximum limit."

Wang Chaling's prediction was good, the thirty-six bells ended, followed by the sound of drums, but as long as ordinary ghost slaves appeared, there were no ghosts.

At the moment when the last drum sounded, Wang Chaling walked out of the squatter area, the darkness of the outside world dissipated in an instant, and the light replaced everything, and the dazzling eyes made Wang Chaling can't help but squint his eyes.

The sun shines on the magnificent hall, three huge Buddha statues rise from the shadows, a huge tree shadows emerge, and the dense branches and leaves "cover" the three Buddha statues, with an inexplicable sense of sacredness, as if to expel all the horrors of the world.

Wang Chaling even felt that the consciousness of the ghost had fallen silent a little, of course, this was just his illusion, an illusion brought about by the suppression of the supernatural.

It is hard to imagine that in a supernatural place synonymous with death, gloom, depression and weirdness, there can be such a "positive" scene.

Figures emerged in the temple, practicing martial arts, attending morning classes, doing work, and talking......... Scenes of the past emerge during the day decades later.

Wang Chaling is like a ghost, and everyone who comes and goes ignores him, or rather, they can't see Wang Chaling in their eyes at all.

…………

J City.

Because of the particularity and difficulty of restricting the plague ghosts, many people in the east of the city have been evacuated, but after all, it is too late, the number of people is too large, and the normal evacuation work is also very difficult.

The plague ghost has already left the previous base, and is constantly heading towards the East City side After all, the speed is not fast, but it will not take long.

"It's really troublesome, and only then did I think of evacuating with the ghost domain." Yang Jian stood on a tall building, red light shrouded the surroundings, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

It's not just him.

Shen Lin is also using the ghost domain to evacuate the people who have not yet evacuated, and Li Leping is arranged in a fixed position, and the ability to forget can make people ignore many abnormal phenomena and ensure the stability of order.

A helicopter glides over the DC zone.

There was only Liu San on it, and he was still holding a square gold container in his hand, and he hurried straight in the direction of the fluorescent sky.

"It should be about the same distance." Looking at the approaching plague ghosts and the distant city, Liu San opened the gold container, took out a painting from it, and jumped off the helicopter directly holding the painting.

Finding a suitable location, Liu San first lit a white ghost candle and placed it in a "safe" position, then took out a handful of powder and applied it evenly to the painting.

"That's it." Liu San muttered to himself, his body gradually withered and yellowed, turning into a paper figure with no supernatural spirits and slumping to the ground.

Ten minutes later.

The sky was full of fluorescent light, but it was mixed with a little ash.

(End of chapter)