Mysterious Recovery Chapter 949

Finally came to this fifth day.

More than half of the first seven days, the remaining people in the ancient house named today: Ghost Banquet.

It means that today is a feast for ghosts, because this ancient house will now completely lose its balance, and all the spirits will invade into the ancient house. In this case, let alone ordinary ghost masters, even Yang Jian. The top captain-level tasks will also be buried here.

This is not a scene that a living person can deal with.

If you want to live, you can only find a way to live today.

According to previous speculations, the key to living today is three bowls of white rice.

Three large blue and white porcelain bowls containing three bowls of raw or cooked white rice were placed in front of the red coffin.

Yang Jian, Li Yang, Zhou Deng, Liu Qingqing and the eagle gathered together.

These are the only five people left.

Except for Yang Xiaohua, whose life and death are unknown, all the others are dead, and the first seven have not arrived yet, and there may be others who will be damaged next.

But no matter how dangerous it is, you still have to work hard to survive.

"I have a bowl with Li Yang, Zhou Deng has a bowl with you, Liu Qingqing and Eagle have a bowl with you, each explores the usage and finds a way to live to survive. I can't find it, and I have nothing to say if I die here." Yang Jian didn't waste time and said quickly.

"Okay, that's it."

"I have no opinion."

Zhou Deng and Liu Qingqing had no objection, nodded, and immediately took away a bowl of rice.

Yang Jian and Li Yang distributed the most servings in a bowl, because they were two people, and Zhou Deng was the least because they were one person. As for Liu Qingqing and the eagle, they were no more or less, because the eagle is a special situation. If you are lucky, The music box curse can still help him resist the attack of the ghost.

"The coffin has to be covered, otherwise the old man may be invaded by other ghosts, causing some unexpected changes." At this time, Yang Jian did not forget the aftermath.

He lifted the lid of the red coffin and quickly covered the coffin while Li Gui invaded the ancient house.

No one wanted the old man Ligui to recover during the ghost feast on the fifth day.

The red coffin has the power to suppress the supernatural, but it is only useful if the coffin and the coffin lid are integrated. If it is in the open state, the function of the coffin to restrict the supernatural will be lost immediately.

"If nothing else, this red coffin will not be opened until the day of the burial." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

He thought for a while, but still didn't nail the coffin in the red coffin.

It is not that he is reluctant to nail the coffin, but that he still cannot lose the help of the coffin nail, otherwise he will not be able to survive the next two days.

"The ghost has come in..."

The eagle said with a heavy tone at this moment.

This time is different from the previous few times. This time the ghost is coming from the gate of the ancient house, and more than that, the corridors of the ancient house on the left and right sides also heard the sound of opening the door one after another, and the darkness surged in the aisle. , Like a cloud of black fog brewing, it must be vented at any time.

It seems that the ghost with ghost domain, who had been dismembered by Yang Jian twice before, has recovered and started to invade the ancient house again.

The highly decomposed corpse that Yang Jian had chopped down with a hatchet before stood up again, and at the same time, there were more new terrifying things outside the ancient house, like a tide, about to engulf everyone.

The red coffin is completely useless now.

The ghost crossed the patio and came to the lobby of the ancient house, and was still approaching, without the slightest intention of stopping.

Everyone was wearing mourning clothes and didn't know if it was still useful, but they didn't dare to take it off. This thing can shield the Li ghost's perception, but this kind of shielding is not omnipotent. Fan Xing was killed in mourning clothes before, and there is that big power. They were also killed in mourning clothes.

It can be seen that although this thing is useful, it does not guarantee that you are 100% safe.

Everyone is now in the five-layer ghost realm in Yang Jian.

Up to now, Yang Jian has not dared to take back the ghost domain. He is worried that as soon as the ghost domain disappears, the ghost will directly attack the people in the ancient house, and you will even be killed directly if you don't even have the chance to resist.

"Relying on the mourning clothes and the ghost domain coverage, it seems that you can not be attacked by the ghosts for the time being, but this is useless."

Yang Jian glanced at the others: "My ghost domain cannot last for a whole day, and my ghost domain will be invaded if it is disturbed by spirits, so I must find a way to survive before then. , Otherwise there is no chance of trial and error."

"So it's better to take off the mourning clothes alone, leave the shelter of the ghost domain, and take the white rice to go out for trial and error?" Zhou Deng wrinkled his brows and understood what Yang Jian meant.

"Perhaps this is the meaning of the ghost feast on the fifth day, abandon the protection of the mourning on the fourth day of condolences, and meet the new crisis." Yang Jiandao.

The eagle said at this moment: "Since it is trial and error, there is inevitably a question of order. I have been cursed, and I will live shortly. I will do the first trial and error."

"In that case, I'll be the second one." Zhou Deng shrugged.

Yang Jian said: "I am third."

"My fourth." Liu Qingqing's eyes flickered and looked very nervous, and then she handed the bowl of white rice in her hand to the eagle.

None of the people declined, they all intuitively divided the order.

Because there are only this few people left. If you don't, who will?

You have to fight if you want to survive.

"Are you ready?" Yang Jian said.

After the eagle took the bowl of white rice, he nodded, "I'm ready."

Not only was he holding a bowl of white rice, he also held two dice, one black and one red.

In the event of an emergency, he will play dice to delay time as before.

"Then it begins..." Yang Jian immediately sent the eagle out after speaking.

The eagle was still standing there, but he was no longer in Yang Jian's ghost realm. It seemed that there was no change, but in fact it changed greatly.

One left the ghost domain.

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The abnormality of the ancient house became intense in an instant.

The vague and weird horror ghost figure projected on the wall instantly looked towards the eagle. His body was being affected, his hands and feet were turning into shadows and gradually sinking into the ground, becoming a figure on the ground.

The curse of the music box didn't work.

Because the curse only guarantees that he will not die, it does not guarantee that he will not be attacked by spiritual forces, and this does not conflict with each other.

"Help you."

Yang Jian didn't want the eagle to be disturbed and become a figure on the ground, so there was no need for trial and error.

His ghost swayed, like a ghost recovering, a huge black figure stood up from the ground, and then quickly enveloped the eagle.

The eagle felt cold all over, and a chill was invading his body, which made people shudder.

He seemed to be plunged into darkness, as if to be swallowed by ghosts.

But the ghost saved him.

His hands and feet did not further turn into shadows on the ground, this kind of spiritual influence was isolated, and he was protected by ghosts.

At this time, this protection is not absolute.

A mutilated corpse with only the lower part of the body came towards him. The ghost, who was blindfolded with his hands, slowly opened his palms at this time, revealing two fingers, clearly without eyes, but in the dark eye sockets. A strange sight appeared in the middle, and secretly looked at the eagle.

In addition, several of the ghosts pouring into the lobby suddenly stopped, some of them looked at the eagle, and some of them ran directly towards him.

The eagle just stood there motionless, as if it had triggered the killing laws of several ghosts.

At this moment, it was a mistake for him to breathe and to stand.

This is the scary part of the large number of ghosts in the supernatural event. The law of killing is superimposed. You can avoid this one, and you can't avoid the other one. There will always be ghosts staring at you.

The eagle already felt his own danger, and he felt that the curse of the music box might not be able to protect himself at this moment.

He has already figured out how to use the white rice in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed a small handful of white rice and sprinkled it at the ghosts that appeared.

This kind of action is not unreasonable, but comes from some methods of exorcising evil in folk customs. In some places, rice is used to expel evil spirits.

He thinks that this method is likely to be useful.

After throwing out the unfamiliar white rice, it fell on the ghost.

The ghost did not stop, but was still approaching.

No, it's attacking the eagle already.

The ghost shadow that Yang Jian shrouded the eagle was immediately affected by some kind of spiritual power, and it was distorted and torn, and began to appear a number of openings, and there was no way to continue to cover the eagle.

The ghost retreated, and the eagle's body immediately became abnormal.

His body gradually turned into a shadow, and at the same time cracks appeared on his body, his eyes were bleeding, his stomach was nauseous, and he wanted to vomit...

Spiritual power is invading his body.

"He failed, this method is wrong." Zhou Deng said with eyes wide open.

"Yang Jian, let him come back." Liu Qingqing hurriedly said.

The eagle waved his hand and said, "No, it's too late. I have a ghost on me, don't come near me."

He knelt down on the ground with a thud. Behind him, he didn't know when the half-mutilated corpse was lying on his back, his head stuck to the back of his head, and he was vomiting again. What was thrown out was not food, but A dead gray arm stretched out from his mouth.

The body was sinking gradually, and he was going to disappear.

The vague and terrifying ghost figure on the wall was walking, approaching the eagle.

The music box in my mind is faintly reverberating, but it can't stop all of this.

After only appearing for less than ten seconds, the eagle was attacked by several different ghosts, and his body was directly invaded by ghosts. At this time, it would be useless to pull him into the ghost domain, because the ghost was already in his body. , And he became one.

The eagle's body was cracking, and there was a weird body wriggling under the skin, gradually bulging, as if to tear his whole person apart.

"Give me a gamble and leave if you lose." The eagle was bleeding all over, and he almost wailed in pain, but he was still alive.

The curse of the music box gave him the ability to survive beyond the physiological limits of ordinary people.

Even if his heart is broken and his internal organs disappear, the eagle can still live and maintain a sober consciousness.

But at this dangerous moment, the eagle threw the dice.

The game of ghost dice begins.

As soon as he threw it out, the other dice turned frantically, and a ghost immediately participated in the activity.

The eagle started the game smoothly.

The dead gray arm that protruded from his mouth gradually retracted, and the bulging body began to calm down, and the half of the corpse behind it gradually became blurred and hidden...The spiritual attack was forcibly interrupted.

"The eagle is completely hopeless."

Li Yang was silent for a moment, and said: "Once he quits the game, the attack by the ghost will continue. He will be instantly broken into pieces. It is horrible. If it is only the music box curse, there is still a little chance of survival. After all, the captain. You also solved the curse."

"It's your turn, Zhou Deng, while the eagle is still alive, dragging down a few ghosts during this period of time."

Yang Jian said, his ghost retreated, and finally took away the bowl of white rice in front of Zhou Deng, and then handed it to Liu Qingqing.

"I know, do you think I'm afraid? Team Yang, you too underestimate someone from Zhou," Zhou Deng said.

The other person's skin mask never took off.

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At this moment, he is a ghost and a living person.

But even if it is a Li ghost, as long as it conforms to the law of killing, you will still be targeted. It can only be said that with the identity of a Li ghost, you can interfere with Li Gui's perception to some extent, and it is not so easy to be targeted.

"Be careful not to die." Yang Jian looked at him and said.

Although the troubles went to troubles before this week, the cooperation in the old house was fairly smooth.

"Try my best. If I die, remember to report to the headquarters and say that I died in dealing with a supernatural incident, so I can get a lot of compensation." Zhou Deng said, holding a bowl of white rice and motioning.

Yang Jian did not speak and let him out.

Although he can pull Zhou Deng back at any time, the situation of the eagle is in front of him. At some point, you can't pull it back if you want.

Zhou Deng appeared.

really.

There are a lot of ghosts who are staring at him. He is now a ghost, not a living person. This alone can avoid a lot of killing laws.

But there is no absolute thing.

The ghosts pouring into the lobby were still wandering, and among them there were a few weird figures that suddenly changed their directions midway and slowly walked towards Zhou Deng.

"It doesn't work to sprinkle the white rice directly, then try to put it on the ground?" Zhou Deng thought for a moment.

This is not to have such an idea for no reason.

Because before the tomb, the white rice was placed in front of the tombstone, and then the old tomb was stable and free, there was no abnormality.

So he sat down and put the white rice in front of him.

Zhou Deng didn't move. He didn't use any means or supernatural powers. He just relied on the protection of a human skin mask, and now he also knew that this human skin mask could no longer protect himself completely.

A ghost is here.

It is a dark road, endless.

In the forefront of the darkness, a black armchair was slowly pushed forward, and came to Zhou Deng's front.

It's that ghost...

Yang Jian's face moved slightly, and he recognized the ghost.

Yesterday, he personally cut off the five fingers of this Li Gui and let him put one hand off the chair.

This great teacher's chair seems to be a tool to restrain this ghost.

It seemed that there was no way to push it easily with a hand resting on the black armchair. This caused Li Gui's actions to be slow, and even the course of his advancement was twisted and deviated. If it weren't for the place to be too small, Zhou Deng sat again. If he stays still, this ghost can't even find Zhou Deng's position accurately.

It seems to be very close, but in fact the ghost's route is winding and winding.

If you leave it outside at this little time, even an ordinary person can run away.

It is obviously not efficient to want to kill.

In this way, the level of terror has fallen.

Pushed by the black Grand Master's chair, moving forward, it knocked over the bowl of white rice that Zhou Deng had placed in front of him.

"..." Zhou Deng stared at the black armchair for a moment.

Obviously.

This method of use is wrong.

If it works, the ghost should stop acting.

The white rice fell on the ground and disappeared quickly, as if it had been eaten by a ghost out of thin air.

But the ghost did not leave.

"Damn it." Zhou Deng hurriedly picked up the half bowl of white rice left on the ground, and then wanted to leave as if to escape.

He moved.

A weird hand with black nails was already resting on his shoulder.

There was tremendous power, and he felt that the human skin mask on his face was about to fall off.

This is supernatural suppression.

Zhou Deng was almost out of breath under the pressure of a black palm~www.mtlnovel.com~ He was about to suffocate, his body was leaning, and he was about to die...

"return."

At this moment, Yang Jian started.

The hatchet in his hand rose and fell. Without hesitation, he cut off the terrifying Li Gui's palm. This time, instead of cutting off the five fingers of the ghost, it was a whole palm.

The ghost domain was covered, and Zhou Deng directly returned to the ghost domain.

"call!"

At this moment, Zhou Deng seemed to have recovered his heartbeat, his face was ashen, especially ugly, and he was gasping for breath.

This ghost has only one hand left, and can easily kill a ghost wielder like Zhou Deng.

No wonder Daqiang died in mourning clothes before.

This level of ghost, Daqiang's death is indeed not wronged.

Chapter end