The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 336 Surrounded by ghosts
"how can that be?"

Liu San, who was right next to Li Leping, stopped immediately, his pupils narrowed, and he looked at the figure blocking the crowd with horror.

The old man stood in front of them, and the five of them stood behind the old man, as if they had become the background board.

This is exactly the same as the situation on the portrait.

"Oops."

Li Leping's expression was also not very good-looking.

Because there was only a piece of ghost candle left in his hand, suddenly the flames flickered, and the flames swelled again and again, as if stimulating their own energy, burning violently, and the speed of consumption began to increase sharply.

There are ghosts around.

"Not good..."

Su Fan's face was ugly, and he pinched his phone tightly.

He now understands why the main character in the game died.

I thought I could escape, but in the end, a ghost blocked the door.

And, what scares everyone the most is that misfortunes never come singly.

Just now they have been fighting wits and courage against the air in the room, and they have no chance to see the outside world.

But now, after they withdrew from the houses, they were surprised to find that portraits had been hung on the walls and roofs of the houses around them at some point.

Under the erosion of ghost paintings, the private houses turned gray and white, as if the whole world lost its original color at this moment, leaving only this monotonous gray and white.

There are even some portraits scattered on the ground, and some picture frames look incomplete, and there is nothing inside the picture frames.

But this does not mean that these picture frames are decorations, because there seems to be some kind of power that is perfecting these incomplete picture frames, oil paintings are looming in the picture frames, and they may turn into real objects at any time.

At this moment, in Huanggang Village, which should belong to the ghost messenger, there are traces of being invaded by ghost paintings everywhere.

These portraits and portraits are the best proof.

"Clap!"

"Clap!"

at this time.

Among the densely packed portraits hanging on the walls and on the roof, some fell to the ground.

A horrible scene happened.

Surrounding the fallen portrait, strange figures began to appear one by one.

Those figures were distorted like false hallucinations, but they actually existed. The figures began to solidify gradually, as if they were about to completely become a part of reality.

The ghost in the portrait is about to come out.

"Clap!"

"Clap!"

A few more portraits fell down.

As the portrait fell, icy limbs began to protrude from the oil painting.

Some of the outstretched hands and feet seemed to be swollen and white with blisters, some seemed to be scorched and blackened by fire, and some were as pale as dead corpses.

And these protruding limbs began to twitch continuously at this moment, as if it represented that the ghost in the portrait was about to recover, and was trying to get out of the oil painting, walk out of the painting, and invade Huanggang Village.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help trembling.

Although I have experienced many supernatural events, seeing these densely packed portraits constantly falling in front of me, and the strangeness in each oil painting, everyone feels a little guilty in their hearts.

Ghost paintings have even invaded the houses in Huanggang Village.

After the ghost messengers were suppressed, the five people wandering in Huanggang Village seemed to be the targets of ghost paintings.

"It's over."

Ah Hong's trembling voice revealed a trace of despair.

The portraits kept falling, and more and more figures began to emerge in the dimness.

Not just the weird old man in front of them, besides that, they were also surrounded by more ghosts, in the ghost painting, surrounded by countless ghosts sealed in the portrait.

Wang Xiaoming's plan succeeded, and Guicha was suppressed by Guihua.

But bigger problems have come to light.

That is, once the ghost painting wins the confrontation, how should Li Leping and others in the ghost domain face the next ghost painting attack?

Now, due to the victory of ghost paintings, there are traces left by ghost paintings everywhere in Huanggang Village.

The world has become gray and white, and countless oil paintings with all kinds of weird characters are hung on the walls of the farmhouses. It's just that the ghost paintings seem to be not very smooth in the process of suppressing the ghosts. At the first time, it launched an attack on the only five living people left in Huanggang Village.

But the ghost's recovery speed is amazing.

Ghosts can't be killed. Once Guihua wins from the confrontation with Guicha, it won't take too long for Guihua to recover soon.

Once the ghost painting is completely recovered, it will be fatal to the five of Li Leping. Even if everyone in their five-member team is a ghost master carefully selected by the headquarters, it is impossible. Fight against such a powerful ghost painting ghost domain.

"Damn it, the ghost painting has completely invaded the ghost messenger, Li Leping, what should I do?"

Liu San couldn't help being anxious at this time. Although he controlled the ghost of the paper figurine and had a longer life than ordinary ghost masters, when he looked around, the portraits and portraits scattered on the ground, or hanging on the farmhouse, At least there must be dozens of pictures.

Dozens of oil paintings, dozens of strange figures about to come out of the oil paintings.

Even if they were tens of meters apart, Liu San could clearly sense the cold aura emanating from these strange figures.

The weird instinct that ghosts sense each other reminds everyone all the time that they are being targeted by ghosts.

Maybe they weren't being targeted by all the ghosts, because their every move was careful not to trigger the killing pattern of every ghost.

But now, being watched by a few ghosts is no longer important.

Quantitative change will lead to a terrible qualitative change.

To be stared at by ten ghosts is death, and to be stared at by twenty ghosts is also death. There is no difference in the ending, only the difference in the process of death.

Not to mention, there is an old man not far away blocking their way.

The number of ghosts here is astonishing, and Liu San and the others have no information about these ghosts at all. Facing such a group of terrifying ghosts, once they attack in groups, no matter how powerful the ghost master is, he will die here .

Now a way must be found to deal with this situation.

In this case, Liu San couldn't think of any solution, so he could only pin his hopes on Li Leping.

Not only Liu San, but at this moment, Gu Li, Su Fan, and Ah Hong all looked at Li Leping.

It seemed that only he could handle this kind of situation.

After all, Li Leping is a fierce man who can solve an S-level supernatural incident by himself. If we want to fight against the current desperate situation, we can only rely on him.

Only he has the ability to escape from these ghosts.

"Che, you think highly of me."

Li Leping's complexion was not very good either, he looked down at the burning level of the ghost candle in his hand.

The green flame flickered on the ghost candle. The flame expanded and contracted again and again, bursting out the last remaining energy, as if it was going to be extinguished at any time, and the range that could be illuminated was also shrinking.

There are not many ghost candles left at all, and they won't burn for long. If they persist for ten seconds at most, they will be completely extinguished.

If the ghosts hovering around attacked them at this time, the ghost candle in their hands might not be able to hold on for even a second.

"The ghost candle is about to go out, we must find a way out, otherwise we will all die here."

The panic in Su Fan's eyes could no longer be suppressed, his voice trembled a little, and his clothes were drenched in cold sweat.

"How about we retreat to this old house? There are still a few doors in this house. Once the agreed time comes, we can make do with it and we should be able to escape." Gu Li tightened his grip on the doorknob, suggested.

"What about Wei Jing?" Ah Hong asked.

"Damn, it's hard to protect yourself at this time. Who has time to care about Wei Jing who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive? What if he is let down from the rope, he doesn't recover as Wang Xiaoming expected, but If it’s still a ghost, wouldn’t we be wrapped up in big dumplings?”

In desperation, Gu Li stopped being polite when he spoke.

The reason why he came here was to prevent Wei Jing from getting out of control and dismembering him at a critical moment.

Therefore, he does not need to be responsible for Wei Jing, he only needs to be responsible for Wei Jing who is out of control.

Li Leping's eyes moved slightly, and he did not intervene in the dispute.

He is thinking.

They only have this one chance, one chance to take Wei Jing away, one chance to escape.

"I can only fight."

Thinking of this, Li Leping also gritted his teeth, and then took out another ghost candle from his bosom.

"Fuck? Do you still have stock?"

Seeing that Li Leping took out another ghost candle, Gu Li immediately looked happy.

But this joy did not last for a few seconds, and was quickly replaced by fear.

Because the current situation cannot be changed by one or two ghost candles.

There are too many ghosts appearing nearby. Although they haven't completely come out of the oil painting yet, there are still 10 minutes before the time they agreed with Wang Xiaoming.

And these 10 minutes are more than enough for these ghosts who are about to come out of the oil painting.

More and more ghosts began to emerge from the oil paintings, and the illusory figures that were as unreal as images gradually transformed into a kind of entity, and those ghosts that stretched out their hands and feet from the oil paintings, or simply poked out a dead ghost Will recover soon.

A ghost candle may be able to temporarily resist a few ghosts that are not very scary.

However, trying to hold on for 10 minutes from the hands of this astonishing number of ghosts is undoubtedly a dream.

Unless Li Leping emptied all the ghost candles in the headquarters, he might have a chance to spend them here.

"Gu Li, take this ghost candle."

As he said that, Li Leping seemed to have made up his mind, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, then lit the ghost candle in his hand, and handed it to Gu Li.

The ghost candle that was about to go out was blown out directly.

Once again, the gloomy candlelight dispelled the surrounding darkness, illuminating the three-meter range around everyone.

Looking out with the faint light, the amount of paper ash floating in the sky has decreased visibly with the naked eye.

This is not because Ghost Painting has fallen into a disadvantage, but because it has completely gained the upper hand. The off-white paper ash has completely flooded the area, and now Huanggang Village is about to be completely suppressed by Ghost Painting.

Perhaps, when the ghosts in those oil paintings come out, this area will truly become a part of the ghost painting ghost domain.

(End of this chapter)