Mysterious recovery: starting from the strange lake

Chapter 28 The Coming Painting
In the dim world, weird scarecrows approached from all around, and the gloomy black water continuously swallowed these scarecrows.

Yu Qian's face was a little pale, and the red straw under the skin was flowing rapidly.

Terrible ghosts surround it.

Looking at the scarecrows around and the motionless source ghost, Yu Qian had some small thoughts in his mind.

The upper limit of my ghost slaves is approaching, and I can pull in at most [-] scarecrows and it will be fully loaded. At that time, I will no longer be able to pull those scarecrows into the water.

If you continue to pull the scarecrow into the water, Yu Qian can't bear the bad consequences.

So, get things done quickly.

I don't know who is behind this incident, but it's nothing. If a wave of incidents comes out, everyone who should jump out will jump out.

Thinking of this, Yu Qian took out his mobile phone and checked the time, but it was just this one glance, Yu Qian's face changed slightly, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The next moment, Yu Qian suddenly raised his head to look at the scarecrow, and it stabbed... The screen of the phone went black suddenly, and a ghost quietly appeared on Yu Qian.

呲味~
Cracks began to appear on Yu Qian's skin, and the red straws floating under the skin suddenly began to rush towards those cracks, as if they were going to drill out of the skin directly.

This strange change came so quickly that Yu Qian didn't even have a chance to react, relying on his ghostly instinct to fight against this supernatural phenomenon.

But Yu Qian didn't pay attention to these, he stared at the motionless scarecrow with an incomparably dignified expression.

This ghost still has the ability to use it.

Throwing the phone into the water casually, recalling the time he saw just now, Yu Qian took a deep breath, he knew that there was something wrong with his calculation.

But it's a good thing, at least for him.

It was about ten o'clock in the evening when I came in, but just now I looked at the time and it looked like seven o'clock in the morning, Yu Qian knew exactly what it meant.

Of course, just looking at the phone is not enough to prove anything, so Yu Qian specially used his ghost slave to look at the sky outside, and the result was the same.

It was already dawn, but he had only come in for a few minutes.

Through this phenomenon, Yu Qian deeply realized that the ghost creature of this ghost is not the ghost creature of ordinary ghosts.

If you can't delay, you will have to make a mistake if you delay yourself any longer. The bus will not stop and wait for him.

I originally thought that I needed to find a way to spend more than ten hours, but I didn't expect that I didn't need it. This was a surprise.

"It's not important to do things directly, although I don't know the rules here."

Yu Qian began to recycle the lake water, the upper limit of ghost slaves had already been reached, and the layout of the venue was no longer necessary.

The coldness began to intensify, and soon the lake water covering dozens of meters shrank back to a distance of three meters around Yu Qian.

Ignoring the increasing number of scarecrows approaching, Yu Qian looked around, narrowed his eyes slightly, and without much hesitation, he ran straight towards the source ghost.

And at the moment when Yu Qian was running, a terrifying spirit descended on him in an instant.

At this moment, his skin began to melt visibly with the naked eye, and scarlet straws sprouted from the skin like granulation.

dong dong dong~
There was a dull beating sound of the heart, and the heart that could be grafted by Yu Qian began to beat crazily, and a more gloomy black water oozed out of the heart in the blink of an eye.

The coldness became more intense, and even the surrounding dim yellow environment became a bit darker.

Spirit began to fight.

Yu Qian didn't say a word, his expression was extremely numb, as if he couldn't see or feel the changes in himself, he still rushed towards the source ghost on his own.

Because of Yu Qian's running, the scarecrow with the hat also started to walk towards Yu Qian.

The two existences rush towards each other, like love.

There was a supernatural interaction, and the black lake followed Yu Qian's feet like a group of bandits, and all the scarecrows along the way were rolled to the ground.

Horror spread around, Yu Qian's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and his own condition was getting worse and worse. Judging by his current appearance, it seemed that the ghost would wake up and die here at any time.

At this moment, the rice fields are far away.

"It's now!"

The one-eyed old man fixed his eyes on Yu Qian who was far away. Yu Qian was in the worst state at the moment, although the terror was also the most terrifying.

But if it is stabbed in the back, it will not trigger any adverse reactions.

Hearing this, the old man with a shovel slapped the surrounding scarecrows away with a shovel, and the next moment, a piercing chill emanated from his body.

But in the next moment, a gloom enveloped everyone, and immediately, except for him, the rest of the people disappeared in place.

The old man looked at the old friend who had disappeared, and then at Yu Qian who was about to approach the scarecrow, shook his head without saying anything, turned around and walked silently towards the border of the rice field.

at the same time.

The moment Yu Qian was about to get close to the scarecrow, a ghost suddenly appeared, and the next second after the ghost appeared, Yu Qian paused in place in an instant.

An unknown came from behind.

"I knew it……"

Yu Qian's eyes became extremely cold, and the spirit on his body suddenly began to grow, but at this moment, a black dress suddenly put on him.

The spirit was directly suppressed, and the skin all over the body felt a tingling pain.

The cold seeped into his skin, which gave him a feeling that the black water in his body was about to freeze.

Yu Qian's face changed slightly, but it's not over yet.

In the next second, the sky and the earth started to spin, and Yu Qian felt that his body became light and light, and even seeing the world became illusory and light.

This feeling was as if his soul had gone out of his body, and everything became vain, as if he was in a bizarre dream.

And that's exactly what happened.

I saw Yu Qian who was constantly tightened by a black dress, and a transparent figure was floating out of his body quickly, and looking at the appearance of this figure, one could be surprised to find that it was Yu Qian.

But this was not over yet, the moment the transparent figure that was exactly the same as Yu Qian appeared, his face suddenly fell off, and then quickly fell towards the bottom.

The perspective is falling, but the body is indeed rising, which feels strange.

The perspective was reversed, and the face was spinning in the air like a piece of light paper. It was also at this moment that Yu Qian saw the scene behind him.

There were three people, a faceless man, an old woman in a shroud, and an old man with one normal eye and a black light emitting from the other.

There are more than a thousand images of these three people, and they all know who they are.

"I still have to do something... Then let's leave it for three days, anyway."

This idea appeared in Yu Qian's mind, so at the next moment, a strange black light appeared, and Yu Qian, who was standing still, suddenly took a step forward, and a terrifying spirit emerged.

Yu Qian's hands directly grabbed the arm of the scarecrow in front of him, and the next moment, something happened that made the three behind Yu Qian unbelievable.

stab~
The moment Yu Qian grabbed the scarecrow's arm, the scarecrow's arm snapped off.

At the same time, the falling transparent human face and the rapidly rising transparent figure were directly submerged by a sudden black water.

The ghosts are scattered around, and weird things happen one after another.

Under the unbelievable eyes of the three one-eyed old men, the sky suddenly turned gray, and pieces of paper dust began to fall.

The dim world is replaced in just an instant.

"Ghost painting! How is this possible!"

The one-eyed old man suddenly pulled the two old friends back to a very far place.

The surrounding rice fields began to change, and small European-style western-style buildings appeared in the rice fields. The rice in the rice fields began to wither, and the surroundings changed in just the blink of an eye.

Everything in front of me seems to have turned into an oil painting at this moment, but this oil painting does not have so many poetic and picturesque flavors, and some are only thrilling and terrifying.

"Boy! What did you do!"

The old woman in the shroud looked at Yu Qian with a gloomy face. At this moment, Yu Qian's whole body is transparent, only a little bit of facial features can be vaguely seen on his face.

Large streams of black water flowed out of him continuously, and at this moment, he was about to revive the ghost. (Refer to the ordinary person who turned into water in the mutant)

"what did I do?"

Yu Qian looked at his hand, which was almost made of water, the straw inside was twisting, and had begun to flow on the surface of his skin.

Both ghosts are about to recover.

For three days, Yu Qian only gave himself three days, if he did not arrive at the mass grave and find a suitable grave, he would die.

The dead place will form a second ghost lake, and this ghost lake is connected to the real ghost lake.

Yu Qian glanced at the surrounding environment, the endless gray sky was covered with paper ashes, surrounded by rice fields, scarecrows and small western-style buildings.

The ghost painting arrived much earlier than expected, but it was just right.

If it was a minute later, then Yu Qian would have to show his cards.

"Ghost painting is free to play. You don't need to thank me. This is a little bit of respect from the juniors to respect the seniors. I hope you have a good time."

Ignoring the black water gushing from his ears, nose and mouth, Yu Qian forced a smile and said.

Looking at the ugly expressions of the one-eyed old man and the old woman far away, Yu Qian smiled contentedly.

Then at the next moment, a burst of spirituality burst out, and Yu Qian's whole body exploded into a ball of black water, and then the spirituality belonging to Yu Qian disappeared quickly.

The black water on the ground quickly disappeared on the ground, and it was over in less than a second.

"Boy looking for death!"

The old man in the shroud was furious, and the boy took her clothes away, a dress sewn by ghosts.

Looking at Yu Qian who didn't know whether he left or died, the one-eyed old man took a deep breath. He looked at the surrounding environment, and there was no doubt that they were already in the ghost painting.

"Why did the ghost painting appear here? Why was your evocation canceled? And even my ghost was canceled, and at that moment, I clearly felt that something was pulling my memory, and the ghost clothes Why didn't it work for him?"

A large paragraph of text suddenly appeared in the air, and the faceless man stared at the one-eyed old man, waiting for his reply.

Looking at the old friend's question, the one-eyed old man was silent for a while and said:
"Ghost painting should be passing by, but why did that kid know that ghost painting would pass by here? I don't know why my evocation of spirits was canceled out, and it was canceled together with your ghost. This is because Ghost Lake has an ability to invade Memory, that's why you feel your memory being pulled, not just you, I also felt this way just now."

"As for why the ghost clothes are ineffective against him, it's very simple. There was a conflict between the ghost clothes and the ghosts on him, but this conflict quickly became a balance."

"The kid is a monster, a real monster."

Hearing the one-eyed old man's explanation, the large characters that emerged began to dissipate, and the old woman in the shroud looked like she had eaten shit.

She didn't expect that her ghost clothes would become the key for that kid to balance the ghost.

"Then is he dead or not?" Suddenly the old woman asked.

"I don't know, but even if he didn't die, it would be soon. The way he left Ghost Painting just now was to go directly to Ghost Lake. Going to Ghost Lake in his current state is looking for death. The source ghost in Ghost Lake will notice him immediately. .”

"This time is so fast that he will be noticed as soon as he appears." The one-eyed old man said.

"If that's the case, then you'd better pray that he is dead, otherwise we will be found sooner or later." The old lady stared at the one-eyed old man firmly and said word by word.

"I will," said the one-eyed old man.

"Stop arguing, now you should tell me how we can leave Ghost Painting."

A text appeared, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Seeing this passage, the one-eyed old man fell silent, and he spoke after a while;
"Look at your luck. There are many paintings in ghost paintings. Some paintings are directly connected with reality, while others are not. Things like picture-in-picture paintings are very common in ghost paintings."

"If we choose the wrong painting, then we are very likely to get lost in the ghost painting, and then sink deeper and deeper."

"But here comes the crux of the problem. There are very few paintings connected to reality, and those paintings must be seen by someone. But if they have seen them, then this person will trigger the killing law of ghost paintings, and he will die. This painting becomes a picture-in-picture again."

"But even if we are lucky enough to find this kind of painting and return to reality, we are equivalent to triggering the killing law of ghost paintings. At most, ghost paintings will appear by our side within one night."

"Now we either gamble on luck, and then bear the consequences of triggering the law of killing, or find the source, that is, the real ghost painting, and go out from there, so that neither the law of killing will be triggered nor get lost in the ghost painting. the situation."

The one-eyed old man said a lot in one breath. Listening to his narration, the old woman and the faceless man fell silent.

Ghost painting, an S-level supernatural event, one of the unexplainable supernatural events in the world.

The horror of ghost paintings is far more terrifying than what I have learned.

Dachang City, Platform No. [-].

(End of this chapter)