The Mystic Painter of Recovery

Chapter 157

"We will stay here for seven days, as long as you can live until that time, I will take you away."

Zhao Yichen glanced over the group of ghost masters.

"Seven days, this is not an auspicious number." Zhou Deng was surprised.

The number seven is really not very good. It is rumored that people come back to life on the seventh day after death, which is also called the first seven.

In the dark lobby of the ancient house, everyone looked at the old man's body on the chair, with a look of horror on their faces.

One can imagine the consequences of staying in such a ghostly place for seven days.

Legend has it that on the first seven days, the dead will reappear as ghosts and see their relatives and friends for the last time before heading to the underworld with peace of mind.

But in addition to this, there is another saying, if the deceased has resentment in his heart when he dies, then on the first seven days, he will turn into a ghost demanding his life.

"The resurrection of the first seven? It's just an unfounded theory. In my opinion, it is more likely that the ghost will recover."

"Although what is in front of me is just a normal old man's corpse, but this old man can build a haunted house in this terrifying spiritual place, and he is definitely not weak in front of him."

"Once his ghost recovers, it will not be easy for everyone who is afraid to stay here."

An unknown ghost master among the crowd spoke.

"That's right. Although we don't know why there is an old man's body here, it is definitely not a good signal."

"In my opinion, this old man should be a very powerful ghost master, but he just died now, and the ghost hasn't recovered yet."

"But we have to stay here for seven days. The ghost in this old man's body will definitely revive. Then we will be in danger."

Fan Xing said: "I heard that Team Yang has a coffin nail that can restrain even a ghost. How about using a coffin nail to nail this corpse?"

"That can also prevent the corpse here from undergoing any unknown changes, and prevent the old man from reviving."

He said this on purpose to Yang Jian, and he hoped that Yang Jian could use that coffin nail.

Without the coffin nails, even if he and others were targeted by Yang Jian, they would not be completely incapable of fighting back.

But at this moment, Fan Xing seemed to feel something, he suddenly felt a pair of white hands reaching out to him in his consciousness.

Then his eyes suddenly became loose and empty, and his body collapsed to the ground and died.

His consciousness had dissipated, and he was killed without any ability to resist.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene, thinking that some accident had happened, and even thinking that speaking would trigger a certain ghost's killing pattern.

Everyone became silent and vigilant, and the field suddenly became deserted.

"As I said, no one is allowed to think about this old man's corpse."

At this moment, Zhao Yichen's voice sounded, his tone was indifferent, and he scanned everyone with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Next, if anyone still has the idea of ​​moving this old man's body, you can try it and see if you can escape my grasp."

As he spoke, Zhao Yichen reached out and grabbed Fan Xing's corpse, and the moment the corpse touched his hand, it turned into a picture scroll.

Zhao Yichen picked up the scroll and didn't rush into the world in the painting.

The reason why he didn't directly put Fan Xing's body into the ghost blood pool was mainly because he wanted to frighten the group of ghost masters.

Let them not make any fools out of themselves.

Sure enough, after Zhao Yichen killed Fan Xing swiftly, the madness in the eyes of the group of ghost masters subsided somewhat.

"If anyone thinks that I don't need to pay attention to what I said, you can try it directly. Of course, you can also try to play together to see if you can't knock me down."

"If you can kill me, then naturally you don't need to pay attention to what I say, after all, that means nothing more than that."

"You don't need to be vigilant about the things I am vigilant about."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the others indifferently, and a terrifying aura appeared, bringing horror to the faces of the people he saw.

At this time, Yang Jian also raised the cracked spear in his hand, and swept it towards everyone, his eyes were equally indifferent, and he didn't want anyone to break the balance in the old house.

"Zhao team, Yang team, don't worry, we will definitely not cause any trouble, after all, we still expect to leave with you."

"And carrying it here, we also feel very dangerous. How could we go so desperately to break the balance in the ancient house?"

Someone showed a smile on his face, and quickly expressed his meaning, saying that he would not mess around.

Seeing this, Zhao Yichen turned his head to look at the room in the corridor, to see if there was any hidden danger here.

After leaving the lobby, he came to the corridor next to the patio before, and he walked to the corridor on the right.

The floor of the corridor is that kind of stone brick floor. Although the old man seems to have just died, it seems that no one has left here for a long time. There is a thick layer of dust on the floor, which is not very clean.

The wooden windows in the room look very retro, and you can see the general situation inside by standing at the door.

The room was very empty, only an old round table, a cabinet, and a wooden canopy bed. There were bedding and other things on the bed, but they were all covered with a layer of dust, and no one had been there for a long time. Moved.

'This is a normal room, there is no danger in it. He reached out and touched it and felt that there was no supernatural power, he came to such a conclusion.

Going forward, he saw the door of the second room.

There is a brass lock on the wooden door, which locks the room and cannot be opened. This room has no windows, and the walls are complete. It seems that windows were deliberately designed for this room when the house was built.

Zhao Yichen stretched out his hand to test it out, then his expression changed, and he withdrew his hand abruptly.

This door is very strange, it isolates the spiritual power, with a certain kind of oppressive force, the moment he touches this room, it seems that even the ghost painter and ghost heart in his body have been silenced.

There might be something terrible inside, most likely a scary ghost.

'Perhaps the room associated with the mummy bride's ghost closet. '

He had doubts on his face, but this room had the power to isolate the supernatural, and there was a lock that couldn't be opened, so he didn't continue to explore.

This lock may be a supernatural item, which can forcibly block supernatural power.

"Good thing, this is a good thing. It's such a waste that such a good lock is placed here."

However, Zhou Deng leaned over at this moment, he suddenly grabbed the lock on the door and tugged.

But there was no way to take it off. Seeing this, Zhou Deng took out his gun without any hesitation, and was ready to hit it, intending to use the gun to destroy the door bolt.

"What are you doing? Can't you find death?" Seeing this, Zhao Yichen's face turned cold, and he grabbed the other party's neck directly.

"I want to take it down for research, Team Zhao is sorry." Zhou Deng seemed to have remembered what Zhao Yichen said before, and realized something.

"Nian you are good, let me let you go this time, and next time I will kill you directly."

Zhou Deng nodded when he heard the words, and immediately put down the lock, and then turned away from the room after Zhao Yichen put him down.

His speed was very fast, and he disappeared in an instant, and he didn't know where he went.

Zhao Yichen looked at the direction he was leaving, and frowned. Zhou Deng's sense of the other party was not bad, so he was willing to give the other party a chance.

After taking a few glances at the wooden door, he was sure that there would be no accidents, so he continued to walk forward.

The third room was also a very normal room, as were the rooms behind it.

It's just that this corridor is very weird. It gets darker as you go forward, and it seems to be an endless corridor.

Roughly the same rooms kept appearing in front of his eyes one after another, which seemed extremely strange.

He didn't choose to go any further. This dark corridor might be holding some horrible ghosts that Zhang Dong had encountered before.

But at this moment, he found a chair, a black grand master's chair, in the middle of the aisle in front of him.

The chair was not placed facing this side, but turned its back to this side, as if the person above was preventing him from moving forward.

Zhao Yichen remembered that the chair in the old house could be transferred to other chairs, and it also had the effect of blocking ghosts, so he didn't move it either.

Turning around and returning to the previous position, I heard Yang Jian say.

"Just rest in this room and stay away from other people. They are all ghost masters, and all of them are ghost masters who are on the verge of revival of ghosts for some reason."

"It should be the reason for the recovery of the ghosts. They boarded the supernatural bus under unavoidable circumstances. Their obsession with survival is unimaginable, and they can do anything."

"Are you sure you want to stay in this room? The room outside should be better, right? At least when we encounter danger, we can retreat in a timely manner." Yang Xiaohua suggested.

"It's not a good thing to be too close to the lobby. Once something happens, you will be the first to be found." Zhou Tianyi's eyes moved slightly.

"But it's not a good thing to be too far away. The second room doesn't seem normal. I suggest the room in the corridor on the left."

After speaking, he looked across.

The door of the opposite room has been opened by the group of ghost masters who followed.

I looked at the time, starting from Dachang City at 45:[-], passed through three platforms, and finally turned off the engine here, and it is now [-]:[-].

After twelve o'clock today, the task of staying in the ancient house for seven days has begun.

"This room is not safe at all. If there are ghosts, the ghosts outside can see everything inside." Eagle looked at the hollowed-out window and complained slightly.

"Hmph, no place in this old house is safe. The lobby outside is even more eerie, and the old forest doesn't look right."

"There are still corpses in the lobby, which is the place where accidents are most likely to happen. It's better to stay here, at least not very conspicuous."

Daqiang snorted coldly at the eagle.

"Don't quarrel, have a good rest. On the first night, Yang Jian and I took turns to keep watch." Zhao Yichen glanced at Yang Jian and said.

This mission of delivering the letter could not be completed by one person, but after Zhang Dong recovered, all the ghosts around him would be suppressed. At that time, he was not sure that he could use the ghost painter's ability.

So he had to make sure that at least one of the three messengers present would survive, which required them to maintain their energy.

"In this situation, we are the only ones who can deal with emergencies, so it is most suitable for us to come on the first night." Yang Jian nodded,

Zhou Tianyi and Li Yang would not refute their words. The other messengers wished that they had time to rest. Now that Zhao Yichen and Yang Jian stepped forward, they would not say anything, just quietly waiting for the passage of time.

Twelve o'clock has come unknowingly.

Everything is normal, no accident happened, but the old house is getting quieter and quieter. It seems that today's deterrence has played a certain role, and the group of ghost masters have also become vigilant, and they did not jump around foolishly.

But at this time, the two red lanterns at the gate of the old house began to fade rapidly after twelve o'clock, rendering them white.

Soon, the two red lanterns turned into two white lanterns.

A strange and cold wind blew in the old forest, causing the white lantern to rotate slightly.

On the other side of the lantern, a black character "Dian" turned around at some point.

"The first day of Zhang Dong's first seven days should be encoffining. Now it's twelve o'clock, and it's time to transfer Zhang Dong's body into the coffin. '

Seeing the commotion outside, Zhao Yichen couldn't help opening the door a little.

The violent wind howled outside, and the sound of "huhuhu" sounded.

And there was some kind of weird cry mixed in with the sound of howling wind.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." It sounded like countless ghosts crying and howling, weird and penetrating.

At the same time, at the gate, there was the sound of the door being slapped from time to time. It seemed that someone was knocking on the door, attracting the attention of the people inside the ancient house.

'The supernatural phenomenon has already begun, ready to go. '

Zhao Yichen turned to look at Yang Jian, "Yang Jian come out with me, I need your help with some things."

Yang Jian was a little puzzled when he heard the words: "What is it?"

"You should have noticed the crying outside, right? This old man is probably in the past seven days, and today is the first day."

"If the cries outside represent mourning, then what we need to do is encoffin." Zhao Yichen explained.

Yang Jian said: "How did you determine that this old man is in the past seven?"

Zhao Yichen said: "People in the period of the Republic of China were superstitious. Even ghost masters like to bury themselves in traditional ways after death, don't they?"

Hearing this, Yang Jian took a deep look at Zhao Yichen and didn't say anything else.

When the two came to the lobby, Zhang Dong's body was transferred from the chair he was working on to the other chair on the right for some unknown reason.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian looked at the corpse with a gloomy expression.

Zhao Yichen did not pay attention to the changes in the corpse, but looked in the direction of the gate.

The knock on the door just now came from the gate of the old house.

The sound of slaps slapping the door sounded quickly. It seemed that someone outside was in urgent danger and wanted to come in. He wanted the people inside to open the door quickly.

But at this time, the outer door was blocked by the wall and could not be seen at all.

Yang Jian noticed Zhao Yichen's abnormality, and followed his gaze, his face darkened all of a sudden.

At this time, the group of ghost masters from another room also came out, and they seemed to have noticed the movements of Zhao Yichen and the two of them.

"You guys, did anyone move this corpse?" Just as he walked to the lobby, Zhou Deng noticed the abnormality here and asked.

"There was no one in the lobby just now. I kept an eye on the situation outside in the first room. I called you to come out together when I heard Team Zhao's movement."

"And who would be so bored to play such a prank and move the dead body of this old man who is suspected to be a ghost." A ghost master said with a sullen face.

At this time, outside the gate of the ancient house, the rapid and continuous knocking on the door became louder and louder.

There was a chill in everyone's heart.

"The door is not closed, go and close the door first and then discuss other matters." Zhao Yichen interrupted their thoughts and said directly.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present, including Yang Jian, couldn't help but change.

Be it Zhou Deng, Yang Jian, or even others, they all started to recall.

It is not clear who was the last person to come in, but everyone present knew that the door of the ancient house was deliberately not closed after entering here.

Because everyone acquiesced to the reality of not closing the door, which is the habit of ghost masters.

After all, this ghostly place is too weird. What if the door is closed and some danger arises in the end, what if the door cannot be opened and you are trapped to death?
"So, something was knocking on the door outside, but it didn't come into this ancient house?"

Yang Jian's eyes were fixed: "This is very unreasonable. If there is a ghost outside, then it will definitely wander in while the gate of the ancient house is open."

"No matter how you say it, let's close the door first, and then talk about other things." Zhao Yichen's face didn't change much, and he walked directly to the door outside.

The others peeked at each other and looked at each other, and then followed Zhao Yichen's footsteps. With him taking the lead, the others naturally had the idea of ​​following him to show their role, after all, they needed to make a real move.

It's just that they have just arrived at the front yard, they haven't walked around the screen wall in front of them, they just saw a corner of the gate, at this moment, the hasty knock on the door stopped abruptly.

There was a series of footsteps outside the door, and it seemed that they ran away immediately after hearing the movement in the room.

This doesn't mean a ghost at all, but looks like a frightened person.

"Just suspected that Zhang Dong walked out of the old house, and these ghosts ran away immediately"

Hearing this series of movements, Zhao Yichen had no choice but to think.

"Are you late? No, I left after hearing the sound." Yang Jian was standing beside Zhao Yichen at the moment, and he stared at the direction where the voice was going away.

Walking to the gate, there is nothing here.

Looking at the gate, dirty palm prints were left on it, densely packed, covering the entire gate.

Moreover, the size and shape of the dirty handprints are different, there are adults' and children's.

"Did they run away?"

Zhou Deng also came over, he looked at everything in front of him strangely,
"We came a step late. The thing that knocked on the door before has already left. This is very strange. I don't know what it was that knocked on the door before." Yang Jian said.

"That's true. Ghosts can't escape, so maybe the thing knocking on the door isn't a ghost? But the door is already like this, so it can't be a person."

Zhao Yichen said: "No, besides normal ghosts, there is another kind. Ghosts have the memories of living people, then they will have thinking similar to living people."

"Yang Jian, you should still remember, Gui Yingtou, and the Caesar Hotel incident, right? And the starving ghost incident raised by Zhao Kaiming."

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