The Mystic Painter of Recovery

Chapter 159 The Chaotic Haunted House

However, just as he was about to leave, a light came.

It was a person, a person carrying a lantern, and a stick of incense in his hand.

'who is it?Did that guy Zhou Deng still take things from the haunted house? Zhao Yichen hid in the dark, looked at Zhou Deng, and completely cooled down.

He thought about keeping this guy in order to deal with the power in the haunted house, and also because this guy in the original book had the idea of ​​sacrificing his life for righteousness.

But I didn't expect this guy to have such a short memory.

The scarlet ghost was released, and the bloody mist began to cover the surrounding area. At the same time, there was Zhou Deng walking towards us in the distance.

"What's the situation? Did you meet a certain ghost?" Zhou Deng was stunned suddenly, looking at the scarlet blood mist covering his sight, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"By the way, Zhao Yichen's ghost is also manifested in the form of blood mist. He also walked towards this direction before. Could it be that he encountered some terrible thing ahead and was ready to go all out regardless of the consequences?"

Zhou Deng didn't realize at all that he was being targeted by Zhao Yichen.

After all, he was also the one who nominated the captain of the headquarters. In his imagination, even if Zhao Yichen was better than him, he was not much better, so he would not do anything to him.

That's why he dared to ignore Zhao Yichen's words.

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the ghost in his body was suppressed, unable to use the ability of the ghost.

"It looks like it's dangerous outside, I have to go back quickly." Zhou Deng's expression changed, and he walked towards the haunted house with a white lantern in his hand.

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that a strange scarlet pool of blood appeared under his feet, about to swallow him.

"This is... Zhao Yichen's ghost blood pond. This guy really did something to me!" Zhou Deng's eyes widened sharply, he took out a human skin mask from his body, and quickly put it on his head.

As the human skin mask was put on, a strange aura emanated from him, and at the same time a pitch-black ghost creature appeared from his body, forcibly opened the suppression of the ghost heart, and moved to a position not far from the ghost blood pool.

"Zhao Yichen, you actually attacked me, so don't blame me for fighting back."

With a yell, Zhou Deng took out a handkerchief to cover his hand, pulled it out vigorously, and a picture scroll appeared in his hand.

"Damn it, how could you get this kind of thing." Zhou Deng cursed angrily. He could forcibly steal something from others, but this kind of stealing was random.

If it was seen by him, the success rate of stealing would be greatly increased, but the probability of such stealing would still be reduced due to various spiritual obstacles.

He originally wanted to steal a ghost pen that Zhao Yichen had taken out before, but obviously, the ghost pen was stored in the world in the painting, and there were ghosts and monsters isolated from the world in the painting, so the chances of him being able to get the ghost pen were pitifully low.

Just when he was about to take a look at what was on the scroll, a terrifying ghost hand grabbed at him.

A ghost boy with distorted face and gray skin stepped out of the scroll, dragging him with one hand and pressing him to the ground.

"Damn, ghost painter, you really can't touch any ghosts related to painting in front of him." Zhou Deng cursed secretly, and suddenly slapped himself on the face with his hand.

For some supernatural reason, the hand that the catching ghost boy had originally held him let go of him.

"In that case, then give your life to me." Zhou Deng's face turned pale, and he reached under the handkerchief again.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that there was a person beside him, and a pair of white hands also appeared in his mind.

Fortunately, at this time, because of the human skin mask, his identity has become a ghost, and he will not die directly, although those white hands make his consciousness faintly feel like it is about to dissipate.

But he was still alive after all.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that he was stabbed by something, and before he had time to think about it, the consciousness in his mind dissipated directly.

The strong suppressing power of the ghost pen was formed, and the ghost mask was suppressed. Similarly, the ability to change him back to the identity of a ghost also lost its effect.

With his identity transformed into a human, he couldn't bear the attack from the ghost painting at all, and died directly.

"There are many good things, but it's a pity that the gap is too great." Zhao Yichen looked at Zhou Deng's body lying on the ground, and took off the human leather mask and handkerchief.

Only then did he use the pool of ghost blood to swallow him in.

This human skin mask can be given to Ah Hong to use, and it is a very good ability to cooperate with ghost makeup.

Without a ghost face, Ah Hong cannot use ghost makeup for a long time, but this human skin mask is also a ghost and will not be eroded and rotted by ghost makeup.

Give it to Ah Hong, it can have the same effect as the ghost face, and the ghost makeup can also fight against the human skin mask, protecting her from dying in the hands of the human skin mask.

There is also the ghost on Zhou Deng who can only steal things. It is also a good idea to hand it over to Feng Jie.

The thief does not have a 100% probability of success in stealing things, but with the combination of the lucky ghost and the unlucky ghost, the probability is not 100%, but also 90.00%.

At this time, he looked at the white lantern and ghost incense that had fallen to the ground.

The white lantern seems to have the ability to attract ghosts, similar to the ability of the white ghost candle, but staying in the white lantern will not be attacked by ghosts.

Ghost incense is able to borrow the ability of the seven elders of the Republic of China, and it is suspected that it has a similar effect to the soul caller.

'Is it the incense of the soul? Zhao Yichen shook his head, didn't think too much about it, and walked in the direction of Qilao's cemetery.

He sent the lantern to the world in the painting, picked up the burning ghost incense, and the lit ghost incense seemed to be different from the unlit ghost incense.

He didn't deliberately choose the tomb inserted on Zhang Youhong's body, but chose another tomb.

This is also the tomb of a woman, but the woman in this portrait is not wearing a cheongsam, but a student-like dress.

Of course, it is the student clothing of the Republic of China, not the modern one.

Among the seven elders there are only two women, Zhang Youhong and Meng Xiaodong.

Zhang Youhong's is the previous tomb, so the current tomb is naturally Meng Xiaodong's.

In order to prevent accidents, Zhao Yichen snuffed out the ghost incense in his hand, put it in front of Meng Xiaodong's tomb, and took away the celadon bowl containing ghost rice.

After finishing all this, he headed towards the direction of the ancient house.

Back at the old house, it was only eleven o'clock in the evening, and there was still some time before midnight.

"Did you find anything?" Seeing Zhao Yichen who came back, Yang Jian asked.

"I met Zhou Deng outside, that idiot was hanging out with a white lantern, and I knocked him down."

"However, without this white lantern, I'm afraid the next day will be a bit sad."

Zhao Yichen waved his hand and looked outside the old house.

"What, this guy actually dared to take away the white lantern. It's good to destroy it. But the balance of the ancient house should have been lost?" Yang Jian didn't care when he heard that Zhou Deng was defeated, but just asked about the balance. .

"Maybe, it's not twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. I just hung the white lantern back up, but I don't know if it will work in the future."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yichen looked at the two incense sticks in front of the coffin, and at some point, those two incense sticks were extinguished.

"I hope it's okay, otherwise there will be some trouble tonight." Yang Jian looked indifferent, and went outside to check the situation of the white lantern.

Zhao Yichen also returned to the room.

Everyone followed back to the room, and twelve o'clock arrived.

At this time, there was a rustling electronic sound from the opposite room. It was from an old-fashioned radio, and the radio seemed to be constantly tuning in frequency, trying to restore the signal, but it was very unstable, and occasionally it could make a sound. intermittent.

"What the hell is that again?" Zhao Yichen turned cold and walked out of the room.

Zhao Yichen pushed open the door of the second room in the row opposite.

In the room that was empty yesterday, unexpectedly there was an old radio at this time. The radio was placed on the table and made a rustling sound, the signal was intermittent, and it was impossible to listen to any station.

However, as soon as he walked in, the radio that had lost signal was suddenly connected at this time, the rustling sound stopped suddenly, and a very ordinary voice came out from the radio: "Hello, is there anyone? Hello"

The radio seemed to be faulty and seemed to pick up a telephone signal.

"Hey, anyone hear? Hello."

Zhao Yichen didn't reply, but the room was filled with scarlet blood mist, it was a ghost with a ghost heart.

"Hey, hello, can you hear me?" The person on the radio still asked repeatedly.

Zhao Yichen didn't reply, just watched quietly.

After about 5 minutes or so, the radio that kept sounding made a "rustle, rustle." sound.

After these two sounds the radio seemed to lose signal and lost the sound.

Seeing this, Zhao Yichen walked out of the room and closed the door.

However, as soon as he went out, he suddenly saw that the outside of the corridor was pitch black.

The darkness had eroded to the door of this room, Yang Jian had brought Zhou Tianyi and the others out, and at the same time the group of ghost masters also came out.

Next to it, an old black chair was placed in the aisle, blocking the progress of the darkness, but to everyone's horror, there were two hands on the back of the chair, which were cold and stiff, The nails were pitch black, and the fingers were covered with bruises, bruised and black.

The other end of the hand was submerged in the darkness, and it was impossible to see clearly what was behind it.

And at this moment, the black master's chair in the aisle was being pushed forward by those terrifying hands, and it creaked across the ground.

"What's going on inside?" A ghost master asked.

However, when this voice sounded.

The signal of the rustling radio inside suddenly became clear again, and the previous voice sounded again, with a bit of a weird laugh; "Hey, hey, there is indeed someone, I heard it. Rustle!"

"Who are you?. Shasha, who are you?"

The sound is intermittent, it seems that the signal is not very stable.

Zhao Yichen showed some impatience on his face. The previous incidents did not threaten him, so he didn't care. He even looked at the fearful appearance of these people from the perspective of his superior status.

But now he can't do it in the ghost house, there may be too many threats to him in the ghost house, he can't be the same as when he was in the ghost post office, watching the group of people in the ghost post office being killed by ghosts.

And if you didn't deal with ghosts at that time, it might mean reducing the number of messengers. After all, there are too many people and it is easy to cause trouble.

"There has been an abnormality in the room, and you can't stay in the room anymore, you go to the back hall to watch the old man, how to deal with it here."

Zhao Yichen glanced at the people behind him, and said indifferently.

At this moment, he seemed to be a different person, and he was no longer the same as when he was at the ghost post office. Nothing had much to do with him.

"Then I'll leave it to you, boss." Zhou Tianyi's eyes lit up.

Along the way, he didn't worry too much, because Zhao Yichen never had any desire to make a move.

This meant that the ghosts he encountered couldn't make him interested in doing it at all.

In other words, in his opinion, these ghosts could not pose a threat to him at all, so there was no need to preemptively attack.

After all, even if a ghost master can sleep, the time he can fall asleep is very short. If he doesn't find something to pass the time, he will go crazy sooner or later.

When Zhou Tianyi and others retreated, Zhao Yichen directly stepped on the front of the Taiping Grand Master's chair, blocking the advancing Grand Master's chair.

The scarlet in his hand condensed, and a spear made of blood appeared in his hand, and at the same time, a blood-red mist filled the aisle.

This is the ability he only possessed after controlling the ghost blood vessels, and he can directly control the ghost blood to condense into various shapes.

The ability of the ghost heart is to control the blood, and at the same time bless part of the blood's ability in the ghost.

The ability of ghost blood vessels is also to control blood, but the ability of ghost blood vessels to control blood is not to bless ghosts, but to bless in the body, or to attack others.

At the same time, because of the ghost blood vessels, as long as ghost blood enters other people's bodies, it can continuously spread in other people's bodies until it gathers in the whole body.

However, this ability was also the first time Zhao Yichen used it against an enemy. The time to control the ghost veins was too short, and he never encountered any enemies who needed to use this ability.

There is still blood flowing on the scarlet spear, which looks weird and terrifying.

I don't know if it's because the ghost blood's aura is too strong, but the chair didn't move forward, and the radio didn't make any sound.

The two sides seemed to be in a stalemate, but Zhao Yichen soon noticed that in another direction, the front hall had become pitch black.

'Did the ghost at the front door come in by himself?Forget it, there's no point in continuing to stand in front of it. '

Seeing this, Zhao Yichen retracted the spear in his hand and walked towards the front hall.

He has a beret, and ghosts won't attack him, so don't pay too much attention to these revived ghosts.

This kind of thick darkness, even he can't see everything that exists in the darkness, so he can only keep moving forward.

Passing through the back hall where Yang Jian and the others were, to the front hall, he wanted to see what had become of the two white lanterns.

There was movement in the dark, quiet lobby. The sounds were clear and weird. There was the sound of chairs being dragged, as if someone was moving a few pieces of furniture in the lobby.
There are echoes of heavy footsteps, and even the dripping of water can be heard.

It looked like someone had taken a shower and was so wet that they hadn't dried themselves off.

It seemed that the ancient house in the darkness became very lively all of a sudden, instead of being lifeless.

The movement has not disappeared, but has continued, and there are signs of intensification.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang from the darkened lobby as a chair fell to the ground, and then the chair fell apart and splintered, splintering wood.

'Is there a ghost destroying the black chair?Is it because the ghost can't find the target in the lobby, so it's messing around? '

Zhao Yichen turned his head sharply to look at the position behind him. Although he couldn't see everything in the darkness clearly, he knew that these ghosts could not continue to destroy them.

The Taishi chair is the supernatural prop needed to deliver the letter successfully in the end. If it is destroyed now, it will be troublesome at that time.

Not only that, the supernatural phenomenon in the old house became more and more serious. He heard the sound of something running barefoot and fast in the old house. Because the ground of the old house is made of bluestone bricks, running barefoot will make a very clear rattling sound .

"Is there a ghost running around in the lobby after taking a shower without clothes?" A voice came from the back hall, which seemed to be from a messenger.

"Sand, rustle."

However, as soon as his voice sounded, the rustling of the radio listening to the signal sounded immediately.

The signal was received suddenly at this moment, and the blind tone disappeared.

"You, you are inside, hey, hey." A weird voice came from the radio.

It seems that an old radio was sent into the back hall by something, trying to test Yang Jian and others inside.

There was a creepy sentence on the radio: "You, you are inside, hey, hey"

"You must all be there, Rusha~!"

"Hey, hey, I'm here to find you."

'This ghost seems to be another kind, a ghost with wisdom. '

'No, maybe most of the ghosts in the old house are aliens with certain intelligence. After all, if it wasn't for this reason, Zhang Dong didn't need to keep them in the old house. '

'The real danger is not the ghosts outside the old house, but the ghosts inside the old house. '

'After all, there are no simple ghosts that can be confined here by Zhang Dong's plan to use the ghost recovery after his death. '

'On the contrary, the ghosts outside, although they look more dangerous than the ghosts in the room that has been derived from the inside, but in fact they have no wisdom, as long as the steps don't go wrong, there will be no problems at all. '

'It doesn't look like this radio, it will test others and set up traps hoping to break a certain balance in the old house. '

Thinking of this, Zhao Yichen walked directly towards the back hall.

These ghosts cannot be allowed to successfully invade the back hall, otherwise if something happens to Zhang Dong's body, it will be very troublesome.

(End of this chapter)