The Mystic Painter of Recovery

Chapter 167 Ghost Banquet
Following Zhao Yichen's stabbing force, the blood condensed spear pierced the projection ghost's body.

It's just that this stab had no effect, and the projection ghost still walked towards him.

'Because it's a ghost image, so this ghost, like Zhou Tianyi, cannot be attacked by normal means. '

On Zhao Yichen's body, a scarlet mist of blood permeated out, and the ghostly spirit of the ghost heart was opened.

The ghost creature wrapped the blood spear inside, and at the same time, the ghost creature turned into a spear and stabbed at the projection ghost.

Even if the strength of Zhao Yichen's ghost creature at this time did not allow the superposition of blood water and blood mist, it had reached the strength of Yang Jian's fifth layer of ghost creature.

With the blessing of the ghost, the blood spear successfully broke through the barriers between the shadow world and the real world, and successfully pierced the projected ghost.

As the blood spear nailed it, the projection ghost finally lost its movement.

'Maybe I was wrong, ghosts and projected ghosts are not puzzles, but projected ghosts are very restrained ghosts. '

'Or the ghost image is a jigsaw puzzle of projecting ghosts. The relationship between this jigsaw puzzle is like ghost blood and ghost heart, ghost hand and headless ghost. '

'For this ghost, as long as it is a shadow type ghost, it must be restrained by it. '

'It seems that Zhou Tianyi is still unable to control this ghost, he has to find a way to strengthen his ghost feet. '

'The ghost's feet can step on the shadow, which is very helpful for controlling the projection ghost later. '

Just relying on the few seconds of fighting, Zhao Yichen deduced that the projection ghost was not something that Zhou Tianyi could control yet.

Throw the projection ghost into the ghost blood pool, at this time, other people have soaked the ghost rice with their own blood.

At this time, the location of the patio changed again.

A highly decomposed corpse, dressed in black and covered in mud, approached.

The corpse didn't seem to move much, like a puppet, being propelled forward by an invisible spiritual force.

What is truly terrifying is not the corpse itself, but the ghosts manipulating the corpse.

Zhao Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, and used the ability of a deceiving ghost to help Li Yang recover his lost hands and feet.

"I have already used the ghost rice, and now there are only a few of us, and there should be no problems in the future."

The fifth day of the old house, the ghost banquet, officially began.

Fierce ghosts were pouring into the old house, and the old man in the red coffin couldn't stop it. The old man's body seemed to be completely silent, and there was no abnormality.

'The coffin must be covered, otherwise Zhang Dong's corpse will be invaded by other ghosts who can control the corpse, and some unexpected changes may occur. '

Zhao Yichen lifted the lid of the red coffin, and quickly closed the coffin while the ghost invaded the old house.

This red coffin has the power to suppress spirits, but the premise is that the coffin and the coffin lid must be united to be effective. If it is opened, the coffin's ability to limit spirits will be lost immediately.

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

He had the urge to use coffin nails to nail the old man's body inside.

After all, the old man was able to suppress so many ghosts in the old house just in the recovery stage, and it would be troublesome if he was recovered.

It's just that he thought about it, but in the end he still didn't put the coffin nails in the red coffin.

At this time, the sound of creaking doors were heard one after another from the corridors on the left and right sides of the ancient house, and darkness surged in the corridors, like a cloud of black mist brewing, ready to be vented at any time.

Outside the old house, there are more terrifying and fierce ghosts coming in, breaking into the old house like a tide, trying to engulf everyone.

A mutilated corpse with only the lower body came towards the crowd. The ghost who covered his eyes with his hands slowly opened his palm at this time, revealing two finger gaps. He obviously had no eyes, but was hidden between the dark eye sockets inside. There was a strange sight in the middle, and secretly looked in the direction of everyone.

"Take off the white filial piety clothes, the filial piety clothes will prevent ghosts from seeing you, and they will also prevent ghosts from seeing the ghost rice in your hands."

"If you don't eat ghost rice, ghosts will just keep pouring in here until they touch you." Zhao Yichen said quickly while watching this scene.

Hearing this, since Yang Jian and Li Yang had some hesitation on their faces, they looked at each other, wondering if they should listen to what Zhao Yichen said.

But Zhou Tianyi didn't hesitate, and immediately took off the tattered white filial piety on his body.

He stretched out a hand, and in his hand was a handful of ghost rice soaked red by his blood.

At this time, a cold arm touched his arm all the way, reached out to his palm, and took away a grain of rice that was stained red with blood.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost's figure was hiding and fading.

But it didn't disappear completely, but only a vague outline remained, as if isolated in some kind of ghost land.

Then, another arm stretched out out of thin air. There were many tree roots and soil wrapped around this arm, as if it had just crawled out of a grave.

Just such an arm rested on Zhou Tianyi's palm out of thin air, and took away a grain of blood-stained rice, and then the arm disappeared.

Not only that.

At some point, Zhou Tianyi felt a foreign object appear on the back of his head, a cold aura was close at hand, something quickly reached out his hand, and it passed by in a flash.

A grain of blood-stained rice disappeared in his hand, and then the foreign object behind him quickly left and disappeared.

It took only a few seconds for Zhou Tianyi to take off his filial piety clothes, and several ghosts were directly targeting Zhou Tianyi.

Fortunately, there is ghost rice, otherwise, at that moment, he would have been attacked by several ghosts at the same time.

"The blood-stained rice can be fed to the ghosts, making them temporarily stagnant." Li Yang showed joy on his face.

Yang Jian nodded, "Throw away the filial piety clothes, and there will be more and more ghosts in this ancient house. Keeping the filial piety clothes can no longer protect us, but it will become a hindrance."

The two quickly pulled off the old and dirty mourning clothes on their bodies, and took out a handful of ghost rice soaked in blood.

The moment they took off their clothes, ghosts immediately surrounded them, seeming to attack them, but as their palms spread out, the scarlet ghost rice was exposed, and these ghosts immediately shifted their targets.

Instead of attacking them, he took a grain of rice from their hands as before and gradually disappeared, leaving only a vague, transparent figure standing there.

"It seems that tonight passed safely. The five of us, Zhao Yichen, you and He Yuelian don't even need to use ghost rice."

"The three of you will share two bowls of ghost rice equally, and if you stick to it for one night, there shouldn't be any accidents."

Seeing the blood-stained rice in his hand decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye, Yang Jian showed a relaxed smile on his face.

Although ghost rice is disappearing quickly now, as more and more ghosts take ghost rice, the speed of ghost rice disappearing will gradually slow down.

Even if the ghosts who took the ghost rice appeared again later, the three people present would not have enough ghost rice.

"It's safe for the time being, but I don't know what will happen tomorrow." Zhao Yichen didn't express much about this, but just said something lightly.

It had been five days since they got on the bus, and if the ghostly old woman who recovered from Meng Xiaodong's death was still coming here, it would be almost here.

After all, missing the last bus does not mean that there is no possibility of getting on the bus. After all, the bus has been running in various supernatural places.

"We should think about what happened on the sixth day. Now we have just found a way to survive, and we still have enough rice. Now should be the safest time, so we must plan ahead." Yang Jian also realized this problem.

"Day six is ​​the funeral, think about whether we have overlooked something that needs to be used later."

Then he looked at the roof next to him.

The red balloon floated above, and below was Yang Xiaohua's corpse. A piece of yellow paper was pasted on the face of the corpse. The yellow paper covered the entire face, leaving no breath.

The red balloon has not shown its function in the process of delivering the letter this time. Since the ghost post office asked them to bring the red balloon to deliver the letter, the red balloon must have some function.

"The danger of tomorrow's funeral may be on these ghosts. There will be no ghost rice tomorrow, and the things that can be used to protect us in the old house are almost used up." Zhao Yichen's expression was inexplicable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Although the danger in the old house is about to pass, the danger that follows is not simple at all.

It can even be said that the next is the most dangerous time.

Time passed little by little.

Half an hour, an hour, two hours and it was the afternoon of the fifth day.

Fewer and fewer ghosts flooded into the ancient house, and because there were not many people alive at this time, the number of ghost rice was quite sufficient.

In the dark and cold old house, vague and strange silhouettes crowded around densely, as if to engulf everyone here.

But these vague silhouettes of ghosts cannot interfere with the living people in the ancient house.

It's like being in another world, unable to touch or touch each other.

Looking at this group of fierce ghosts, Zhao Yichen couldn't help but wonder if he could also achieve this similar effect?

These ghost rice didn't really prevent these ghosts from attacking others after eating them, but they could isolate the ghosts who ate the ghost rice from the outside world.

The ghost picture scroll also has the ability to isolate ghosts in the world in the painting, but how to make the ghosts not resist or even take the initiative to be pulled into the world in the painting is a problem.

After all, ghost rice can be eaten by ghosts, but ghost scrolls cannot.

Time passed slowly in this kind of thinking.

In this way, twelve o'clock finally arrived.

The ancient house has entered its sixth day.

When the time arrived at twelve o'clock in the evening, nothing unusual happened in the ancient house. The only thing that was wrong was that the ghosts in the ancient house were dissipating. These terrifying things started to wander away as if they had lost their target.

The crisis is slowly disappearing, and it seems that there is some kind of helpless supernatural force that makes these ghosts leave.

"The ghosts are leaving, and I can feel that there are less and less spiritual disturbances nearby." Zhao Yichen took He Yuelian by the hand, and the red robe on his body made him exude an aura similar to that of a ghost. On the fifth day, there was not a single ghost. The ghost attacked him.

"The ghost banquet is over, and the ghosts are scattered. This is in line with the arrangement for this day."

"Midnight is both safe and dangerous. Safety is because the dangers of the previous day will disappear, and danger is that the new day will welcome new horrors." Li Yang said.

Yang Jiandao: "The first seven are just around the corner, and the task of delivering the letter will be over soon. Although the process is dangerous, it is almost finished."

"It's safe for now, ghost, leave the old house."

Yang Jian said: "However, we still have to pay attention to safety, some supernatural beings may exist that we can't even detect."

Zhao Yichen looked at Yang Xiaohua in mid-air.

The red balloon was wrapped around the arm of Yang Xiaohua's corpse, suspending the corpse in mid-air, fluttering, neither flying away nor falling down.

Use the ghost creature to come to Yang Xiaohua's body in mid-air, and directly reach out to tear off the yellow talisman paper covering her face.

This yellow talisman can put a living person into a state of suspended animation, so that they won't be attacked by ghosts, but correspondingly, you can't move. You need someone to tear this yellow talisman again to wake you up, otherwise, you may be like this for the rest of your life.

But there is another possibility, sticking this yellow talisman paper for a long time will cause people's body to be eroded by spirits.

Because he was worried that Yang Xiaohua would be stuck on her forehead by yellow talisman paper for a long time, which would taint her body with supernatural powers, Zhao Yichen didn't plan to let her stay like this for too long.

Lost the yellow paper that covered his face.Yang Xiaohua no longer possessed any supernatural power.

The red balloon's restraint on her disappeared, and her whole body fell from the midair and landed on the ground.

The weightlessness of the fall and the severe pain from her buttocks woke Yang Xiaohua up instantly, and she sat up.

"Why didn't you let me down until now." Yang Xiaohua said a little frantically at this moment: "I've been hanging in mid-air for the past few days and I'm almost going crazy."

"Are you still conscious?" Yang Jian asked with a flickering expression.

"I'm not dead at all, but I can't move my body, and my head is very clear." Yang Xiaohua said.

"Fortunately, it's only a few days, otherwise, if it takes a long time, I will probably go crazy by the time the yellow paper is torn apart."

It is conceivable that a person is suspended in mid-air, unable to move, without feeling in the body, and awake, how terrifying that feeling is.

"It's probably related to the incomplete piece of yellow talisman paper on your body." Yang Jian said.

'It turns out that the person who is pasted on the forehead by the yellow talisman will not be able to move, but the consciousness will not disappear, but they will just fall into a deep sleep, and the ghost body in the body will continue to affect them. '

'It's no wonder that the ghost masters who survived the Republic of China were all eroded by weirdness. '

Zhao Yichen nodded secretly, thinking about the reason for the strange changes in the group of ghost masters from the Republic of China.

Yang Jiandao: "Your consciousness is clear, but can you hear and see the movement outside?"

"No, it's like I'm locked in a dark room. I can't hear or see anything." Yang Xiaohua still looked crazy. She was listless and in great pain, as if full devastated and tortured.

"It's not bad, at least it's better than death. Didn't you realize that we are the only ones here?" Zhao Yichen motioned Yang Xiaohua to look around.

At this time, the only survivors were Zhao Yichen, Yang Jian, Zhou Tianyi, Li Yang, He Yuelian, and Yang Xiaohua.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaohua noticed that the lobby of the ancient house was empty. Obviously, those who were reduced died here.

"How many days is it now, is it already the first seven?" Yang Xiaohua looked back and asked.

She didn't worry about the previous things any more. Compared with others, it was a miracle that she had survived as an ordinary person.

It can even be said that suffering from loneliness is already an unattainable end for those who broke into this place.

"Take a rest, the funeral will be held later." Zhou Tianyi said, sitting in a corner to rest.

For the funeral, it means that several people present need to carry the coffin, and it may not be that simple to lift the coffin.

And since ancient times, there have been many rules for funerals.

One of them is that after the coffin is raised, the coffin must never fall to the ground.

Before, the red coffin could barely be lifted by five people.

Now that Ma Lin is dead and Daqiang is also dead, there are two fewer people who can carry the coffin than before.

And the road to carrying the coffin may not be smooth sailing.

The funeral on the sixth day seemed very quiet.

There is not even a little wind outside, let alone any weird knocking on the door, and the inside of the old house is not so gloomy.

Some of the strange aura dissipated inexplicably, and even the old house now became a little brighter, and it was no longer so gloomy.

For a moment, it actually gave people an illusion that this is a normal old house, but it is a bit dilapidated and remote.

The aisle is no longer dark, and there is no movement in the rooms on the left and right, and most importantly, the ends of the aisles on the left and right can already be seen.

In the past, these two passages were endless, and the same was true for those rooms.

"I'm afraid this ancient house will be completely destroyed after the first seven days, and all the ghosts have left." Yang Jian couldn't help sighing.

"Four from the left and three from the right. This ancient house has seven rooms in total. This means that there were seven people living in this ancient house, or it was built on the scale of seven people."

"Not necessarily, don't forget the first seven days of resurrection? The theory of souls is just passed down from ancient times, and it is illusory." Zhao Yichen shook his head.

"What appears on the seventh day will definitely not be the so-called soul, so what do you think will appear?"

"After all, the word ghost can be read together."

"You mean, there will be even more terrifying changes on the seventh day? The ghost in the old man's body will be revived?"

Yang Jian stood up suddenly, with horror on his face.

On the fourth day, the old man was able to maintain balance with so many ghosts in the old house by virtue of the recovery in his body. If he recovered, who could stop him?

"Maybe, plan, it's not going to be safe for the next seventh day."

"The Day of Resurrection may be the scariest day." Zhao Yichen walked into a room, leaving only this sentence.

(End of this chapter)