The Game of Mystery Recovery

Chapter 267

"You entered there too?" Yang Jian looked at Zhao Yi with a cold expression, but there was a hint of vigilance deep in his eyes.

"There is no way. Since you have opened this room, I will naturally find a way to close this room." Zhao Yi said casually, as if he didn't care about it.

"Don't tell me, I definitely want to eat alone." Zhou Deng muttered softly.

Deep in Zhao Yi's heart, there are still doubts about Zhang Youhong's words.

If I really lived in the Republic of China, why?Why did I go to that place in the Republic of China.

Although in this world, ghosts are powerful enough to reverse time to a certain extent, but this time is only limited to the period between after you become a ghost master and before you die.

"Unless, it's not that I reversed time and went back to the past, but that I, like Zhang Youhong, are dead people, and I'm just the inheritor of memory."

"Just in this way, how to explain the part of the memory that knows the future plot trend? After all, even a ghost master with the ability to predict can't grasp so much information in detail."

Zhao Yi no longer thinks about what happened before, just treat it as a bizarre experience, the most urgent thing is to stabilize the current situation.

"Don't worry about what happened just now. The danger of the mourning day is still going on, and this balance will definitely not be maintained forever. So the top priority is to care about yourself, not those useless things." Yang Jian said to Zhou Deng who was still chattering at this time.

"There is still a long time today, and it is basically unrealistic to spend the night safely like this, so no matter what dangers arise in the future, we need to deal with them. If we can withstand them, we can survive today safely. If we can't, I don't need to say more." Yang Jian looked at the others and said coldly.

He was wearing dirty mourning clothes, which could isolate the perception of ghosts.

The others looked at him and nodded approvingly.

Only Zhao Yi was still staring at the place where the room disappeared. Although he no longer entangled with these things in his heart, he still kept thinking about what happened before.

"The fourth day is condolence, and the fifth day is the ghost banquet. The three bowls of rice are the key. Maybe the fifth day can send away the ghosts that flooded into the hall. So we not only have to live, but also keep the three bowls of rice. Don't use them up in advance, or lose them."

Fan Xing leaned close to the back hall, watching several people put forward their own suggestions.

"This is indeed something that needs attention. If the rice is used in advance, it will definitely not be enough tomorrow." Zhao Yi affirmed Fan Xing's statement.

"It's better to keep quiet now and take time slowly. As long as there is no abnormality and the ghost does not attack us actively, we don't need to pay attention to the rest, just stay by the coffin." Yang Jian retreated.

Time passed little by little.

Everyone was silent.

Although they are wearing mourning clothes, their hearts are not peaceful, because in front of them are all ghosts. Under this environment, the psychological pressure on people is extremely great. engulf.

Suddenly, a voice broke the tranquility of the ancient house again.

"Wow!" The baby's cry sounded loud and clear.

"It was the baby that was lost before. Did it appear first? It was clearly crucified before." Zhou Deng was startled, and approached the crowd calmly.

However, the crying didn't appear for a while, but it suddenly stopped.

As if the baby had encountered some accident, the last cry was accompanied by a strange cry.

Everything about the sound subsided.

It seemed that the anomaly disappeared, but everyone's hearts couldn't help but tremble.

Something more ominous appeared in the old house.

However, in a short period of time, the thing that suppressed the crying baby did not appear, and it seemed that it was still lingering in the ancient house and did not keep an eye on everyone.

But when the time came to six o'clock in the morning.

Something was wrong among the dense crowd in front of me.

The crowd was parting, and at the same time another abnormal sound came, this sound was completely different from the previous ones, it was the sound of a chair falling to the ground and being pushed.

soon.

A black grand master's chair appeared in the weird crowd, and this chair pushed back the others abruptly, and appeared at the front.

There is darkness behind the chair, like a ghost land, or like a deep road, shrouded in darkness, with no end in sight.

It was a pair of skinny hands that pushed the black master chair, and the blackened nails looked particularly weird.

"Is it the ghost hand pushing the grand master's chair, has it invaded?" Zhao Yi remembered that there was such a grand master's chair in the corridor, deep in the guest rooms.

"The ghosts that cannot be suppressed by the red coffin appeared again. Sure enough, the ghosts in the ancient house are rarely restricted. The real dangers all come from inside the ancient house, not outside the old house." Yang Jian looked ugly.

A ghost that can be buried is naturally not unsolvable.

On the contrary, it was these ghosts who were imprisoned in the room and guarded personally were the real threat.

The weird hands behind the black chair moved at this moment, slowly withdrawing them.

Little by little, it seemed to disappear into the darkness.

But the next moment.

Something creepy happened.

Wearing mourning clothes, Liu He thought he could avoid the perception of the ghosts, but a pair of dry palms appeared on his shoulders.

"Follow me?" Liu He's whole body was cold, and his expression changed instantly.

The strength of these skinny hands was astonishing, no, it should be said that the supernatural power was so powerful that it made him desperate. At this moment, he lost control of his body, and was forced to sit slumped down by his shoulders.

"Zhao Yi! Yang Jian!" Liu He exclaimed, hoping that the two of them could help him.

Yang Jian also moved suddenly, his ghostly eyes peeked at everything, and he also found the pair of hands that appeared behind Liu He.

Immediately afterwards, the hatchet in Yang Jian's hand chopped down, even if there was no trigger medium, it could cut off the ghost's palm in an instant.

But at this time.

Those skinny hands with blackened nails were withdrawing quickly. The movement was fast, but under the influence of the sixth level of ghost domain, it was very slow. At least Yang Jian could react at this speed.

The hatchet fell, and three thin and long fingers were cut off, and then the hands disappeared.

However, Liu He didn't make a sound.

"The ancient houses have become more dangerous, and the mourning clothes have begun to lose their original function."

Zhao Yi kept looking at the moving figures in the lobby. He originally wanted to make a move, but Yang Jian had already made a move, so he ignored it.

Unexpectedly, although Yang Jian forced the other party to retreat, Liu He still died.

(End of this chapter)