The Game of Mystery Recovery

Chapter 272
The four of them work together, even Liu Qingqing is a ghost master who has controlled three ghosts, and there is no problem in holding on for a few minutes.

Yang Jian triggered the medium and chopped down a rotten corpse with a hatchet.

moment.

The highly decomposed corpse in front of him suddenly stopped, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

The body was unremarkable.

But the ghost has already been dismembered.

"I can also temporarily restrict here."

Liu Qingqing also hugged the pale corpse covering her eyes in front of her body, and the red cheongsam blocked her vision.

The ghost fell silent and stopped moving.

"It's done so quickly?" Zhou Deng glanced at it, turned the half of the corpse in his hand, pressed it to the ground, and firmly stepped on it.

The corpse didn't move, and the legs stopped moving straight and stiff.

It seems that Zhou Deng discovered the ghost's killing pattern and easily restricted the ghost's activities.

Zhao Yi, on the other hand, switched the ghost image into a ghost call, and constantly used the supernatural power of the ghost call to attack those ghosts who rushed in through the three of them alone.

This time, he didn't think about restricting Li Gui, but just delaying time.

Time passed by minute by minute.

"It's twelve o'clock."

Brother Qin was behind the coffin and reminded everyone.

The fifth day of the old house, the ghost feast, begins.

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.

Without hesitation, Zhao Yi immediately took out the three bowls of ghost rice that he had obtained before, and handed one bowl to Yang Jian and the other to Zhou Deng.

The three bowls of white rice are raw or not cooked, with distinct grains. They are placed in a large blue and white porcelain bowl, and the portions are more or less.

"How to use this thing?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

On the fifth day of the ghost banquet, all the ghosts lost control, and they had to rely on these three bowls of rice if they wanted to survive.

"Use blood." Zhao Yi reminded.

As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of ghost rice, and suddenly a gash was cut in his hand, blood mixed with ghost rice.

The white rice was stained red with blood.

Zhao Yi stretched out his hand holding the ghost rice in front of a ghost.

At this moment, an incredible scene appeared.

The ghost that was walking towards Zhao Yi suddenly stopped moving, and then a cold arm touched his arm all the way, stretched out to his palm, and took away a grain of rice that was stained red with blood .

"Successful?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, Zhao Yi actually knew how to use ghost rice, which surprised him a bit.

This rice needs blood as a medium, and then feeds the ghosts.

"Okay, you can distribute the ghost rice yourself. There are seven people present, and I will have a bowl with Liu Qingqing." Zhao Yi said after showing the method used in front of everyone.

"However, remember, don't stain all the ghost rice with blood."

The others responded and started distributing ghost rice.

"The coffin has to be covered, otherwise the old man may be invaded by other ghosts and cause some unexpected changes." Yang Jian reminded Zhao Yi who was beside the coffin.

Zhao Yi nodded, and after handing a handful of ghost rice to Liu Qingqing, he conveniently put the lid on the coffin.

Zhao Yi and Liu Qingqing shared a bowl of ghost rice, Zhou Deng and Brother Qin, Xiaobin a bowl, Yang Jian and Li Yang a bowl.

The scene calmed down for a while, but Zhao Yi knew that the calm would not last long, and it was not enough for seven people to use ghost rice together.

"Successful?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, feeling that the method worked.

This rice needs blood as a medium, and then feeds the ghosts.

"But no matter what, it's best to survive."

Zhou Deng looked at the calming lobby, which meant that there were fewer and fewer ghosts around him.

The danger of the old house is being reduced.

"It's too early to be happy. Is three bowls of rice enough to fill the stomachs of these ghosts?" Li Yang showed a worried expression.

"Encoffining on the first day, vigil on the second day, mourning on the third day, condolence on the fourth day, and ghost feast on the fifth day, whichever day does not go wrong, even if the balance is restored, the last day turns to Even within half an hour of the clock is extremely dangerous."

He looked at his missing legs and a hand, lost in thought

"By the way, does Li Yang need to recover? I'm bringing a liar." Zhao Yi suddenly asked Yang Jian at this time.

"Since you brought it, then help to recover it, I owe you a favor." Yang Jian nodded, and took the initiative to promise a favor.

Although Li Yang's recovery was a good thing for everyone present, Yang Jian also knew that Zhao Yi didn't need Li Yang's help.

"Okay!" Zhao Yi looked at Li Yang and said, "Your body is intact."

As Zhao Yi's words fell, a strange scene appeared, the flesh and blood on Li Yang's body kept wriggling, and soon the missing part of his body recovered.

Yang Jian said: "Don't be pessimistic. The problems in the past few days were because we didn't take precautions in advance and didn't know the correct method. Now that we know the situation, it will be much better. Even if it is dangerous, it won't be as hopeless as before. "

"I believe today will be safe and sound, and three bowls of rice are enough."

"It's already the fifth day, and it will be over if you endure it a little longer. Get up." Zhou Deng nodded, as if the despair had not infected him.

He just felt that it was a bit of a loss for not getting anything this time. The lantern he got was robbed, and the incense was useless. All he had left was a mourning dress.

"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 said.

"The sixth day, according to my opinion, is the funeral. Carry the old man out and bury him in that cemetery, and then it will be the seventh day that you are looking forward to." Zhao Yi said.

"Agreed, the first few days were the hardest, and now many things are over, apart from what Zhao Yi said, I can't think of any other way for the remaining two days." Brother Qin said.

"So, tomorrow we are going to carry this coffin out of the old house and bury it in the old forest behind?" Zhou Deng touched his chin and said.

"The biggest danger has passed. Even if there is danger tomorrow, it should not be so serious." After Li Yang recovered his body, he regained some confidence.

Everyone basically agreed with Zhao Yi's speculation. After all, apart from this speculation, there was no other possibility on the sixth day.

Time passed little by little.

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

There are fewer and fewer ghosts pouring into the old house.

Of course, the rice in the hands of everyone is getting less and less.

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

(End of this chapter)