Mysterious Resurrection: Red and White Evils

Chapter 80: Evil Painting and Evil Coffin; Return to Reality

When Zhang Hao successfully mastered black and white portraits.

In Dadong City, a dispute has occurred in the Wang family's ancient residence.

With the arrival of Yang Jian, the entire survival organization was wiped out, and only Liu Baimu and a few others hid deep in the Wang family's ancient house.

However, it doesn't matter if you don't hide, because once you hide, it will break a certain balance in the Wang family's ancient house.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of bells continued to be heard in the old house. It was the familiar sound of a pendulum clock, but this time the pendulum clock did not ring on time as usual, but made the sound at the wrong time.

The ancient clock in the Wang family's ancient house rings every half an hour. According to the design of the Wang family's ancestors, it rings every time on the hour and at thirty minutes past the hour.

Along with the ringing of the bell in the old house, a head was thrown out.

That is the head of the survival club leader, Liu Baimu.

Yang Jian and others could see a wandering figure in the ancient house through a broken window on the third floor of the house.

However, the supernatural power in the ancient house interfered with his ghost eyes, making him unable to peek into the scene inside.

"What is that?" Feng Quan also noticed the shadow.

"Ghost?" someone guessed.

"No, it's a human. A real ghost wouldn't keep staring at me like this."

Yang Jian said: "But I can feel that it is a very dangerous existence."

The man wandering on the third floor was now spying on Yang Jian on the street outside.

The supernatural forces affecting the old house seemed unable to affect him.

"Is that Yang Jian? He is indeed a good junior with a lot of ideas. He combined the hatchet and coffin nails to form a magical weapon of his own."

"This makes the rules of the two supernatural items more complicated. Even if ordinary people hold them, it is difficult to figure out how to use them. Moreover, he can be considered a young man for having obtained these two supernatural items."

The mysterious man smiled meaningfully: "It's a pity that this young man could look like anyone else but the one I hate the most."

"No hurry, the countdown has already begun, I will go to him soon to ask him something."

There was a series of crisp ticking sounds coming from behind him, which was the sound of a clock.

It's just that this kind of time has obviously been sped up by someone, and time is passing very quickly.

The time in the ancient house is out of sync with reality because of the ancient clock, and the man inside seems unable to leave in the short term.

"Who are you?" After hearing the man's words and confirming that the other party was alive, Yang Jian asked in a serious tone.

"You can call me the Ghost Shepherd, or you can call me Chen Qiaoyang. I don't mind. Just don't get it wrong." A man's voice came from the ancient house.

"Ghost shepherd, Chen Qiaoyang?"

Yang Jian remembered the name in his heart and planned to go find Wang Chaling, the person in charge of Dadong City and the third-generation heir of the Wang family's ancient house. Of course, he is also one of the twelve captains today, so he went to ask about the situation.

Yang Jian left the Wang family's ancient house, but when he arrived at Wang Chaling's Ning'an Building, he was told that the other party had already left and went to the Wang family's ancient house.

"Captain Yang, do you want to take a look at this? I got something from the Survival Club."

At this time, Huang Ziya also came over with a newspaper.

"On February 18, 2018, countless paper money fell from the sky over the ancient residence in Dadong City. The city lost its color, and the red and white evil spirits descended again."

Looking at the newspaper, Yang Jian frowned.

"This is a supernatural event codenamed Ghost Newspaper. Once the newspaper appears, it will come true. In other words, will the Red and White Devils reappear here?"

"It seems I need to go find Wang Chaling to ask about the situation."

Yang Jian originally planned to look for Wang Chaling, but at this time, Feng Quan's words interrupted his idea of ​​leaving immediately.

Feng Quan pointed to the door and said, "That stool is not the furniture here."

The door at the entrance was open, and the lights in the corridor dimmed for some unknown reason. The lights in the distance were still flickering.

An old red wooden bench was placed at the door at this time, blocking the way in and out.

Ok?
Yang Jian looked at the old mahogany stool.

Obviously, this wooden bench is not the furniture of this floor, and this red wooden bench has a strange smell, as if it is related to supernatural powers.

"There are some here too." Huang Ziya suddenly pointed behind him.

There was an aisle behind me leading to the toilet. In the middle of the not-so-wide aisle, there was a red wooden bench placed horizontally, blocking the way.

"It's available here too."

On the floor where everyone was, there were also red wooden benches in the middle aisle, also placed horizontally.

Moreover, these stools appeared very strangely, without any signs or sensations.

at the same time.

When Wang Chaling and Li Jun noticed the changes in the Wang family's ancient house, they had already arrived here and just missed Yang Jian perfectly.

They crossed the iron gate in front of the ancient house and came into the premises. They did not go deep into the house immediately because it would be too reckless. They needed to observe the situation.

"Is this the ancient residence of your Wang family? What are those coffins at the door? Are they filled with ghosts? It doesn't look like it. If it were ghosts, this place would have been uninhabitable long ago."

Li Jun's voice was hoarse, as if it had been burned by fire, harsh and weird, making it a little difficult for people to get used to it.

His gaze rested on the yard, where there were coffins of varying ages.

"The person in the coffin is from my Wang family."

Wang Chaling said: "Do you think I am the only one in my Wang family? We used to be a big family."

"It's just that they have been involved in supernatural events for too long, and gradually died out. The dead Wang family members were placed in coffins in the courtyard of the ancient house."

"Why not cremate and bury it?" Li Jun frowned.

"Because of some special reasons." Wang Chaling didn't say much and avoided the topic: "Li Jun, are you going to just barge in like this?"

"We need to observe before making a decision."

Li Jun shook his head. After the ghost painting incident, he has grown up and will not be so reckless anymore.

"Be alert to your surroundings. If I take action, it will alert the enemy. If there is anyone inside, they will definitely attack me."

After observing for a long time, Li Jun came up with an idea and said, "Stop them. I don't want to set the old house on fire while preventing a sneak attack."

"No problem. I'm happy to help with this matter." Wang Chaling said.

Li Jun stared at Wang Chaling for a few times, as if as a warning, but he quickly took action.

He strode to a window of the old house.

The old window has rotted away, leaving only an empty hole, through which one can see the scene inside the ancient house.

Dark, old, abandoned and depressing.

There is a weird atmosphere everywhere.

Along with the sound of pendulum bells coming from the old house, a certain balance has been broken and some incomprehensible supernatural phenomena are intensifying.

Li Jun placed one hand lightly on the windowsill.

next moment.

The eerie green flames were spreading outward along his arms.

The windows were on fire, and the old blue brick walls were also ignited by the ghost fire. The flames were spreading at an extremely fast speed.

The walls were burning, the halls of the old house were burning, the corridors were burning, and the darkness in the depths was being dispelled.

Soon, the entire old house was covered with ghost fire and burned violently.

"what!"

Sharp screams and wails were heard in the old house.

It was a strange human-shaped silhouette, covered in ghostly fire, running back and forth in the hall of the ancient house in great pain, leaving behind a trail of charred footprints and a stench of burnt corpses.

But soon the human-shaped ghost figure burning with flames disappeared out of thin air, like an illusion, suddenly appearing and then disappearing just as suddenly.

That must be a ghost.

Being attacked by will-o'-the-wisp fire and being suppressed.

In the old house.

In addition, some members of the survival club were also ignited at this moment.

A middle-aged man with gray hair and a thin body is sitting in an old rocking chair with his eyes closed, as if waiting for a certain moment to come.

On the side, two men stood beside him, looking at the man in the rocking chair from time to time.

But at this time.

Chen Qiaoyang, who was sitting in the rocking chair, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. He stood up immediately.

next moment.

The rocking chair that I was sitting on suddenly caught fire. The strange and eerie green flames enveloped the entire rocking chair. At the same time, flames seeped in from the cracks in the ground and the walls.

soon.

The ground was on fire.

The walls and the top of the head were covered in flames.

Everything around was strangely ignited by something. "Is this... a will-o'-the-wisp? Damn it, it's the will-o'-the-wisp Li Jun who has come. He wants to set the whole old house on fire and burn us all to death here."

Zhang Qing reacted instantly and screamed in panic.

Chen Qiaoyang calmly adjusted his hair and clothes, his face looking very serious.

"Willow Fire Li Jun? Who is he? He was beaten up when he took a nap. The young people nowadays are really troublesome."

"He is a captain of the headquarters, and he is at the same level as the previous Yang Jian. He used to be a big shot in the army and he hates evil very much." Zhang Qing said.

"A big shot in the army?" Chen Qiaoyang narrowed his eyes slightly. He had great respect for people in the army.

"It's really embarrassing. I would rather fight against that guy named Yang than this Li Jun."

"After all, it is a real sin that such a great man did not die on the battlefield, but instead died at the hands of a small person like me."

Zhang Qing and the other man twitched their lips when they heard this. They didn't expect that Chen Qiaoyang, who looked like a gangster, would actually have such a scene.

Chen Qiaoyang paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, hesitating.

However, behind him, there were several strange footsteps following.

The footsteps were big and small, leaving several charred footprints on the ghost fire on the ground. Then the ghost fire in that area was extinguished and never burned again.

"Is Li Jun crazy? Using the will-o'-the-wisp like this, isn't he afraid of the evil spirit reviving?"

Zhang Qing's heart was pounding. They did not have the strength and mentality of Chen Qiaoyang. They felt that this area would soon become unsafe.

"Let's go out and fight them. With your skills, it won't be difficult to escape from here. That Li Jun will definitely not be able to stop you."

Chen Qiaoyang was not anxious when facing the will-o'-the-wisp fire that ignited everything.

"No rush. Although young people nowadays are all very good, they are still young after all. They are still a little immature to kill me here."

As Chen Qiaoyang spoke, a bell rang in the old house.

Chen Qiaoyang used the ancient bell in the Wang family's ancient house to imprison the burning ghost fire to other time periods.

The burning of the ghost fire was restarted by the ancient bell, allowing Li Jun to increase the burning speed of the ghost fire.

After a while, thick fog began to float around the building.

At the same time, under the order of the headquarters, the entire area began to be blocked. People in this area were only allowed to leave but not enter, and a large number of people were evacuating residents.

As time goes by, the bells in the old house no longer ring as frequently.

This means that the time in the Wang family's ancient house is being synchronized with reality.

At this moment, Li Jun was standing alone in the empty old house. Wearing sunglasses, he raised his head slightly and looked around.

The will-o'-the-wisp is dancing.

The surroundings reflected the eerie green light.

"Who on earth is hiding in Dadong City and causing trouble? Come out." Li Jun's hoarse voice sounded, and he suddenly shouted with righteous indignation.

The sound reverberated in the old house, forming an echo that spread into the depths of darkness.

I thought no one would respond, but someone immediately answered:
"Li Jun, since you are a young general with great potential, I will let you go and ask you to leave."

"The feud between the Wang family and me, Chen, is a private matter. Once I have resolved it, I will naturally visit the headquarters when I have time. Maybe we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

Chen Qiaoyang's voice sounded, coming from nowhere, and the voice seemed to have no source.

"You are playing tricks. There are many potential dangers in the Wang family's old house. I will seal it off. If you don't want to be an enemy of the headquarters, come out obediently."

Li Jun snorted coldly. His temper was a little irritable. He had no good feelings towards this kind of person who was lawless and liked to make trouble.

"Why are young people nowadays all like this? I'm already trying to be kind, why don't they understand?" Chen Qiaoyang's voice rang out.

"You keep saying that you want to kill me, as if it's easy. Back then, the second generation of the Wang family and his wife couldn't kill me. They only dared to lure me into the dungeon and trap me. What rights do you have to kill me, Chen Qiaoyang?"

It seemed that Li Jun's words, which were completely disrespectful to Chen Qiaoyang, aroused his temper. He snorted coldly, appearing very dissatisfied.

The voice fell.

There were crisp footsteps coming from the corridor upstairs.

A blurry figure gradually emerged.

Chen Qiaoyang appeared on the second floor.

He could have easily controlled Li Jun without showing up, but facing such a person, he still came out out of respect.

A few decades ago, ghost herders never showed up.

The living can only see ghosts, but the dead and the living cannot see the ghost shepherds.

"Do it."

When Li Jun saw Chen Qiaoyang appear, he determined that this was the culprit who turned the pendulum and restarted the ancient house. He wanted to kill this man and directly stop this incident from happening.

The will-o'-the-wisp burned instantly.

The whole old house was set on fire again.

The surroundings were shrouded in flames.

The fire distorted the vision and blurred the figure, and Li Jun disappeared.

His ghost domain can actually be used in the ancient house.

You should know that Yang Jian was unable to use it before.

"I'll let you, the junior, have some time. The time in the ancient house is now stable. Feel free to use whatever means you have. Let's see what the so-called captain-level figures are capable of."

Chen Qiaoyang actually wanted to practice with Li Jun to test what level the ghost riders of this era had reached.

Let’s see whether this ghost shepherd has been eliminated by the times.

Li Jun disappeared and never appeared again.

But Chen Qiaoyang's body started to burn strangely.

Green will-o'-the-wisp flames enveloped him, lighting him on fire from the inside out, as if he were going to combust to death.

"Ghost invasion? This method is outdated. And don't you know that when you invade others, others can also invade you?"

Chen Qiaoyang smiled, and the ghost fire on his body quickly went out.

No.

Not extinguished, but trapped.

Will-o'-the-wisp fire burned inside Chen Qiaoyang's body, and the skinny human skin squirmed, imprinting the outline of Li Jun's facial features.

Li Jun was struggling and seemed to be yelling, but he couldn't get rid of it.

Gradually, this struggle seemed to become weaker and weaker, and some kind of terrifying suppression seemed to be directed at Li Jun.

He is trapped.

Trapped in Chen Qiaoyang's body.

As the second generation of ghost riders in the Republic of China, their development of supernatural methods was not so simple.

soon.

The noise around disappeared, and peace returned to the old house.

"Is Ghost Fire Li Jun finished already?" In an inconspicuous place on the third floor, the two survivors, Zhang Qing and Wan Tong, were stunned when they saw this scene.

They knew that the old guy named Chen Qiaoyang they released was very scary, but they didn't expect him to be so terrifying.

Ghost Fire Li Jun, a captain-level figure, was suppressed by Chen Qiaoyang as soon as he started fighting.

This is too fast.

It was just like Yang Jian was chasing them, they were completely not on the same level.

"The ghost riders of this era are just so-so. It seems that I, a ghost herder, have not been eliminated yet."

Chen Qiaoyang smiled slightly: "It's a pity for Li Jun who is not afraid of life and death."

But then he suddenly realized something and his smile froze.

However, his expression quickly changed.

In the middle of the hall of the ancient house.

The figure of a woman wearing a wedding dress, a red veil on her head, embroidered shoes on her feet, and an unimaginably white pair of hands appeared there, like a bride getting married.

The woman was floating in the air, giving people a particularly weird feeling.

"Why is that evil painting still there?" Chen Qiaoyang screamed, and even his voice changed a little.

But he didn't wait to think about it.

The darkness in the old house seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. The darkness was very strange. Looking down from above, it looked like a black coffin was placed there.

On top of the coffin, a white figure was kneeling on it.

“It’s the coffin.”

Chen Qiaoyang shuddered violently, and his previous calmness and confidence disappeared completely.

As Li Jun was trapped, paper money and burnt paper ashes began to fall from the sky.

The old house began to fade slowly. Zhang Qing and Wan Tong, who were alive before, turned into black and white in an instant, with expressions of fear on their faces. They slowly froze and finally turned into a photo? A portrait?
Some nightmarish horror seemed to have befallen the old house.

(End of this chapter)