Mysterious recovery

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

Don’t leave too far away, otherwise it’s useless even if the ghost eats it, and it must be stained with the blood of living people. The rice was overturned before Zhou Deng, but because it was not soaked in blood and lacked a medium, the ghost didn’t eat it after eating it. Leave, so the rice will lose its effect.

With one grain of rice missing in his hand, the ghost in front of him seemed to be isolated, unable to continue killing.

However, Yang Jian didn't wait for him to think about it.

Another arm stretched out out of thin air, this arm was wrapped with a lot of tree roots and soil, as if it had just crawled out of a grave, but this arm rested on Yang Jian's palm out of thin air, and took it away. A grain of rice stained with blood.

Then the arm disappeared.

Not only that.

Behind.

Yang Jian felt something foreign on the back of his head, a cold aura was close at hand, and something quickly reached out and passed by.

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

Yang Jian broke into a cold sweat.

He didn't even notice this abnormality. If he hadn't found the correct way to use rice just now, he would have been directly attacked by these two ghosts.

There are more and more figures approaching.

A strange but completely different palm stretched out.

Li Gui did not attack Yang Jian, but took away a grain of blood-stained white rice from his hand.

The ghost who took the rice did not disappear, but his figure became blurred, and he also lost the ability to move, still standing motionless in place.

"I found a way, and Yang Jian succeeded."

Everyone in the ghost domain also saw this scene. Although they were isolated, Yang Jian did not affect their sight and perception. They could still see everything outside, but these pictures were not real, but through a Layers of ghost domains are presented in front of you.

"Blood-stained rice can be fed to ghosts, causing ghosts to temporarily stop their activities." Li Yang said.

"It turned out to be like this. No wonder I was attacked after eating my rice." Without saying a word, Zhou Deng cut his palm and started to stain the rice red.

Liu Qingqing stopped him: "That's enough, don't use up all the rice by yourself, it's better to share it, so that everyone can be safe, otherwise you will not be attacked alone, and others will still be punished if they don't have rice. The ghost killed it."

"That's right, that's right." Li Yang said, "We should share the rest of the rice."

"Okay, of course it's best to live together, I have no objection."

Zhou Deng was not that selfish either, they started to distribute the leftover rice, and then each was stained red with blood.

951章 消失的身影

Yang Jian figured out a way to survive the ghost feast on the fifth day.

By staining the rice with blood and feeding it to the ghost, you can temporarily stabilize the behavior of the ghost and prevent the ghost from attacking you.

The method is very simple.

But such a simple method almost caused several people to lose here. It was not luck that they survived, but the ability of the remaining people to save their lives was strong enough to not be killed by the ghosts in the first place.

After knowing the method, everyone quickly made preparations.

They stained the rice red with blood, and also left a part as a spare, in case it was wasted or not enough.

"I'm going to take back the ghost domain. Although I can maintain it under this situation, it will be a heavy burden on me." Yang Jian reminded everyone.

"If the method is correct, there should be no problems." Liu Qingqing said.

Zhou Deng and Li Yang also nodded, indicating that they are ready.

See here.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian immediately took back Huangquan.

As soon as the fifth-level ghost domain disappeared, the figures of several people appeared immediately.

The ghosts immediately moved, some ghosts were approaching, and some ghosts even started to attack them silently.

But each of them held a handful of blood-stained rice in their hands.

The ghost immediately shifted its target.

Instead of killing a few of them, he took a grain of rice from them as before and gradually disappeared, leaving only a blurry, transparent figure standing there.

"Sure enough, the method is very useful."

Zhou Deng saw the blood-stained rice in his hand decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

The ghost was disappearing, and no one was attacked.

The pressure plummeted.

"Captain Yang, how did you come up with the idea of ​​staining the red rice with blood?" Zhou Deng said afterwards.

"Ghost masters in the period of the Republic of China liked to play such a trick." Yang Jian's face was calm, but his eyes were still serious, without any relaxation.

Zhou Deng said: "Have you been in contact with similar ones before?"

"Die baby." Yang Jian said something.

Zhou Deng was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew about the dead doll. It was a supernatural item from the headquarters, and it was very rare. It would only be rewarded to the person in charge who made a lot of contributions. He just knew about it and never obtained it.

"Is it close to the method of using the dead doll? But this is only a similar method of use, not enough for you to bet on it."

Yang Jian didn't speak.

But Li Yang is clear.

It's because of the owner of Room 301.

They had seen the workbench in that room in Room 301 in Okawa City, and it was suspected that it was the place where surrogate dolls were made.

And here, Yang Jian and Li Yang saw the old man in room 301 haunting again.

Even the old man has already entered this ancient house.

An old woman, an old man who died not long ago.

A man and a woman are both figures from the period of the Republic of China. Under such circumstances, some associations and guesses are inevitable.

"But no matter what, it's best to survive." The eagle was not dead yet, and the frequency of the dice in front of him was slowing down.

This means that there are fewer and fewer ghosts around.

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.

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.

As for the life and death crisis, that is nothing.

As a ghost master and the person in charge, he has experienced more dangers. Although this time is a bit special, as long as he doesn't die, he will be fine.

If it's dead, it's even better.

"We should think about what happened on the sixth day. Now we have just found a way to survive, and there is still enough rice. Now should be the safest moment, so we must plan ahead." Eagle said.

He is vaguely uneasy now.

Because the sound of the music box in my head has been ringing for several days, which was used during the vigil on the second day, and it is now the fifth day.

And Yang Jian said that this music box can guarantee a person's life for about a few days.

As for these few days, whether it is three days, five days, or seven days, no one knows, it depends on one's luck.

The eagle felt that he had lived for three days, and there was not much time left.

"There is no clue about what happened on the sixth day." Zhou Deng shook his head and said, "Your analysis was very accurate before, but in the last two days, there has been a gap in information."

"That's true. All the information in the ancient house has been used up. There was indeed a gap in information on the sixth day. I think it should be inferred together with the seventh day." Li Yang suggested.

Yang Jian said: "Do you have any ideas?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of it for the time being, but I just vaguely feel that this is a direction of thinking." Li Yang shook his head, very ashamed.

Yang Jiandao: "On the sixth day and the seventh day, there must be a funeral one day, that is, to carry the red coffin out of the old house and send the old man to the back to be buried. If the seventh day is the funeral, then It should overlap with the first seven."

"So, you think tomorrow is the funeral? What about the seventh day?" Zhou Deng asked.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and said: "On the first seven Days of Resurrection, all of us have to stay in the ancient house to spend the most dangerous day, and wait until after twelve o'clock before sending out this letter, and this task will be completed gone."

"If the deduction is wrong, the day of the funeral will be the day when our regiment is destroyed." Liu Qingqing said.

"No, tomorrow will definitely be the funeral, and the first seven resurrection days cannot be the same day as the funeral." Yang Jian was very sure.

Liu Qingqing frowned: "What information are you relying on to assert?"

"Reverse push."

Yang Jian said: "The seventh day is the resurrection day, and the sixth day is the funeral day. If you mess up the order, then everything will be invalid. The previous reminder of the letter delivery mission asked us to stay in this ancient house for seven days, and the seven days will start from the first day." From the beginning of the coffin day, the funeral process has been followed."

"The right way, the right time, it means that everything we did was right before, and we should have died if we had made a wrong move."

"Regulations, the first few days were the hardest. Now that many things have ended, I can't think of other ways for the remaining two days."

Liu Qingqing, Zhou Deng, Lao Ying, and Li Yang began to ponder.

It does make sense when you think about it seriously.

The steps have been basically completed, and the remaining days of the funeral and the first seven resurrection days just fill the gap of these seven days, and it also happens to coincide with the special time of the first seven.

"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.

"I think the captain's judgment should be right, and it's finalized for the time being." Li Yang said: "If there are any other ideas that can be brought up in the next period of time, everyone can discuss them again."

Eagle shook his head and said, "I have no objection."

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.

"I just want to know if this Yang Xiaohua is still alive? There are only a few days left, I have to find a time to let her down."

"I will let her go after today's end. Now is not the time. The ghost feast is still going on. There is a high probability that she will be killed by a ghost as an ordinary person." Yang Jian said.

Zhou Deng said: "Maybe she is dead already."

"It's not dead. Her body is very fresh. There is no rot or spots. If she really died, she would have stink by now. I occasionally pay attention to her body." Yang Jian said.

Everyone can only discuss some irrelevant things at this time.

Everyone held a handful of blood-stained rice in their hands.

The amount of rice is decreasing, and the ghosts in the ancient house are also disappearing, leaving behind strange outlines.

Three bowls of rice add up to a generous portion.

It is enough for a ghost to take only one grain of rice, so the three bowls can be used for a long time.

but.

After the previous ghosts disappeared, new ghosts flooded in from the gate of the old house.

But not as dense as before.

Everyone was fighting, and no one died. It seemed that this was the only good news I heard these days.

Time passed little by little.

Half an hour, one hour, two hours... In the blink of an eye, 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.

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