Mysterious resurgence

"I'm all right."

Zhou Deng was pulled back into the ghost realm by Yang Jian at this moment. He was panting and sweating. The supernatural power that had eroded his body was dissipating, and his ashen face was gradually getting better.

But even so, he almost didn't come back.

"Did you fail? This bowl of rice was neither scattered nor placed on the ground to support the ghosts." Li Yang was missing both legs and an arm. He was sitting in the ghost realm, analyzing the information seriously.

Even if you have difficulty moving, you still need to use your brain.

"Captain, but Zhou Deng's adventure is not completely useless. The rice that was thrown out just now disappeared. This may be a key clue."

"I saw it, so I judged that rice should not be kept too far away from people, otherwise the rice will not only be useless, but will be wasted." Yang Jian saw that the rice scattered by the eagle was still on the ground.

Liu Qingqing said: "Do you still remember the ashes scattered at the door on the fourth floor of the post office? Maybe rice is something that can isolate evil spirits. Drawing a circle with this thing under your feet may be able to block the attacks of evil spirits."

"It's unlikely. So far, there are no similar supernatural items, just like there are no two identical ghosts in supernatural events." Yang Jian said, "There must be other ways to use them."

"I need to do some trial and error."

He gestured; "You stay away from me."

Then Yang Jian quickly came to a corner of the lobby, away from the red coffin and everyone.

He has his own ghost realm and can withdraw it at any time.

Immediately.

Yang Jian slowly appeared in the ancient house holding a bowl of white rice.

He left the fifth level of the ghost realm, but his ghost realm was still maintained. His ghost eyes peered at other people, emitting scarlet light.

this moment.

He didn't even plan to use a supernatural weapon, but stood the cracked spear next to him.

Because there is no need.

There are so many ghosts here. If he can't find the right way to survive, even giving him ten coffin nails and ten hatchets will be useless, because he can't afford the price of using supernatural items, and he will be consumed alive. Die here.

The moment Yang Jian appeared.

The vague silhouette of the evil ghost on the wall moved. The evil ghost swayed along the wall and ran towards him.

Yang Jian's ghost shadow covered him, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of shadow, which directly isolated him from the influence of this evil ghost.

As long as he does not turn into a shadow on the ground, he will not be attacked by this ghost, so he can ignore the ghost figure on the wall for the time being.

"Despite the trial and error of Yingying and Zhou Deng, there are still a lot of ghosts targeting me for the third time." Yang Jian immediately saw several terrifying figures pouring into the ancient house approaching him.

But he noticed.

The black Taishi chair was silent.

A mass of darkness was blocked behind by the Taishi chair, and there was no way to move forward.

He used the hatchet to chop the evil ghost three times in a row, and then cut off both of the evil ghost's hands, which reduced the horror level of the evil ghost and made the evil ghost stop his actions.

And as a price.

A hideous gash appeared on Yang Jian's black ghost hand, and the gash penetrated deep into the flesh and bone.

However, this hand is gradually healing. Although the wound is deep, it is okay for the time being, because the ghost hand has a strong ability to withstand the curse of the hatchet. A normal person's hand would have fallen off long ago.

A fierce ghost approached Yang Jian first.

These ghosts seem to be two people walking side by side, with their bodies growing together, as if one person has two heads on his neck. I don’t know which one belongs to the ghost and which head belongs to an ordinary person. This ghost is suspected to be able to invade living people. in your body, as if it is possessing you.

The ghost quickly approached and stretched out its arms, as if it wanted to abandon its rotten body and replace it with a new host.

Yang Jian is the new target.

So the moment he raised his hand, Yang Jian understood that the right half of his body was a ghost.

Yang Jian made a move in the short ten seconds that the evil ghost was approaching.

He grabbed a handful of rice and held it in his hands.

This is not a random guess, it is also related to folk funeral customs. It is said that after death, people will go to hell. In hell, they have to pass through some passes. There will be wild dogs and pheasants staying near the passes to attack the innocent souls of the past, so people die. Then grab two handfuls of rice to feed the wild dogs and pheasants in the underworld on your way to the underworld, ensuring safety along the way.

Apparently.

It is wrong to speculate on these actions based on folklore.

While Yang Jian was grabbing the rice, the ghost did not stop attacking him.

The ghost's pale skin was close, very close.

"It's useless?"

Yang Jian immediately changed his method. He directly stuffed the rice in his hand into his mouth, holding it in his mouth without swallowing it.

The ghost still couldn't stop moving.

At this moment, the half-grown body was already stuck to Yang Jian's flesh. The cold, terrifying ghost was getting rid of its original body and was gradually growing together with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was indifferent. He still had to restart. Even if the evil spirits invaded his body, he could still reverse the desperate situation at the most dangerous time and return to before he was attacked.

"It still doesn't work, so there's only one last method left."

Yang Jian spit out the rice and held it with his hands, not wanting to waste it.

The quantity of rice is still there and has not decreased.

The invasion of ghosts did not stop.

Yang Jian felt that half of his body had lost consciousness, as if his body belonged to someone else, and a lifeless and terrifying dead head was stuck next to him.

The cold and stiff touch makes people shudder.

But Yang Jian remained calm. He cut his finger without hesitation and blood dripped.

The white rice turned red with blood.

this moment.

An incredible scene occurred.

The fierce ghost that invaded Yang Jian's body suddenly stopped moving, and then a cold arm touched along Yang Jian's arm, stretched out to his palm, and then took away a grain of rice stained red with blood.

Immediately afterwards.

The attack of the ghost was being reversed, and the movement that had invaded halfway stopped, and retreated, returning to the putrid corpse again.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost's figure disappeared and faded.

But it did not disappear completely, but only a vague outline remained, as if it was isolated in some kind of ghost realm.

"Successful?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he felt that the method worked.

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

You can't leave too far, otherwise it will be useless even if the ghost eats it, and it must be stained with the blood of a living person. Zhou Deng's rice was knocked over before, but because it was not soaked in blood and lacked a medium, the ghost did not survive after eating it. Leave, so the rice loses its effect.

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

However, Yang Jian didn't wait to think more.

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

Then the arm disappeared.

Not only that.

behind.

Yang Jian felt the appearance of something foreign on the back of his head. The cold breath was close at hand, and something quickly reached out and flashed past.

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

Yang Jian broke into a cold sweat.

Even he himself was not aware of 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.

More and more figures were approaching.

A strange, but completely different palm stretched out.

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

The ghost who took away the rice did not disappear, but his figure blurred and lost the ability to move. He still stood motionless in place.

"The method was found, 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 ghostland appear before your eyes.

"Blood-stained rice can feed the ghosts and make them temporarily stagnant," Li Yang said.

"So that's it. No wonder I was attacked after eating my rice before." Without saying anything, Zhou Deng also cut his palm and started to dye the rice red.

Liu Qingqing stopped him: "That's enough. Don't use all the rice by yourself. It's best to share it, so that everyone can be safe. Otherwise, you are the only one who will not be attacked. Others will still be attacked without rice." Killed by ghosts."

"Yes, that's true." Li Yang said, "We should divide the remaining rice."

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

Zhou Deng was not so selfish. They began to distribute the remaining rice, and then each dyed it red with blood.