As early as when she counterattacked and killed the white-collar workers, Lu Ning was basically convinced of the purpose of Joseph's pen.
And Yin Lian's last conversation also helped Lu Ning determine the answer.
"Joseph's pen. The person who carries this will be chased by mirror ghosts, and will only be chased by mirror ghosts."
Lu Ning told the purpose of this collection.
"Only being chased by mirror ghosts?"
Yu Zhisong understood immediately, and his eyes suddenly shone. The current conditions were not conducive to killing people with mirror ghosts. As long as the person carrying this pen was careful, he would be free from death!
"Is it okay to take this thing out? We won't have any objection if you take it yourself." Ling Yan said.
"Of course I won't give this directly to others, I'm just telling you how to use it. Tomorrow each of us may encounter a situation where we need to change the collection in our hands. This is just in case."
Lu Ning threw Wu Zhimei to the couple, put away the remaining things, and then stood up.
"In the last period of time, we will familiarize ourselves with the escape route from the main house and show you the location of the laboratory. After everything is prepared, we can rest early. We will hold on for twenty-four hours tomorrow."
At this time, with the remaining nine people, everyone finally reached a consensus.
Amid various complex emotions such as uneasiness, fear, excitement, and anger, the sixth day is about to come to an end.
Lu Ning stood at the entrance of the lobby on the first floor and the stairs on the second floor. There was no one around her now. Everyone had already separated according to the pre-arranged positions. Lu Ning stood here to wait.
A figure appeared at the door of the hall.
He was a doctor. Although it was still raining heavily outside, there was no water stain on his body. At this moment, his face no longer had the low-key and humble look before, but instead had an evil smile on his face, staring at Lu Ning upstairs.
On the final day, the ghost no longer needs to hide its tracks.
The stand-in raised his hand, lightly touched his neck with his thumb, and then let out a malicious laugh. Lu Ning just sneered at this and pulled out the ritual dagger from her waist.
"Stop pretending, you can communicate."
Ever since she killed the upstart, she knew that these ghosts could talk to people. It's just that she doesn't think she can convince the ghost to let anyone go, and she doesn't believe any nonsense. This road has been abandoned long ago.
However, today, it would be a good choice to directly stand on opposite sides and ridicule each other.
Before the time is up, the ghost can't kill him, and he doesn't have the ability to chase the opponent at such a distance and stab him. What else can he do besides talking?
Anyway, Lu Ning was almost exhausted these days.
"So, dear lady, which one of us are you going to choose to be your farewell?"
The stand-in actually spoke.
"You yourself don't know, right? Only two of your companions will be born today. It's not certain whether I will die or not."
The stand-in raised his index finger and sighed: "It's now, but you are still so naive, little lady. Have you forgotten the three-hour correction principle so quickly?"
Lu Ning was stunned.
"Each of our companions will wake up three hours in advance. This is to compensate for your initial three-hour safety period. You obviously discovered this, but didn't pay attention at all?"
Now the stand-in's smile has changed into a polite gentleman's style, but the words he speaks make people feel like falling into an ice cave.
——Yin Lian was killed by being stuck in the timeline just after the next day. If the principle of compensation is fully applicable, Yin Lian will wake up as the last ghost before the next dawn!
"No! I later resurrected her with the blood of the sacred bird, so the time should not be..."
"Do you still think there will be a reset? Do you believe this yourself?"
After all, the stand-in ghost was a monster mixed with the memories of countless people and the birth of life. It easily captured Lu Ning's psychological weakness.
"Becoming a fierce ghost will not eliminate wisdom and experience, but it will make people lose their feelings and heart forever. The price in exchange is the powerful power that only ghosts can have." The stand-in ghost opened his arms, "By the way, Let me tell you, the dagger in your hand is indeed a tool used to seal me, but pay attention to the word, 'seal'... From ancient times to the present, seals are only used to break. I can't use it much with just a dagger. It won’t take long to leave.”
"So what do you want to say? Are we hopeless?" Lu Ning's face darkened.
"There, souls who have struggled are more likely to become high-quality companions. Your performance makes us very satisfied, so you can exist forever."
This sentence seemed to reveal some information. Lu Ning's thoughts turned around and she immediately grasped the key: "Eternity? What do you want to say..."
"Although we have an absolute advantage, it's good to save some energy. Miss, you may not know that becoming a ghost does not mean the end, and we will even become companions. Ghosts will always exist, although you won't be able to Isn’t it great that you won’t feel close to your friends anymore, but you can be together again?”
The stand-in's voice gradually became a little deeper, as if it contained endless temptation.
"It's just a different way to live. Instead of dying in terror and pain, it's better to gain eternal life with us. Isn't this what people have been pursuing? Powerful and eternal, don't you long for these?"
"I don't crave it."
Lu Ning interrupted the substitute ghost's persuasive words.
"I just said that only struggling souls become good companions, and now you are trying to persuade me to give up my resistance. I really can't believe you, Mr. Mensal."
After being exposed, the substitute was not upset and still smiled: "Your mind is really very clear and admirable. I am looking forward to your life after you become our companion."
"If you speak too early, be careful not to take it back."
The stand-in laughed again, waved his hand, turned around and walked out the door.
"Mr. Mensard." Lu Ning suddenly called it.
"Do you regret it?"
The stand-in didn't look back, obviously knowing that this was impossible.
"Whether you can come back or not, I will definitely send you to hell first."
Lu Ning put the dagger back on her waist, and the figure of the stand-in slowly disappeared amidst the fading laughter.
"Killing people is not terrible, but these guys are starting to hurt their hearts now..."
Before the war started, Lu Ning had already noticed that the last day would be difficult.
[Sincerely:
Dear travelers, the seven-day trip to Ghost Villa has come to an end. I hope this unforgettable memory will be engraved in everyone's memory forever. At seven o'clock tomorrow morning, the return carriage will arrive at the door of the main house of the villa. At that time, the journey will come to an end. I hope you all have a good time on the last day.
Additional tips about ghosts:
7. Ghosts cannot be killed and can only be sealed or exiled. Destroying the ghost's body can cause the ghost to suffer certain damage and hinder its ability to move, and it will also arouse the hatred of the ghost. In addition, for some special situations, ghosts will also have greater hatred towards some people. Including: using the collection; sabotaging the ghost's murderous actions; escaping from the ghost's pursuit. The following three kinds of collections will also increase the ghost's hatred: using the Bagua Wooden Sword to stab the ghost; using the Appearance of Nothing to be discovered by the ghost at close range; using pain memory to hinder the ghost's actions.
This rule reminder is complete, I wish you all a happy journey! 】
The last message was received, and everyone read it within a minute. The couple squatted in a room on the second floor, and ran out in a hurry after reading the message.
"Why did you come out?" Lu Ning had been walking around outside and asked immediately when he saw the looks on the two people's faces.
"These things...can't be used indiscriminately!"
The couple was a little panicked. Lu Ning had already finished reading the message, stuffed her phone into her pocket, and immediately started walking to the balcony as planned.
"It's the last day, don't you just wait to be killed? There's no need to consider the side effects. Just do what you have to do, and we will leave alive."
The black mist invaded from the roof and soon condensed into a solid body on the third floor. It walked directly towards the stairs, but found a figure at the other end of the third floor.
Hong Zehao held the wooden sword, assumed a fighting stance, and stared at Heiwu with a serious face. However, the ghost did not show any fear, let out a muddy roar, and slowly floated towards Hong Zehao.
Taking this as a signal, the battle begins.
Ling Yan jumped out of the window, and behind her, dense black threads like hair emerged from the shadows, launching a crazy attack with an aura that was about to cut people into pieces. It only took one or two tests for Ling Yan to discover that this ghost's mobility was actually very poor. The kind of attack that lurked in the shadows was obviously an ambush. Once he started attacking like this, his direction was revealed.
Among all the people, Ling Yan was the only one who had stabbed a ghost with the Bagua Wood Sword. She was the ghost's number one target of hatred. She did not waste this effect. She was the first to pull out the most difficult one to guard against among the six ghosts. Main house.
"Everyone, I'm relying on you from behind!"
Ling Yan shouted and ran outside with a black shadow like mud.
In the kitchen, Uncle Xing sat on a simple chair, holding a shotgun and gently wiping the butt and barrel. His expression was extremely focused, and the wrinkles on his face were gathered together due to his slightly narrowed eyes, making him look older.
Suddenly, the wall behind Uncle Xing began to squirm slightly, and a human-like silhouette began to appear on the wall. Two sharp claws protruded from the wall and approached quietly.
--boom!
The shotgun roared, and the firelight illuminated the room for an instant. The ghost that emerged from the wall was shot back into the wall, making a howling sound like metal scraping.
"Aka."
Uncle Xing muttered, but no complete sentence came out of his hoarse throat. However, when he raised his head, his eyes seemed to reflect the light of flames.
That's a battlefield.
