Wang Chaling's body stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and a strange old man stood in front of him.
The eyeless eyes were staring directly at Wang Chaling. One person and one ghost had maintained this posture for more than ten days and nearly twenty days.
The confrontation of consciousness is a very long process. It would be very dangerous for other ghost masters, but Wang Chaling is different.
He is the third generation of the Wang family. After his parents died, there were four terrifying dead souls surrounding him.
Even if his consciousness falls into silence, as long as he has not truly died, the dead soul will always protect him.
Moreover, in this supernatural place, there are not only dead souls, but also an old man from the Republic of China period staying here.
Within these ten days.
The ghosts of the Wang family became more and more quiet from the initial restlessness, guarding Wang Chaling's side and resisting the evil ghosts in Zhuangzi.
Weird changes have been going on, and an illusory body has been in front of Wang Chaling.
The shadow looks very fragile, and a large part of it seems to be on the verge of collapse, disintegrating from time to time, and then condensing again.
The shape and clothing of the body were exactly the same as Wang Chaling's. The only thing worth mentioning was probably the head.
On the surface of the head, all the skin was peeled off, and there was no flesh and blood on the black skull, just like a stained skeleton.
"Bang~!"
The old man's ghost waved his hand, and some of the shadows that began to overlap with Wang Chaling's body were directly dispersed.
This scene has happened dozens of times in the past ten days. Whenever the shadow wants to get close to Wang Chaling, it will be mercilessly shot away by the dead soul.
Wang Chaling's body suddenly trembled, as if it was a signal, and the illusory figure began to collapse at an extremely fast speed.
Black blood flowed from the eye sockets of the eyeless old man, and his head turned at an incredible angle to avoid looking at Wang Chaling.
The cyan ghost realm forcibly illuminated this dark area, as if replacing the dark Zhuangzi.
"I succeeded." Wang Chaling's voice was as gentle as ever, but without any emotion.
This is the price of controlling the supernatural. The influence is mutual. He tried to influence the ghost through his own consciousness, and the ghost was also affecting Wang Chaling's consciousness through the supernatural.
In the presence of Meng Xiaodong, Wang Chaling chose to take a gamble and directly have a supernatural collision of consciousness in a supernatural place.
He has his own considerations.
Although it is simple to bring back the ghosts, the follow-up problems cannot be guaranteed. The dangers are still dangers, and the help of consciousness is very limited in dealing with the dead souls.
Although the supernatural land is dangerous, the souls of the dead can resist the attacks of evil ghosts, which makes it less difficult.
Furthermore, there is the presence of Meng Xiaodong. This old man is relatively friendly to the new era of ghost controllers. Li Leping, the person in charge of Dachuan City, has interacted with him before, and he had a good attitude towards Wang Chaling before.
Therefore, Wang Chaling bet that the other party would take the initiative to help him for the sake of the Wang family and his planning and hard work when he was unable to succeed.
He knew what would happen if he lost the bet, but since he chose to become a ghost controller, there was no turning back.
This kind of thing will not be the norm in the rest of life, but it will definitely not be too rare. If there is a big boss around this time, he will not dare to gamble, let alone later.
The results are gratifying. .
The resurrected consciousness of the deceiver ghost partially merged with Wang Chaling's self-consciousness, and then the remaining part was changed by Wang Chaling, and endured the attack of the ghost's consciousness on his behalf.
This inspiration came from the strange consciousness that suddenly entered his body before. Li Gui bore the attack on Wang Chaling's behalf.
He fell into silence again, and Wang Chaling's self-consciousness, which was merged with part of his consciousness, had an absolute self.
During this period of time, you can continue to deceive and modify your self-awareness into that silent consciousness.
"I'm still not an outlier, but the beginning of this road has already opened up for me." Wang Chaling analyzed his status.
The beginning of the path of alienation has been opened to him. As long as he is willing to go on, it is only a matter of time before he becomes an alien.
But what he wanted was not that simple.
"Continuously adding ghosts to increase the level of terror was the path of the Republic of China. Part of my plan was to take this path, so it was destined that I would not be able to take a purely alien path."
Aliens are not omnipotent. The ghost consciousness still exists, but it is difficult to revive, but it is not impossible to revive.
The more complete the puzzle is, the stronger the deceiver's consciousness will be, and the harder it will be for him to suppress it.
But these are still far away. Although Wang Chaling has plans, they still need to be constantly improved. Now he is just thinking about it.
"Everything that needs to be done has been done. Now it's time to restrict this ghost place." Wang Chaling analyzed the situation and did not go into details.
Although it is impossible to determine the time, he will definitely spend a lot of time on the conscious confrontation. It is also time to solve this artificially caused loss of control.
The collision between the evil ghosts, the deceiving ghost who once again completed the puzzle fell silent, and the evil ghost who launched the attack was naturally not much better.
Although the eyeless old man was not in a state of death, he was also put into a state of silence and would no longer affect Wang Chaling.
Without the eyeless old man to stop him, Wang Chaling easily walked to the old ancestral hall in front of him.
The ancestral hall is not as dark as the outside world. A few white candles are burning in the corners, providing some light to the surroundings.
Four benches were placed horizontally on the right side of the door, just hidden by the door. A black coffin was placed on the benches.
The lid of the black coffin was flipped aside, exposing the space inside. Wang Chaling walked in to take a look.
Inside the black coffin was a bed of blood-colored cotton wool and a pillow. There were dents to varying degrees on them, and when connected, there was a trace of a human figure.
"Mr. Li's body is gone." Wang Chaling's eyes moved slightly, looking at the overturned coffin with an ugly expression.
It is said that the dead are the most important. The old man spent the rest of his life in this ghost place in order to suppress the supernatural. Even the corpse was never buried in order to ensure balance.
In the end, he ended up like this. It wouldn't matter if someone else was Wang Chaling. If it was profitable, he could do such a thing, but at least Mr. Li also had some connections with the Wang family.
Whether you call him hypocritical or double-standard, in short, he has taken note of this matter, and both the person and the church have to be "taught a lesson".
Wang Chaling walked around to the other side of the coffin. A brazier was placed on the ground, with some things burning inside.
Two rickety figures knelt down near the brazier, one on the left and the other on the right. Their hands kept moving, and they kept putting some "paper" into it.
"Paladin Kanvin and Judgment Knight Raph, if it's the two of them, it wouldn't be surprising to be able to enter here."
Wang Chaling asked the two figures to "take the initiative" to stand up and saw each other's faces clearly. They were neither strangers.
Paladin Kanvin and Judgment Knight Raph are both ghost masters who have controlled three powerful ghosts. Together with the supernatural items passed down in the church, they can be said to be the strongest people in the church.
"The ghosts are all gone. Were they taken away?" Wang Chaling didn't care about the corpses. What he cared about was their ghosts.
The two of them had a total of six ghosts, but now none of them were missing. This was not good news in a place like this.
at this time.
"Bang~!"
The departure of the corpse seemed to interrupt some kind of fragile balance. The brazier in front of him suddenly burst into flames one or two feet high, touching the top of the ancestral hall.
Wang Chaling took a few steps back. The coins held in the corpse were flying all over the sky. A large number of coins seemed to fill every room in the ancestral hall.
A strange smell began to permeate the room, an unpleasant corpse odor mixed with a special fragrance.
Something is wrong.
The green ghost realm filled the air, isolating Wang Chaling from this special fragrance, but the ghost coin still existed, floating inside the ghost realm.
Tread...tap...tread...
The dull sound of footsteps echoed around, and a bloody hand suddenly reached out to Wang Chaling's shoulder.
Bang~!
The mother's dead soul blocked the incoming palm. Wang Chaling turned around violently. The ghost coins in front of him instantly dissipated, and the stick in his hand hit something behind.
No sense of reality?
Wang Chaling frowned, a bad premonition came to his heart, and the short stick in his hand became extremely hot.
Without hesitation, he directly threw the short stick in his hand towards his grandfather, while he retreated to his grandmother's side.
It has been hovering on the edge of the brazier and suddenly dropped a lot. At the place where Wang Chaling hit it just now, and on the short stick, a group of flames suddenly emerged and spread at an unimaginable speed.
The fire spread quickly, and the coins that filled the entire ancestral hall were its burning medium.
"Even the ghost realm has a tendency to be set on fire? This thing couldn't really be from the Caesar Hotel, right?"
Wang Chaling experienced Yang Jian's ghost realm in Dachang City, and once again added a piece of ghosts to the puzzle. Even if the deceiver ghost and the modifier ghost are not ghosts who specialize in ghost realms, according to speculation, their strength should not be less than The fourth level of Yang Jian's ghost eye is the ghost realm.
But it was only the ghost realm that was ignited. The flames on the short stick in Grandpa Wang Chaling's hand had gradually been extinguished under the suppression of terror.
The cyan light covered a large space, but the edges were always in a state of collapse, being continuously shrunk by Wang Chaling.
Feeling some information from his mother, Wang Chaling shrank the ghost realm and moved towards the coffin.
At the edge of the ghost realm, the collision between the flames and the ghost realm revealed subtle differences from those in the ancestral hall.
"grandfather!"
Arriving next to the black coffin, Wang Chaling shouted and jumped into the ghost coffin. The lid of the coffin that was overturned automatically closed.
The terrifying dead soul stood in front of the ghost coffin, its black and white palms wrapped with a large amount of flames, and then, it fiercely slapped the ghost coffin.
Everything in the ancestral hall began to twist, and the flames twisted into human bodies, and then "disappeared".
In less than ten seconds, all the flames in the entire room disappeared, leaving no trace of the flames.
Then came the Ming coins, which began to dissipate into a wisp of white mist, and finally only what was left in the hands of the two corpses.
Finally, there was the coffin. The closed coffin lid was violently lifted, and Wang Chaling inside and the four dead souls guarding the four corners of the coffin disappeared.
Bang~!
The door of the ancestral hall slammed shut, and the candles burning in the corner were extinguished one by one. Only two corpses were left kneeling quietly next to the ghost coffin. A piece of Ming coins was put into the brazier in front, maintaining a little firelight.
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An ancestral hall is still an ancestral hall.
Wang Chaling opened the coffin lid, climbed out, and looked at the surrounding environment, including candles, corpses, braziers...even the location of the coffin lid he opened, the layout was exactly the same as before.
The only difference is that there is more soil and more ghosts here.
"These are the ghosts that ran out before." Wang Chaling glanced at them and found that these ghosts were in poor condition.
Most of them were in a silent state, and some were even dead. It was completely different from the previous ones that could launch an attack just after they came out.
"This house has a suppressive effect on evil spirits." Wang Chaling looked at his parents. Although they were the same as usual, his actions were a little sluggish.
As soon as he got out of the coffin, he kept his grandmother by his side to protect him and resisted the oppression, so he didn't notice this abnormality at the first time.
"Looking at the number of descendants of the Wang family, they should be three generations old. Time flies so fast."
An old voice suddenly came out of the door, bringing back some impressions deep in Wang Chaling's memory.
But he did not respond. Instead, he asked his grandfather to open the door of the ancestral hall. The dazzling light shone into the ancestral hall, making Wang Chaling squint his eyes.
At the entrance of the ancestral hall, a bamboo cane chair is placed there, next to it is a bamboo table.
There are two tea cups on it, one is held by an old hand, and the other is still emitting steam.
A body quickly solidified next to Wang Chaling, and a modified consciousness was put into the body by Wang Chaling using deception as a medium.
"Mr. Li."
"Wang Chaling" sat on the chair on the other side, and at the old man's signal, he picked up the cup of tea that was still steaming.
The old man turned sideways and looked at "Wang Chaling" sitting next to him, and chuckled: "You kid, you are quite cautious."
"Boy from the Wang family, don't worry. Although Xiao Li is dead, he still leaves some consciousness in the world."
It was Meng Xiaodong's voice. Wang Chaling followed the sound and looked into the distance. An old man carrying a basket was standing in front of him.
"Xiao Li, I feel sorry for you about what happened this time." Immediately afterwards, Meng Xiaodong said to the man on the chair.
"It's all to solve the supernatural resurrection. It's just a burial ground. It's a good thing that it can be used by future generations."
"Furthermore, if it weren't for Xiao Xianguang, I don't know how long my remaining consciousness will have to sleep, and it may just die." The old man didn't seem to care that he had been robbed, and said casually.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Wang Chaling looked calm, and the body sitting on the chair suddenly disappeared.
