The black and white old man took a step forward, stretched out his hands forward, and clenched them, as if he was pulling something.
Bang~!
It was the sound of the bamboo chair being touched.
The old man's face was ferocious, completely devoid of the kind look that Wang Chaling saw through the manufactured body.
The same was true for Granny Meng, her eyes were vicious, as if she had tempered a knife, and she looked straight at Wang Chaling, as if she wanted to cut Wang Chaling into pieces with a thousand knives.
In an instant, the old man's expression calmed down, he turned towards Granny Meng and pounced on her fiercely.
Tear~!
Wang Chaling seemed to hear such a sound, like a scroll being forcibly torn open.
This is also true.
A crack across the sky and the earth was forcibly torn out by the Wang family generation. The scene in front of them continued to dissipate, and some ashes like burning paper continued to fall from the sky and disappear.
Wang Chaling found himself in an ancestral hall again. At the feet of the dead souls of the Wang family, there was a painting that had been torn in half and was being annihilated at an extremely fast speed.
A corpse with arms covered in bruises and a human face with a bitter look lay quietly at the feet of the dead soul.
Ghost painting?
No, it's not. If it were a real ghost painting, this supernatural place would have been destroyed long ago. Then Wang Chaling could still come to capture the ghosts.
Even if the ghost painting incident is missing the most important thing, it can still wander outside for so many years. Even if there is a reason why the top old man is unwilling to take action, it can also prove that the ghost painting is indeed extremely terrifying.
This magical place cannot be stopped.
Not only are the paintings here not ghost paintings, they may have been processed by some means to isolate the perception of ghost painting events from the outside world.
Wang Chaling glanced at the wall in front of him. There were more than ten paintings hanging on it. They were basically traditional ink paintings, and they basically depicted scenes in the ghost village.
Ancestral halls, residences, ponds, stone bridges, mass graves... there are as few as two figures in them, as many as three or even a dozen.
Wang Chaling knew that the characters in it were all powerful ghosts. They used paintings to restrict ghosts and imitated the use of ghost paintings.
To a certain extent, one of the most valuable things in the entire ghost village is probably these paintings.
The first is the method of isolating ghost paintings. This alone can attract the attention of many ghost controllers.
Furthermore, each painting not only contains many evil ghosts, but it can also be used to imprison evil ghosts and use ghosts to restrain ghosts.
As long as its internal balance is not broken, it can be maintained for a long time and can even be used against the enemy at certain moments.
"Originally, I was quite curious about what Zhang Xianguang was looking for here, but now I understand."
Taoyuan plan.
The most important thing is whether the ghost painting is controllable. The ghost painting is in an uncontrollable state and can force people into it.
That is not the Taoyuan plan to avoid the supernatural, but a massacre plan to kill people on a large scale.
But now is not the time to think about this. Wang Chaling fixed his gaze on the last painting on the right.
The painting shows a coffin, a brazier, and three people kneeling beside the brazier. One of them is in a suit and leather shoes and wearing glasses.
"Want me to die?"
Wang Chaling looked at the person in the painting, sneered, strode forward, put on the gold-woven gloves, and took down the painting.
Ashes are spreading.
After the painting was taken down, large areas of ashes centered on the painting and began to spread to the surroundings.
The cyan light ripples, easily isolating the ashes trying to get close to itself. After all, it is just an imitation.
Although some functions are similar to ghost paintings, which can imprison evil ghosts in paintings, they do not have the ability of ghost paintings to suppress ghost realms.
The cyan light continued to extend and disappeared directly into the painting. Wang Chaling carried four dead souls and disappeared into the painting together.
It is still an ancestral hall.
Only this time, the coffin lid was still on the black coffin, but it had not been closed, and there was still no body in the black coffin.
Beside the brazier next to the black coffin, the two corpses were still guarding there, but they were no longer the two foreigners.
Instead, there were two middle-aged people wearing Republican costumes, a man and a woman, standing by the brazier, throwing things in their hands into the brazier from time to time.
It's just that the portrait of Wang Chaling I saw before has no counterpart here.
"Old Li's strength is limited, so he can look like this. The wandering corpse should be in this painting."
"Find the body and put it in the black coffin. Mr. Li's method should be effective and the loss of control should be resolved."
Even so, Wang Chaling still used two answers in a row because he was not sure whether his idea was right.
A supernatural place that is artificially out of control is different from a supernatural place that continuously resurrects and invades reality. In the latter, the ghosts have recovered to a certain extent and the methods left by the residents have become ineffective. In the former, they were simply invaded by outsiders, causing some of the methods to become ineffective. .
Later, if people wanted to temporarily control the supernatural land, they only needed to find the point where the balance was destroyed and find a way to restore it.
But generally speaking, reality cannot be exactly like what is recorded in the Wang family's books.
"No matter what, find the body first!"
Wang Chaling took out a white ghost candle. The white ghost candle that others avoided was far more useful to him than the red ghost candle.
Many supernatural events are not impossible to deal with, but the source of the evil ghost cannot be found. The hidden abilities of many evil ghosts are not necessarily directly proportional to their own terror.
If he were in an outside ghost village, Wang Chaling would not light a white ghost candle, as it would attract a large number of evil ghosts and increase his workload for no reason.
But this imitation of supernatural portraits does not have this problem. Although the space within each painting is unstable, it can still isolate the spread of the white ghost candle's light.
After lighting the ghost candle and placing it at the entrance of the ancestral hall, Wang Chaling retreated to the interior of the ancestral hall and observed the changes at the entrance.
First minute.
There were no changes, and the special things in the ancestral hall were all quiet, without any out-of-control situations.
"The internal balance is still maintained, ensuring that the evil ghosts will not act and the white ghost candle cannot attract them."
This scene was what Wang Chaling had expected. After all, the white ghost candle only attracted ghosts, but did not "excit" the evil ghosts.
If the evil ghost who was artificially arranged to be in balance was attracted away so easily, then the method would be meaningless.
In the third minute, the white ghost candle was still burning. One white ghost candle persisted for a long time, and there was still no change.
…………
Ten minutes.
Woo...woo...woo...
A familiar whine sounded in Wang Chaling's ears. Li Gui's consciousness changed after he was suppressed, and Wang Chaling forcibly suppressed him again.
The strange and cold voice seemed to echo around Wang Chaling, but he did not take action, but looked outside the door.
The cold candlelight seemed to be affected by something, and the weak flame kept swaying, as if it would go out at any time.
Huh~!
Wang Chaling clearly heard such a sound, as if an invisible person was blowing a ghost candle.
The weak flames failed to last for a few seconds, and thick darkness instantly invaded the area.
The green ghost realm isolates a space, but darkness still exists. Wang Chaling hides in the space surrounded by his mother and grandma to prevent sudden attacks by evil spirits.
"Grandpa, father, help me find the evil ghosts wandering around." Wang Chaling could practice at will on those previous supernatural events.
But in this place, which may be the core of the loss of control, he did not intend to take risks and use his own abilities to test the ghost.
The old man and the middle-aged man, all in black and white, walked into the darkness with expressionless faces, looking for the ghost that caused the supernatural.
Even if his eyes were temporarily affected by supernatural powers, the rich darkness still blocked Wang Chaling's probing eyes, and the area he could see was only the size of his ghost domain.
"The ghost domain cannot expand its scope, which will reduce its intensity."
In the cyan world, the wisps of black mist look out of place, which is a sign that the ghost realm has been invaded.
"Um?"
Wang Chaling's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked in one direction. The blue ghost realm was being torn apart, and the stinky black water kept pouring in.
A terrifying figure strolled out. He was tall and burly, and a rotten smell spread with him.
"Can even the curse of the Wang family be reproduced? No, no, it's just an appearance. Just like painting, earth, fire, and water, they each have some of the original supernatural characteristics, but they are far inferior."
Looking at the four black and white dead souls behind the tall figure, Wang Chaling looked shocked at first, and then figured it out.
Recreating the supernatural is not a clever method. Luo Qian and Meng Xiaodong have all been reproduced. Although the Wang family curse is special, it cannot escape the scope of the supernatural.
"It's just right. Grandpa and the others don't have to search for it slowly. The body will appear on its own initiative, and then it will be locked up directly."
A wisp of flame appeared at Wang Chaling's fingertips. He flicked it and threw it into the stinky water that was about to spread to his feet.
There are many flames in the ghost village, flames that ignite when exposed to water, and flames in the ancestral hall that use ghost coins as the medium and weak supernatural powers as fuel.
Wang Chaling had previously forcibly seized part of the supernatural power of the previous flame, so it was just right to use it in this place.
The flames were spreading, but it was not just Wang Chaling's own flames. With the tall corpse as the core, a more intense flame began to spread.
Tap~tap~tap~……
The two old men beside Wang Chaling stepped forward at the same time. Wherever the old men passed, the flames were extinguished.
If you want to ignite the souls of these two dead people left behind by the Republic of China, this little flame is not enough. Letting the furnace fire come is just enough.
The tall man's corpse seemed not to notice the two approaching souls, and looked straight at Wang Chaling.
The highly rotten right hand was raised, and black blood kept dripping, blending into the pool of sewage at his feet.
That was not sewage, but a supernatural product formed by the blood dripping from the male corpse.
He waved his right hand gently, as if he was greeting Wang Chaling normally, but it contained a special supernatural power.
"Inviting ghosts, I even got a share of the ghost bride's supernatural powers." Wang Chaling's body shattered on the spot, turning into a ray of blue light and blending into the ghost realm.
The ghosts of Wang Chaling's father and mother had ferocious faces, moving forward and back from time to time.
The moment Wang Chaling realized something was wrong, she had already moved away through the ghost realm, but she failed to move her parents.
"The target of that evil ghost was not me from the beginning, but the souls of my parents." Wang Chaling realized something was wrong.
"Father, come back first, mother, possess me!" He said without hesitation, and a middle-aged man appeared on the black and white photo in his pocket.
The dead soul of his mother entered his body, originating from the curse of his bloodline. It was much easier for Wang Chaling to influence the dead souls of the Wang family. Besides, this was not the ghost's mother-in-law recruiting ghosts. .
At this time, a generation of dead souls had also arrived in front of the male corpse, and two dead souls grabbed the male corpse at the same time.
Black blood stained the dead soul's hands, but they still didn't care and kept pulling at the male corpse.
The dense darkness is dissipating, the light is returning, and Wang Chaling's vision is constantly recovering.
Li Gui is restricted, but that does not mean that the supernatural land is restricted. Li Gui is the core, but it must return to a key position to be effective.
"Grandpa and grandma took action at the same time. It was not difficult to suppress the male corpse. Even dismemberment was not impossible."
Not all owners of supernatural places are supernormal. Mr. Li has many abilities, but the level of terror is not enough, so it is useless to say anything.
"My purpose is not to dismember this corpse. This will directly disrupt the balance of the corpse and prevent it from serving as the key to balancing the supernatural land."
"Coffin, this black coffin is used to bury Mr. Li. It is most likely the key point. Let's get the body in first."
"If it really doesn't work, then we'll just use the worst option."
There are many ways to restrict the supernatural land, one is to ensure balance, and the other is to deal with all the evil ghosts.
With two dead souls present, Wang Chaling was not worried about the ghosts losing control and moved towards the black coffin without hesitation.
As he approached the black coffin, he was three meters away.
An inexplicable suppressive force began to act on Wang Chaling. The further forward, the stronger the suppressive force became.
It was not only Wang Chaling's body that was suppressed, but also the ghosts he controlled. But the ghosts didn't matter, they were immortal.
But Wang Chaling couldn't do it. Every time he took a step forward, he seemed to hear the bones in his body cracking, and it seemed that they would all break in the next moment.
In front, there were two ghosts or corpses kneeling quietly in front of the coffin to burn something. Seeing this scene, Wang Chaling remembered the painting he had seen before.
Three people knelt in front of the coffin, one of them was Wang Chaling, and the painting seemed to be confirming it.
Is it a prophecy?
No, of course not, the prophecies will basically come true, but here, Wang Chaling glanced at the black coffin with cold eyes, it was just a little bit of confusion.
A bloody candle appeared in his hand, and the dark green candlelight rose up, dispelling the terrifying suppressive force.
"A little over a second."
That's why it is said that red ghost candles are a pediatric resource. In a supernatural event of this level, one red ghost candle will be consumed in less than two seconds.
If Wang Chaling was an ordinary person, he wouldn't be able to do much in this little time, but now Wang Chaling is not an ordinary person.
The ghost realm spread in an instant, and two dead souls appeared on both sides of the black coffin, lifting it up on the left and right.
A dark light flashed across, a short stick penetrated directly through a corpse guarding the coffin, and then... bang!
A flame rose up, and the red candle in his hand burned out.
Ps: The Wang family claims that they can clear the Ghost Lake alone. Although it is a bit exaggerated, not all supernatural places are at the level of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, so it is reasonable to suppress them by force, right?
pps: Regarding updates, courses and experiments take up too much time, and we can only update one to four thousand a day.
