Chapter 106: Yang Jian, who was dressed in human skin by a ghost, discovered that his house had been

Chapter 106: Yang Jian, who was dressed in human skin by a ghost, discovered that his house had been

Chapter 106: Yang Jian, who was dressed in human skin by a ghost, discovered that his house had been robbed.

Han Mo used gold to block the ghost eye's vision, although this was indeed a good approach.

But facing Zhang Hao, this is obviously not enough.

After all, for Zhang Hao, the ghost eye only represents the simplest rule to trigger.

As Zhang Hao released the ghost den, the black and white ghost den covered the surroundings, and strange black and white photos fell from the sky.

Looking at these black and white photos falling like rain, Han Mo felt uneasy for some reason.

The people in the black and white portraits seemed to come alive at this moment.

The person in the photo was clearly staring straight ahead with lifeless eyes, but Han Mo sensed a sense of being watched.

As more and more photos fell, Han Mo even felt the same depressed feeling as before reappearing in his body.

“The people in those photos are alive and they are looking at me.”

Such an absurd thought suddenly appeared in Han Mo's mind.

Han Mo inexplicably recalled his past experiences in the ghost painting world. At that time, they seemed to have seen a black and white portrait.

However, what they encountered at that time was a portrait of an old man, while now these black and white portraits are of Zhang Hao.

"Damn it."

Han Mo frowned. He couldn't lock himself in a golden body bag.

The ghost in front of him is intelligent. Putting himself into a body bag is tantamount to waiting for death.

However, even as he was thinking, he felt the terrifying gravity becoming stronger and stronger.

It seemed that as more and more black and white photos fell, the gravity brought by these sights began to accumulate, making him almost unable to move.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

In the dark streets, horrible wails were heard, as if countless evil spirits were beginning to howl.

The intermittent and overlapping crying sounds made Han Mo unable to hold back the tears on his face and they flowed down.

In an instant, Han Mo felt that he had lost control of his body, and an incomprehensible and terrifying spirit was taking over his body.

The golden body bag that Han Mo had been holding in front of him fell to the ground. Han Mo knelt on the ground and appeared in front of Zhang Hao like a boneless sponge.

"died?"

After the last experience, Zhang Hao saw Han Mo's soft and boneless appearance, so he quickly walked forward and grabbed him.

As expected, the evil spirit in Han Mo's body disappeared again. This guy seemed to have escaped from here through some incomprehensible means, leaving only a layer of empty human skin.

"But this time there's no Liu San to help you clean up the human skin. Let me see what secrets are hidden in this human skin you left behind."

Zhang Hao lifted Han Mo up. His skin looked like it had been peeled off alive, and was stained with blood.

There seems to be some special supernatural power in this blood.

"It should be some kind of curse or medium. The whole human skin looks like a real evil spirit."

Zhang Hao held the human skin and observed it for a while before drawing a conclusion.

“It seems like there will be a recovery.”

Zhang Hao sensed the movement coming from the human skin. The skin seemed to be wriggling and trying to stick to Zhang Hao.

But in Zhang Hao's hands, it was suppressed, unable to revive, and could never truly move.

"In that case, let me see the effect."

Zhang Hao threw the human skin at the body of the bride in her wedding dress.

This time, the human skin moved quickly after it came into contact with the corpse.

The skin flowed along the outer garment of the human bride's corpse and slowly stuck to the skin of the corpse.

Soon, the human skin wrapped the entire body, and it seemed to replace the skin of the bride's body.

Soon, the bride's body, which had been lying on the ground, stood up.

She exuded a strange and cold aura, and as she walked forward, she left behind a series of sunken footprints.

Zhang Hao watched the bride's body leave from behind. In the black and white world, strange figures were left behind wherever she walked.

These figures look 70% similar to Han Mo, and it seems that they have some relationship with Han Mo.

Zhang Hao controlled himself in the black and white world and attacked those figures, but found that it had no effect on the bride covered in human skin.

"It seems that this should be the side effect of Han Mo's control of this ghost."

"Although one can leave after death through some means, the human skin left behind will revive like a ghost."

"And the feeling I get from this human skin is that its horror is probably only half that of Han Mo himself. Perhaps the supernatural power in Han Mo will also be weakened by this piece of human skin."

"And my attack on those ghosts had no effect on this piece of human skin, so perhaps the medium corresponding to these ghosts should be that Han Mo."

"Shedding ghosts, ghosts ward off disasters, the shed human skin will inherit half of the original body's supernatural powers."

Zhang Hao just watched the piece of human skin go away, with no intention of imprisoning the other party.

From now on, there will be one more terrifying ghost bride in the real world, which will just help him attract the attention of some interested people and bring more trouble to Han Mo.

"Oh, and there's this human head cane."

Zhang Hao returned to the place where Han Mo died and picked up the human head crutch that Han Mo was holding.

This crutch is very similar to the one that Old Qin used to beat Zhang Hao, but they are not the same one.

Zhang Hao picked it up, waved it vigorously a few times, and then realized the function of this crutch.

His identity as a ghost gives him a natural advantage when it comes to identifying the effects of supernatural items.

Just like the lit ghost candle will naturally attract Zhang Hao, after the surrogate doll is activated, it will affect Zhang Hao's visual judgment.

After getting these supernatural items, Zhang Hao naturally knew how to use them just like plugging a USB drive into a computer.

This human head stick should have the magical power to kill anyone it hits, and it does not require the target to be hit, as it can be triggered by sound.

When you swing this human head stick, the sonic boom will hit the corresponding person, causing the person who hears the sound to suffer a fatal attack.

However, the side effects are also obvious. This sonic boom is an indiscriminate attack.

Even those who launch attacks will be attacked in the same way when they attack.

In addition to immortal ghosts, perhaps a ghost rider like Han Mo who has the ability to divert attacks, or a ghost rider who has the ability to reboot can use this supernatural item.

"But it just so happens that we are lacking a condolence stick, so this one is suitable."

Zhang Hao put away the stick and continued to walk outside with the ghost bride.

The fact that Han Mo can appear in this place means that this place is not too far from reality.

On the other side, DJI City.

A dummy covered with human skin suddenly blinked strangely and then began to move.

Soon, a cold voice sounded in the direction.

"Another death, this time the human skin has not been processed yet, it's troublesome."

However, just as he finished his words, his body suddenly fell to the ground, as if he had been attacked by something. It was only after a long time that he stood up again.

"Cough cough cough."

The cold aura on him was fading away, and the mannequin gradually turned into Han Mo's appearance, but this time he had an expression as if he had eaten shit.

Because he felt that the supernatural power in his body was slipping away and being stolen by a ghost.

"The human skin has been controlled by a ghost. We need to deal with it as soon as possible."

Han Mo had lost human skin before. After the human skin revived, it would instinctively chase Han Mo.

At that time, the piece of human skin was controlled by an evil ghost. After stealing half of Han Mo's supernatural power, and with another ghost controlling it, it became even more terrifying than Han Mo.

And most importantly, Han Mo has the problem of a resurrected evil spirit, but that piece of human skin does not have the problem of a resurrected evil spirit.

Later, Han Mo asked some ghost riders for help and only then did he successfully recover the human skin.

But this time, Han Mo did not dare to act rashly.

In that town, there is not only his own human skin, but also the Red and White Devils.

"I hope it won't be the worst."

Han Mo shook his head and left his room. He needed to find a way to control the new evil spirit and make up for his lost supernatural powers.

At the same time, Zhongjiang City.

A beautiful woman wearing a red cheongsam stepped into the city.

She came to a street in the old city of Zhongjiang City. Deep in the street was a Chinese medicine shop, which was very old.

It seems that this Chinese medicine shop has been here since the day this street appeared, and its existence is the childhood memory of many elderly residents. It seems that if this street lacks this Chinese medicine shop, everything will become meaningless.

now.

At the street entrance, a woman with a pale face, cold temperament and gentle eyes was looking at everything around her with nostalgia.

Her bright cheongsam and beautiful appearance made her stand out from this old street, as if she shouldn't be there.

Normally, the appearance of such a beauty in an old neighborhood should attract the attention of many men, but her appearance did not attract the attention of passers-by nearby and was subconsciously ignored.

The old streets look out of place with the nearby modern high-rise buildings. The bluestone bricks, whose edges have been smoothed over time, bear witness to the development of the city.

The Chinese medicine shop is located in the best location in the middle of the street.

Everything is old, but the sign of the Chinese medicine shop is new, as if it was just changed not long ago.

"I really miss it. Among all the places, this street is the only one that has not changed at all."

The woman spoke softly and walked towards the Chinese medicine shop deep in the street.

When she reached the end of the street, she stood at the door and looked at everything inside the Chinese medicine shop.

However, an invisible force blocked her from seeing everything inside clearly. She could only see some outlines.

"What are you doing here?"

An elderly voice was heard from the Chinese medicine shop, and judging by the tone, it seemed like a question.

moment.

The dim Chinese medicine shop was immediately illuminated, and all the darkness was swept away.

At the same time, several oil lamps and candles in the pharmacy were lit at the same time, but what was flickering on them were not ordinary flames, but light green ghost fires.

At this time, a voice was heard, and from the back of the pharmacy, an old man who looked like an old Chinese doctor walked out slowly with a cane.

The old man was accompanied by a woman in her thirties, a beautiful woman with a plump figure and graceful manner.

It’s just because she hasn’t seen the sun for many years and her skin is too white, the woman’s temperament is a little cold.

The old man wore sunglasses, was blind, had age spots on his face, was extremely thin, and exuded a dead aura.

Even if you get closer, you can faintly smell the stench of a rotting corpse, but this stench is masked by a stronger smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and it is impossible to distinguish it unless you are careful.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

When the cheongsam woman saw the old man, she did not show any dissatisfaction with his questioning.

Perhaps just as the old man in front of her said, she really shouldn't come here at this time.

"You are not her."

"Well, forget it, just tell me why you're here. Nothing's wrong. You should know that you're not suitable to come to my place."

The old man looked at the cheongsam woman for a long time and sighed quietly, as if he was helpless and nostalgic.

"My shop is for young people."

"I am indeed not her. Just call me Sister Hong. This is my new name in this era." Sister Hong smiled helplessly.

In fact, she has quite a lot of memories and emotions about Zhang Youhong in her mind.

But it was obvious that the old man in front of her did not recognize her current identity as Zhang Youhong.

"I came here this time because I have something to discuss with you. Have you heard of the Red and White Devils?" Sister Hong said solemnly.

"I've heard about this. Some young people who come to me to buy medicine talk about this ghost."

The old man nodded slightly, his cloudy eyes showing some doubts: "Is there any problem with this?"

"I met the bride in the old house. She had mastered the ghost painting and entered the red room."

Zhang Youhong said in a serious tone: "Beside her, there is a crying ghost, who also cried for Luo Qian. It seems to be intelligent."

"I asked some new-age ghost masters, and they said that the bride and the mourning ghost are the Red and White Devils."

"Is there any problem with this? In this era, people are becoming more and more like ghosts, and ghosts are becoming more and more like people." The old man looked at Sister Hong calmly.

"I think you should understand this principle. Some people control ghosts for too long, and slowly they become ghosts themselves."

"If you want me to deal with it, then it's totally unnecessary. After all, I only have a few years left to live."

Hearing this, Sister Hong paused and looked at the other party in confusion. It seemed that the personality of this old medicine man was different from the one in Zhang Youhong's memory.

In Zhang Youhong's memory, shouldn't Zhang Baihua be the person most willing to help the younger generation?

"Don't look at me like that. People change. When we were young, we wouldn't be willing to compromise with supernatural events like this."

Zhang Baihua looked at Zhang Youhong and shook his head calmly, "In this new era, I have not yet met someone who can make me leave with peace of mind."

"I can't die before I see the person I want to see."

"Otherwise, if the younger generation has no one to guide them, who knows what the world will become."

"It's just a ghost with wisdom. Haven't you seen this kind of strange creature many times? You should trust the wisdom of the younger generation."

"Unless you have to, don't count on me."

Upon hearing this, Sister Hong wanted to say something, but when the words reached her lips, she turned into silence.

"If you are really worried, go to Taiping Ancient Town. The necromancer may be able to help you."

Zhang Baihua looked at Sister Hong for a long time, and finally spoke softly.

“Although I am a junior and my creations are not as good as those incense sticks in the old house, they are still useful.”

Hearing this, Sister Hong was silent for a long time, then nodded and left the street.

Zhang Youhong died too early. In the years since her death, Zhang Baihua has gained decades of experience, and his mentality and thoughts have undergone tremendous changes.

"Master, are you really not going to care about her?"

After Sister Hong left, the woman behind Zhang Baihua asked.

"Don't worry about her. Although she doesn't have the strength she once had, she still has experience. If she really wants to deal with a certain ghost, there is always a way. It's just a little troublesome."

Zhang Baihua just shook his head slightly, and the Chinese medicine shop became dark again, and the oil lamp burning with a ghostly green light went out.

And at this time, in another place.

Yang Jian successfully left the ancient house, asked Ye Zhen for help, and successfully dealt with the problem of the ghost post office.

However, when he returned to Dachang City, he discovered that his home had been robbed.

"Brother Tui, let me tell you, for some unknown reason, blood suddenly started to drop in the bell tower of Guanjiang Community half a month ago."

In front of the black and white Shangtong Building, Zhang Wei was describing everything he saw in vivid detail.

"As the double-gun gold bearer, Ah Wei, I immediately concluded that something supernatural was going on there."

"What a pity! After I went up to check, I only found a pool of blood on the bell tower, and nothing else."

When Yang Jian heard what Zhang Wei said, he felt like the sky was falling.

A strong red light emerged from his body, covering the entire Shangtong Building. He came to the safe house where he stored supernatural items.

However, everything inside, whether it was the ghost mirror or the ghost candle, had disappeared.

Yang Jian, who was not giving up, immediately used the ghost den to go to Guanjiang Community.

Unfortunately, the ghost cabinet he had originally placed on the clock tower had long disappeared, and just as Zhang Wei said, there was only a pool of blood on the ground with a supernatural aura.

He was very familiar with this kind of bloodstain. It was his first time doing business with the Ghost Cabinet, and the blood he saw was the way he tested the Ghost Cabinet's trading rules.

Moreover, this kind of blood is very similar to the ghost blood outside Dachang City.

"The ghost cabinet was stolen, and the Shangtong Building was also invaded. Is it the Red and White Devils?"

"According to Zhang Wei, it was half a month ago, and it took me more than a day to get off the supernatural bus."

"That is to say, as soon as I left, the Red and White Devils stole the ghost cabinet and the ghost mirror."

Suddenly, Yang Jian remembered that the Red and White Devils had been behaving well in the ancient house.

During that time, the Red and White Devils seemed to have never attacked them except for entering the red room. The only time was when they used the Ghost Den and accidentally saw the ghost painting.

However, even in this situation, he was not attacked.

Originally, Yang Jian thought that it was because the old man in the ancient house was too terrifying, but now it seems that the Red and White Devils were probably just waiting for him to open the room.

After thinking through all this, Yang Jian felt a chill down his spine.

Every move of mine was planned by a ghost. This was too terrifying.

Just thinking about it makes people feel desperate and scared.

(End of this chapter)