Chapter 148: Battle Development, Reverse Invasion of the Self in Memory

Chapter 148: Battle Development, Reverse Invasion of the Self in Memory

Chapter 148: Battle Development, Reverse Invasion of the Self in Memory
In the dark mourning hall.

At this moment, Yang Jian seemed to have completely sunk into this.

He knelt in front of the coffin, sobbing, his body constantly kowtowed to the coffin, and his face kept changing, sometimes he was a man, sometimes he was a woman.

However, at this moment, a dog barking sounded outside the mourning hall.

"Is this the big wolf dog my father raised?"

The barking of the dog seemed to attract Yang Jian's attention, and his blurry and constantly changing face suddenly returned to Yang Jian's appearance.

Yang Jian looked around, then turned back to look outside the mourning hall.

The big wolfdog seemed to be very far away, but its fierce barking seemed to ring in his ears, reminding Yang Jian that he was not dead.

Along with the barking of dogs, Yang Jian's confused eyes slowly regained some clarity. He seemed to remember his identity, but he was still confused.

He wanted to stand up and walk towards the direction where the sound came from.

But he found that he had been soaked in tears without knowing when, and his body seemed to be pressed down by something, unable to stand up.

"Oh right, I was affected by the supernatural powers of the Red and White Devils. The ghost thing invaded my consciousness through the supernatural power of the Ghost Lake."

Yang Jian seemed to remember, but he was unable to stand up.

Although the barking of dogs continued, but at this time.

It seemed that even the big wolfhound that could suppress Ghost Lake was unable to identify Bai Sha's position when facing him.

"What should I do? If this continues, I will die here sooner or later."

Yang Jian was anxious, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.

The supernatural power on his body was too terrifying, and he was simply unable to resist it at his current state.

Even if it was a ghost dream dog, it could only keep him awake and prevent him from completely sinking into the implanted strange memory.

Just when Yang Jian was in despair, a sigh seemed to be heard in the darkness.

The voice was hoarse, and seemed to be that of an old man.

"Who is it?" Yang Jian raised his head vigilantly and looked around, but did not see anyone.

He looked at the portraits behind the coffins, among which were quite a few of the elderly.

But everything was normal at this time. Although the expression on the portrait was a little strange, there were no other movements.

And after being awakened by the ghost dog, Yang Jian also recalled.

The portraits on this coffin are all his memories.

Each portrait on the coffin represents the memory of a living person that exists among the ghosts.

This is also because ghosts have the ability to invade living people and steal their memories, which has a certain influence on consciousness.

This was why Yang Jian was not killed immediately after being pulled into this memory world.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to wait for the arrival of the Ghost Dream Dog and would have been killed long ago and turned into a ghost in mourning clothes who could only cry.

"Tap Tap!"

Just as Yang Jian was filled with doubt and looking at the portraits around him and the coffin in front of him, footsteps were heard outside the mourning hall.

The footsteps sounded heavy, probably those of an old man. This reminded Yang Jian of the sigh just now.

The sound came from far away and soon appeared outside the mourning hall.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you or your master. Just help your master get rid of the supernatural influence. I will help him recover."

The old man outside the mourning hall stopped and spoke again.

Yang Jian looked back and saw that an old man and a dog appeared outside the mourning hall at some point.

Yang Jian was very familiar with that dog. It was the ghost dog his father left him.

As for the old man, he looked very unfamiliar, and his body seemed somewhat illusory. Yang Jian judged that it should be the ghost summoned by He Yiner.

The other person's face was full of wrinkles. He wore a pair of reading glasses and a Zhongshan suit. He looked like a scholar from the Republic of China period.

"Young man, let me borrow your body for a moment. I will return it to you soon."

The old man noticed Yang Jian's gaze, said something to him, and disappeared at the door.

After the old man disappeared, the ghost dog barked several times at the mourning hall.

Suddenly, the ghost dog pounced on Yang Jian, bit his clothes and dragged his body out of the mourning hall.

Guimeng Gou dragged Yang Jian all the way through the gate of the mourning hall and then through the dark environment outside the mourning hall.

During this period, Yang Jian was unable to move at all. Apart from being able to turn his head left and right, he was unable to make any useful movements.

After being dragged all the way, he didn't know how long it had passed. In the darkness ahead, Yang Jian finally saw a new light.

That was Yang Jian’s hometown, a village that existed in his dreams.

After completely escaping from the darkness, Yang Jian finally resumed his actions.

However, when he stood up, he found that his consciousness could not return to his body at all.

"Wang Wang!"

The ghost dog barked at Yang Jian a few times.

"You mean, the old man just now borrowed my body temporarily?" Yang Jian recalled.

Just now, when the old man brought Guimeng Gou to find me, he also said that he wanted to borrow my body temporarily.

"Okay, with these seniors from the Republic of China helping me, I am happy to have some free time."

Yang Jian had no objection to this. The other person saved his life and was just borrowing his body temporarily.

Moreover, after Yang Jian came into contact with Bai Sha, he realized that the other party was most likely not someone he and others could deal with at the moment.

In this case, isn't it a good idea to hand over the battlefield to these veterans?
Yang Jian looked in a direction not far away.

Although the ghost dream dog successfully dragged him out of the darkness, he did not seem to be completely free of this ghost.

The darkness still existed in Yang Jian’s dream, but it did not invade this side.

The Ghost Dream Dog seemed to be helping Yang Jian to seal this memory that did not belong to him as a nightmare deep in his dreams.

Suddenly, at this moment, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly.

He regained control of his body.

Yang Jian hurriedly asked Guimeng Gou to take him out, but when he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

At this moment, he was under the cold lake, and corpses were approaching him.

"I fell into the ghost lake?"

Yang Jian reacted immediately and hurriedly controlled the four layers of ghost lake spirits on his body, trying to get rid of the lake water.

However, at this moment, the ghost lake spirit on Yang Jian seemed to be connected to the lake water and could not be separated at all.

"It's those nightmares!"

Yang Jian's face looked a little ugly, and he immediately realized the reason why he couldn't separate.

The nightmare that existed deep in his dreams made this lake seem like it was connected to him all the time.

In this case, Bai Sha can always connect to the lake water in his body and erode himself.

The supernatural powers of the two ghost lakes have merged into one at this moment, and Yang Jian is now also a part of this lake.

"Do you want to give up?"

There was a struggle in Yang Jian's eyes. In this situation, the only way to escape from here was to abandon the spiritual power belonging to the Ghost Lake.

In that case, he no longer belonged to the Ghost Lake and could naturally leave.

Yang Jian is not an indecisive person, although he doesn't know what happened or why he is under the lake.

But faced with life and death, he quickly made a choice.

He controlled the lake water to avoid the corpses approaching him and swam towards the surface of the lake.

By the time Yang Jian reached the surface of the lake, one hand had already reached the shore, ready to escape from the water at any time.

He immediately used his ghost ability to separate the spiritual part of his body that belonged to the Ghost Lake.

Without the magic of the Ghost Lake, Yang Jian immediately felt his body falling uncontrollably under the water.

But at this time, Yang Jian hurriedly flipped out of the lake.

Without the ghost of Ghost Lake to distract him, Yang Jian quickly left the lake.

Yang Jian returned to the shore and walked away, while Guimeng Gou helped him clean the lake water spirits that were on his body.

"I finally made it out alive. It wasn't easy."

Yang Jian raised his head and looked around, only to find that the battlefield had changed at some point and had entered a concept that he could not understand.

There was a bright flame burning above Ghost Lake. It was a furnace fire. Yang Jian remembered it very clearly.

"Did Li Jun use this?" Yang Jian looked suspicious.

With such intensity, I'm afraid I'll die if I get infected. Can Li Jun use supernatural powers of this level?

On the lake, there are wooden or iron door panels floating, and strange knocking sounds echo on the lake.

"That's the knock of the knocking ghost."

Yang Jian looked around, but found no useful traces at all.

And at some point, gray paper ash appeared in the sky. It was the ghost cave painted by the ghost. "Yang Jian!"

At this time, it seemed that someone had discovered him.

Surrounded by a ball of green ghost fire, Li Jun soon appeared in front of Yang Jian.

"What's the situation now?" Yang Jian asked hurriedly.

"It's a long story." Li Jun brought Yang Jian and other captains together before speaking.

"The sister Hong you brought with you lit five incense sticks to summon spirits, and found four undead spirits, as well as Sister Hong's previous life. Now they are fighting with Bai Sha."

As he spoke, Li Jun pointed to a woman in a red cheongsam on top of a tall building not far away.

The woman in cheongsam waved her slender hands continuously, and the puppets on the ground below rushed towards the distance one after another.

On the other side, there is a bride in red.

A series of strange portraits fell around the ghost bride. The people in these portraits were strange and looked all kinds of strange.

As the ghost bride raised her hand, terrifying ghosts walked out of the painting.

At the same time, behind the ghost bride, new portraits seemed to be drawn out of thin air by her at this moment.

Then, one by one, elderly people walked out of the portrait.

"Is that a portrait of the Seventh Elder?"

When Yang Jian saw the appearance of those people clearly, his face looked a little ugly.

After carefully examining the things Zhang Youhong summoned under his feet, he discovered that they were puppets of the Seven Elders.

But he was not surprised by this, after all, Zhang Youhong and Qi Lao were teammates.

It’s like the captain of their generation has a necromancer called He Yiner.

It is not difficult to understand that among the Seven Elders there is someone who can summon them after death.

Although, Zhang Youhong's constantly accumulating situation still scared Yang Jian.

But compared to the puppets of the Seven Elders summoned by Zhang Youhong, the current situation of the ghost bride was much more terrifying to Yang Jian.

The ghost bride actually gave birth to painted ghosts that looked like the seven elders, and looking at their behavior after they left, Yang Jian knew that these seven elders definitely had some of the supernatural powers of their original bodies.

"Oh right, those paints from the ghost post office!"

Yang Jian suddenly remembered that the Red and White Devils had invaded the Ghost Post Office.

Now it seems that the reason they entered the Ghost Post Office was probably for these paints.

Through ghost paint, combined with the infinite derivation of ghost paintings, the ability to imitate painted ghosts to look like other people can make it possible to imitate other people infinitely.

Yang Jian stared at the battlefield between Zhang Youhong and the ghost bride.

At this time, one of Luo Wensong's puppets came into contact with the painted ghost.

The puppet man raised his hand and hit the painted ghost.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A horrifying knock on the door sounded when the puppet was over the painted ghost's head, bringing a terrifying and inexplicable supernatural effect to the other party.

However, at this moment, there was no abnormality on the painted ghost's body. Instead, he raised his hand like the puppet.

At this time, after the puppet hit the other party, his body began to strangely become darker.

"The supernatural backlash? Was it transferred to me?"

Zhang Youhong's ghost saw this scene and frowned.

These painted ghosts that imitate the appearance of other people not only imitate the supernatural powers of others, but also carry some kind of supernatural power that can curse the original body.

"You died early, so you didn't know that this bride was very fierce when she was revived."

At this time, an old woman appeared beside Zhang Youhong. She seemed to have noticed the situation below and said to Zhang Youhong.

"Not to mention that she is dead now, even if she was alive, I would not want to mess with this bride."

"If Zhang Dong hadn't been there at the time, we would have had a lot of trouble dealing with her."

Hearing this, Zhang Youhong nodded. "I understand. How long can you hold on?"

Although it was only a brief fight, Zhang Youhong also made a judgment on the situation of the ghost bride.

This thing is probably of a similar type to mine.

He imitates others through puppets, while the ghost bride imitates others through portraits to create painted ghosts. The abilities of both are similar.

It’s just that the ghost drawn by the ghost bride seems to be able to cast some kind of curse on the original body, but the puppet man does not have this ability.

Fortunately, the Ghost Bride doesn't seem to have fully grown up at this time, although she is able to draw other people.

But compared to Zhang Youhong's method of doubling the numbers by four times eight, eight times sixteen, the Ghost Bride's speed in drawing other people was still a bit slow.

This can be considered as Zhang Youhong's chance of winning.

"I can't hold out for long. That thing is very ferocious. The effect of this incense stick is not as good as that of the first generation of necromancers. One minute is already the limit."

"After all, our situation is different from yours. You have this reincarnated host. Although it only lasts half an incense stick, it can last much longer than us."

Meng Xiaodong shook his head, and as he spoke, he disappeared from the spot and began to invade a certain past.

Hearing this, Zhang Youhong's expression turned serious.

Now it’s a bit troublesome for her to face the ghost bride. If the others are unable to continue holding on, her chances of winning will be even smaller.

Although the incense of the first generation of necromancers is more effective.

Moreover, when Sister Hong is around, when Zhang Youhong uses her supernatural powers, she only needs to balance Sister Hong's body and prevent it from reaching its limit.

But Zhang Youhong herself is a dead person after all. The time she exists is limited and she cannot reach her strongest state at all.

Compared with the two evil spirits with infinite derivation and infinite superposition, her chances of winning are still slim.

the other side.

On the lake, the fight here was more intense than that between Zhang Youhong and the ghost bride.

Luo Wensong and the others knew that they did not have much time left, so the moment they took action, they each used their strongest means.

At this moment, deep in Zhang Hao's memory, an old woman was constantly wandering in his past memories.

No, maybe it’s not the memory of the past, but the past.

It’s just because Zhang Hao himself has the ability to invade memories that the old woman is unable to invade Zhang Hao’s past.

However, even so, a brutal fight still occurred deep in Zhang Hao's consciousness.

Countless old ladies appeared in Zhang Hao’s memories at different periods and began to attack Zhang Hao.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Hao could only resist passively.

After all, facing the real attack, Zhang Hao could only use his clone to fight against the invading Meng Xiaodong.

However, Zhang Hao's clone is only 60% as powerful as his original body, so he is naturally at a disadvantage when facing Meng Xiaodong.

And because these seven elders are all dead souls.

Even though Zhang Hao ate Meng Xiaodong's clone, he was unable to steal the other party's supernatural powers, and was unable to display the ferocious state of chasing Meng Xiaodong in Baishui Town.

Fortunately, Zhang Hao is already a real ghost after all, although he cannot defeat Meng Xiaodong who is active in various memories.

But thanks to his infinite restarts, his identity as a fierce ghost, and his ability to use his supernatural powers without scruples, he is still able to avoid defeat.

As for the Seven Elders in the real world, they chose to use their clones to deal with them.

The clones that kept coming out from the bottom of the lake consumed the spiritual power of these seven elders. In a one-on-four situation, Zhang Hao was not completely at a disadvantage for a while.

Although there were signs of being suppressed, it was still a good fight.

At this time, Zhang Hao used the ghost den to invade himself.

For him now, the seven elders from the outside world are difficult to deal with, but not unsolvable.

With 60% of his supernatural powers, his clone is enough to fight against these seven elders for a long time.

In comparison, the Meng Xiaodong in my memory is more difficult to deal with.

The black and white ghosts began to invade Zhang Hao's own memory. At this time, the world in every memory of Zhang Hao seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness and turned black and white.

As the memory world changed, his memories of the past became completely dark at this moment. At this moment, Zhang Hao even had the urge to replace his past memories.

"How about giving it a try? My current level of terror is about the same as that of the Seventh Elder. They have so many strange methods, there is no reason why I can't develop my spiritual strength."

Zhang Hao started to do it as soon as he thought of it. He directly used his ability to invade memories to replace the part of himself that was being invaded by Meng Xiaodong's memory.

That was Zhang Hao's memory when he was still a ghost slave.

At this time, a clone with 60% of supernatural power was barely fighting against Meng Xiaodong.

Suddenly, Zhang Hao, who was still very weak in memory, suddenly opened his eyes in the distance.

After Zhang Hao opened his eyes, this black and white world of memories seemed to have found its backbone and began to flow towards Zhang Hao.

The black and white colors began to spread around with Zhang Hao as the center.

Zhang Hao successfully replaced the self in his memory.

The moment Zhang Hao in the first memory was replaced, Zhang Hao seemed to have suddenly become enlightened.

Zhang Hao in every memory fragment is undergoing drastic changes, and the intensity of his aura is evolving towards Zhang Hao in the real world.

(End of this chapter)