Ghost puzzle: send me a ghost every day

Bai Ye stretched out a finger, and with a gentle click, the six ice sculptures exploded.

Broken into ice powder floated down from the air, there was no figure in the ice, only a trace of ghost qi emanating in the air.

The audience in the audience was still fleeing, and the fire set by the devils gradually filled the stage.

Although he knew that this fire was not real, Bai Ye still felt the blaze from the fire, and there was a grudge in the fire that hated the sky and injustice.

Bai Ye looked at the Qingyi woman in his arms, although her body did not have a trace of temperature, but the robe of Rong Wu also set off the woman's soft and boneless body.

I saw the audience running around under the stage, no matter how they ran, they couldn't run out of the theater, and they had been hiding from the ghosts inside the theater.

Bai Ye was a little upset by the figures running around, and the palm of his hand pressed downward, and the light snow scattered in the sky suddenly increased, turning into goose feathers and falling faster.

A thick layer of snow gradually accumulated under the stage, and the flames gradually extinguished with the falling snowflakes, and the fleeing audience was immediately covered with a touch of frost.

As the temperature decreased, the frost solidified into ice, and the entire theater turned into a gorgeous ice sculpture in three moments.

"No one is bothering us anymore."

Bai Ye picked up the Qingyi joker in his arms and said.

Continue the drama that was interrupted before, sing as you like, and let the ghost play play freely.

After the woman in blue was lifted up, her expressionless face was guided by the ghost of the white night, and she cooperated arbitrarily.

The eight maids disappeared at an unknown time, and Bai Ye did not care, only felt that the throat was about to move, and a mixed male and female drama resounded throughout the theater.

As the voice of the play slowly fell, I don't know how long it took, I don't know how long I sang, Bai Ye only felt that his throat was a little painful and hoarse. In a trance, the woman in blue next to her disappeared, and only a portrait of a Tsing Yi opera hung on the wall.

I only feel that the ghost play seems to be pregnant with some powerful power, but there is still a trace of integrity.

Bai Ye looked around, the frozen theater, the audience running around with ice sculptures.

"What's the difference? Where is the ghost handsome token of the Ghost Gathering Pavilion.

Bai Ye muttered, always feeling that something was missing.

Something seems to flash in my mind, the ghost drama corresponds to if it is a play, the play and the current audience have not disappeared, and the power that maintains them is where it comes from.

"Or didn't I find it?"

Bai Ye thought of this and immediately urged the ghost to stare, leaving two blood marks at the corners of his eyes, directly facing the ghost stage under his feet is a ghost force.

"Poof!"

The wooden fragments of the theater flew around, and two large holes were penetrated, and the surrounding silence did not change.

"Didn't it come from the stage?"

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, and I remembered a post on the forum, if the Sound Ghost Theater uses fire in this day, it will cause the ghosts to run away.

However, the audience in the audience does not have any lethality now, only the drama of the woman in Tsing Yi has an infectious force, which can put people in the perspective of the audience offstage.

Sinking in the middle of watching the play, the few people in expressionless modern clothes who want to come to the stage, if they are not all ghosts by mistake, may be in this trick.

Bai Ye looked at the abilities on his body and found that none of them could drive flames.

This can't help but give Bai Ye a little headache.

Suddenly, Bai Ye's eyes lit up, there was no fire, that incense is not counted!!

Bai Ye remembered the ghost thing that he had exchanged for in the first task of the Ghost Bureau before: ghost burning incense.

It has been inserted on the stone tablet of the ghost, which can only add a touch of sandalwood to the ghost, as well as a faint mist.

Just think of it, a gap opened in the void beside Bai Ye, and a desolate cemetery emerged, with a faint mist floating in the air, and a few flowery green bills floated from time to time.

In the middle of the cemetery, seven desolate graves are neatly arranged, and the first four ghost qi is contained to the extreme, as if great evil crawls out at any time.

On the side of two graves, a hill of banknotes piled up.

There is also an ice crown on it, in which a thin-faced frozen ghost lies in despair.

The grave of the ghost play cavity is ranked last, without exuding a trace of ghost qi, and since he arrived at this ghost theater, he has been giving birth to some power.

Bai Ye's heart moved, and the three residual incense sticks on the stone tablet appeared in his hand, and he looked at the sparks at the head of the incense on the ghost burning incense, and Bai Ye was very satisfied.

"I hope this Mars can also be useful."

Saying that, he brought the residual incense in his hand close to the curtain on the stage, and the cloth curtain was gradually burned out of small holes, and the ghost theater slowly filled with a faint mist, and there was a faint smell of sandalwood in the mist.

"Duh! Duh!

Just when Bai Ye thought it was useless, the sound of cracking ice in the audience hall interrupted Bai Ye's thoughts.

I saw that the people in the audience, who had been frozen into ice sculptures because they were running around, were slowly twisting their necks one by one, looking at the white night with straight eyes.

"Obviously a puppet without power, where does this power to break free from the ice come from?"

Looking at the spectators who suddenly became infinitely powerful in front of them, watching the ice cubes on their bodies shatter piece by piece, twisting their stiff bodies little by little, Bai Ye was a little puzzled.

Seeing the audience break free from the ice sculpture, they rush towards the white night.

Bai Ye held his palm emptyly, and the snowflakes falling from the sky condensed into pieces of ice in his palm, shooting towards the pounced audience.

When the ice edge touched the pounced audience, it turned into thicker layers of ice again, freezing them in place.

Bai Ye's palm squeezed in, and this time a violent explosion occurred inside the cold ice in front of him, and in an instant, it turned into powder and fell to the ground with the wind.