Global Cards: I Create the Oriental Mythology Card Group

The night was cold, foggy and rainy.

Ji Nian stood in front of the gate of Gu's old house, raised his head slightly, and looked at the two lanterns hanging above the gate.

After years of erosion, the lamp body has rotted a little, but the vague human head model can still be seen.

The most striking thing is the light source inside.

Obviously a hundred years have passed, no matter how inflammable materials are used up, they should be exhausted.

But under the wind and rain, it stubbornly released a little bit of blood-red shimmer.

"It's a good thing, take it back and use it as a night light."

Adhering to the principle of "the wild goose plucks its hair", Ji Young said something.

Immediately, Yingtai bent her two slender legs, exerted strength instantly, like a flying bird, and lightly took off the two lamps.

But the two lanterns were slowly turning at this moment, and the blood-colored light source covered by the lamp body exploded instantly as if it had been filled with fuel.

Two grimaces filled with distortion, pain, madness, and hideousness loomed.

But before it lasted half a second, it was scattered by Ba Ye's fingers.

Ji Nian took out a blank card from his pocket to seal it up, and got two pieces of material named [Human Head Lantern].

Gray quality, you can exchange for a lamb kebab and two bottles of beer.

"Let's take it back and hang it on the toilet door."

Ji Nian thought about putting the cards away, then reached out and tore off the somewhat damaged seals washed by the wind and rain.

As for the big dark golden lock engraved with an unknown beast, it is also easy to solve.

The year-end spell was only halfway through, and the mountain ghost spent money to distribute a wisp of purple electricity and break it directly.

He raised his hand and opened the door, and a gust of dark wind rushed towards his face in an instant, making people's hairs stand on end and one's hair stand on end.

Even with the bronze-level mental body protection, he still felt a strong sense of oppression the moment he stepped into the gate of the courtyard.

He raised his wrist and looked at the time. At half past ten in the evening, it was the time when the Yin Qi field was strongest.

If the person standing here was an ordinary person, he wouldn't even need to see anything from the underworld, and the negative emotions brought about by the yin aura would be enough to drive him mad.

There is no special discomfort in the calendar, but it is quite stressful.

The intensity of the gas field in this underworld place is at least ten times that of the Sangmen Road Funeral Parlor.

And through the feedback from the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he faintly sensed that this place still has a certain suppressive effect on Yingtai.

If it wasn't for her being in the state of [Studying with a Sword] instead of the state of [Red and White Makeup], she would have been cut off a long time ago.

"Does it have a suppressive effect on [marriage] units?"

Ji Nian was very keenly aware of the characteristics of [Gu's Old House].

So he decisively took back Yingtai and summoned Brother Zongzi.

There was only a muffled sound, and the heavy-yin fragrant fir coffin hit the courtyard heavily, and the strong corpse aura escaping from the cracks dissipated the lingering yin aura in an instant.

Brother Zongzi immediately opened the coffin, pulled out the feathers from the inside skillfully, and put it on top of his head.

This is probably the most frequently played day since it came out.

He obviously just lay down in the coffin a few hours ago, and now he is about to come out again.

Needless to say, he came to be a coolie again.

Sure enough, the moment the coffin disappeared in place, the order of the year echoed in the air: "Brother Zongzi, help me break open these doors."

Brother Zongzi nodded slightly. Although the few spirits felt that this was a little overkill, they still resolutely carried out the order of the year.

After a while, he broke open all the doors in the courtyard in the same posture as zombies in old-fashioned Hong Kong movies.

The night wind instantly poured into these houses that had been in disrepair for a long time, and there was a "whooping" sound, like a woman crying depressively.

Ji Nian turned his head and looked around, and saw one or two real paper figurines sitting in every room.

Men and women, old and young, tall, short, fat and thin, standing, sitting and lying on the side, have different expressions, and also have different clothes and dresses.

With just one glance, you can see who he is and what he is doing.

"Needless to say, it must have something to do with that Miss Bai family from a hundred years ago."

According to Qiandushang, the Bai family in Qingshan Province has always been known as the "Paper Man Family", and is good at making and developing various "paper" cards.

Good quality and low price, best-selling in Kyushu.

Of course, none of this matters.

The important thing is that although the paper figurines in front of him looked a bit dilapidated, they were full of spirituality.

It is obviously not decorated with blood-like blush like [Paper Man Carrying the Coffin] and [Paper Man Protecting the Scarlet Sedan].

It's just an ordinary white-faced paper man with two black round eyes, but it makes people feel scared.

Ji Nian once read a theory called "Uncanny Valley Effect" in the book:

When a thing is very similar to a natural, living person, but not exactly, it will make people feel disgusted and fearful.

The paper figurines in front of me are undoubtedly synonymous with this theory.

With his courage, Rao's pupils couldn't help but tremble when he saw these things.

"Housekeeper, maid, servant, nurse..."

He said in his heart, looking around.

An old pagoda tree with twisted branches beside him was swaying with the night wind.

"The Card Creator Association cleaned up several times. Although the house was not destroyed due to various reasons, things like paper figurines and ghost lanterns will definitely be taken away."

"If I'm not mistaken, there is a high probability that these things emerged from the cracks in the small world hidden here half an hour ago when the Yin Qi field gradually gained the upper hand."

"So...according to the strength of the magnetic field, there should be a big guy here..."

As Ji Nian was speaking, the door of the main house, which had just been kicked open by Brother Zongzi, suddenly closed slowly under a gust of wind.

When Brother Zongzi kicked the door open again, there were two more paper figurines wearing ancient-style wedding dresses inside.

At this moment, they are kneeling and worshiping two luxuriously dressed, slightly yellowed skeletons with spider webs on their bodies.

Just as Ji Nian was staring at him, he suddenly turned his head 180 degrees, and two pairs of blood-red eyes stared straight at the direction of one person and two Kaling.

Ji Nian, who was always cautious, turned his head subconsciously so as not to look at him, Seventh Master and Eighth Master also made a move at this moment, two chains of ecstasy, blue and black, flew over in an instant, piercing the two paper figurines.

At this moment, brother Zongzi also pulled out a stone lamppost as thick as a mineral water bottle in the courtyard in the posture of Lu Zhishen pulling a weeping willow upside down, and broke into the hall with a "stick" in one hand.

With just one stick, the bone claws were stretched forward, and they went straight to smash the Chinese-clothed skeleton that was rushing towards him.

With another stick, the black-and-red letters on the desk and all kinds of rotten tributes were swept to the ground.

The characteristics of the zombie's great strength are fully revealed at this moment.

But in the next second, the tattered lanterns hanging on both sides of the courtyard suddenly lit up one after another, reflecting a scarlet light like blood.

The white silk and paper money that covered the ground also turned into things like broken bones, red cloth, old-fashioned coins, and braziers.

"Can the ghosts entrenched here change the environment? Or is this just an illusion?"

Ji Nian turned his head thinking about it, and saw a figure covered in powder, almost restrained, with a bleeding head hanging on his chest, blocking the door.