I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery

After everyone hurried to another private house, they found that He Sheng was indeed dead, including the woman he brought. In the original work, he was just frightened and went crazy, but now she is also dead.

Zhang Han inspected the body, and then said with an ugly face: "Damn it, sure enough the ghost in He Sheng's body is gone."

"This ghost is much more sinister than what is described in the book. Is it because of Feng Quan's influence?" Tang Long's expression was also gloomy.

Feng Quan, before his memory was changed by Yang Jian, was quite Wang Xiaoming's style. He was the kind of character who would do anything to end supernatural events and didn't care how many people he sacrificed.

He is confident that lying in this coffin, sooner or later he can become a ghost. When the time comes, he will catch ghosts everywhere to strengthen himself and completely end the supernatural era, which will be regarded as an eternal glory.

It's a pity that the same sentence is true, the ideal is full, the reality is very skinny. Feng Quan has been lying here for three months, and he can only carefully maintain his balance. If Brother Legs hadn't come to save him, he would have been trapped and died for the rest of his life.

In short, Feng Quan will never give up before the balance is completely broken. He may just want to drive away these people at first, but as everyone shows the idea of ​​opening the coffin, Feng Quan's response also begins Gradually it became fierce.

"Boss, boss, what should we do next?" Zhang Han is mediocre in ability, but very knowledgeable about current affairs. Before Tang Long arrived, he had already expressed his goodwill to Yang Jian. Now that he saw thicker thighs, Definitely a hug.

"Let's get together. We won't trigger the ghost's killing pattern for the time being. Take action immediately!" Tang Long said decisively, "Go to the mourning hall at the entrance of the village and open the coffin!"

Hearing this, Yingying and Liu Qingqing suddenly became nervous. After opening the coffin and delivering the letter, they could burn the letter and run away.

But correspondingly, the dangers along the way must be extremely high.

"good!"

The rest of the people are all ghost controllers, and they all know that if they don't fight hard at this time, they will have no chance to resist. Tang Long has already told this group of people that the entire Huanggang Village is in the ghost domain of ghosts, and there is no place to go. They can escape, so they are all mentally prepared. Even those who are about to have a supernatural resurrection will not be vague when it is time to go.

Tang Long took the lead and walked out of the house with a sledgehammer, and the others immediately followed him. Because Zhang Han wanted to take over as a ghost controller soon, the one carrying Ouyang Tian was replaced by an eagle.

"Cough, cough..."

However, just as everyone walked out of the door, they heard the strange coughing sound coming from their ears.

"Be careful." Yang Jian said immediately, "Every time this coughing sound appears, it means that the ghost is not far away from us."

"Hmph, it's not a ghost, it's a human being." Tang Long snorted coldly. The real sick ghost Sun Rui is still in Dahan City. The two ghosts controlled by Feng Quan are Ghost Fog and Grave Earth. This coughing sound is just for fun. That’s all.

Accompanied by the sound of coughing, the villagers in Huanggang Village all walked out of the house one after another. Only this time, they no longer looked like kind and charitable old people. Instead, their bodies were stiff and their faces were pale. The most terrifying thing was everyone's eyes. There were no eyeballs, and the hollow inside was filled with darkness, exuding the aura of death from the inside out.

The most disappointing thing is that this number is too much.

The knock-knocking ghosts failed to develop in No. 7 Middle School, and there were at most dozens of ghost slaves. The entire villagers in Huanggang Village became ghost slaves of the ghosts, a total of four to five hundred people.

Liu Qingqing, who had seen this situation for the first time, was trembling and could hardly stand. Yingying also felt that his legs were weak from time to time. However, he was carrying someone on his back, so he gritted his teeth and held on, not letting himself be weak. Revealed.

Not to mention these two novice messengers, even the ghost controllers who had fought against fierce ghosts before saw this scene and their scalps went numb. The only ones who could keep calm were Tang Long and Yang Jian.

"Do you want to use the ghost realm?" Yang Jian asked in a low voice. Because of the human skin plaster given by Tang Long, he was in pretty good condition now.

Using the ghost realm to travel should be able to avoid being attacked by ghost slaves.

"No." Tang Long hesitated for a moment, "This Huanggang Village itself is a ghost domain. Your ghost domain will be greatly suppressed here. Even if you can barely maintain it, it will still be too heavy for you to survive until the mourning hall."

As he said that, he lit the corpse oil lamp again: "In case of any accident, you are the main force in dealing with ghosts, so you can't spend too much here."

The ominous green light came on again, bringing with it a subtle and strange smell, but where the light shrouded the ghost slaves, they could only retreat one after another. Although they were surrounding them, they did not dare to step beyond the thunder pool.

"What kind of treasure is this?" Zhang Han and others were surprised and happy when they saw the ghost slaves being blocked from the light, with greedy expressions on their faces.

"A supernatural thing similar to a coffin nail?" Although Yang Jian was not as unbearable as them, he felt that Tang Long was too rich with hammers, oil lamps, and human skin plasters, as if his family had a wholesale store for supernatural things. of.

But thinking about the knocker incident, the other party who could have stayed out of the matter took the initiative to participate. Only then did he get the nail in the coffin, and he was relieved.

Probably those precious supernatural items on the other party were obtained through life and death, in exchange for their lives.

"Don't be in a daze, let's go quickly." Tang Long urged urgently. Corpse oil cannot be obtained by just looking for a corpse. In the original work, only Tai O City has found similar items.

Therefore, for him, the corpse oil lamp is the same as the ghost candle. He uses a little less, but it lasts longer than the ghost candle.

With the protection of the corpse oil lamp, the ghost slave could not interfere with everyone, but as soon as he took a few steps, a strange fog spread around him, completely blocking the visibility. In this case, let alone finding the mourning hall, he would not be able to wander around in circles. Thank God for that.

"Ghost fog Feng Quan..." Tang Long gritted his teeth. This strange thick fog was actually some form of ghost realm. As long as it was shrouded in, it was impossible to get out.

It stands to reason that ghost realms would repel each other. Oni Mist is not a powerful ghost realm and should be completely suppressed in the ghost realm of ghost mist. But now it is estimated that it covers most of the village, and it can compete with the resurrection.

Obviously Feng Quan could use the power of Gui Cha in the ghost coffin, otherwise it would be impossible to achieve such an effect.

"I'll do it." In this situation, Yang Jian could only bite the bullet and go forward. His overall view was absolutely first-rate, and he knew that he couldn't escape at such a time, otherwise everyone would be doomed.

Tang Long hesitated to speak, but finally did not speak. In fact, he could call Luo Wensong to use the ghost domain, but doing so would expose his trump card in advance.

In a paranormal event, it's not wise to play all your cards at once.

In the end, he nodded in acquiescence and blew out the corpse oil lamp. Then the scarlet ghost eyes opened, and Yang Jian's ghost realm was also displayed. It was suppressed to the size of a room, no more, no less.

"Come on, I can't hold on for long." Yang Jian gritted his teeth, and sweat soon appeared on his face. Even with the human skin plaster, he could feel the ghost eyes being stuck under his skin.

Fortunately, I still had a piece of newspaper I got from the newspaper ghost in my pocket. I could use this to prop up my skin after the human skin plaster completely wore off.

Even if there was a ghost domain clearing the way, the ghost mist still caused great trouble to everyone. After walking around for nearly an hour, they found the mourning hall at the entrance of the village by relying on the ghost eyes and yin pupil for positioning.

"Bang——!"

Tang Long, who was unhappy, kicked open the door and was ready to settle the score with Feng Quan, but then his expression changed.

The mourning hall is still there, the portrait is still there, but the person on the portrait is gone, and the ghost coffin is also missing!

It is normal for the person on the portrait to disappear, because the person on the portrait is a ghost, and he is wandering outside. Of course, there is no one on the portrait.

But what about the ghost coffin? Where is the ghost coffin containing Feng Quan?

Yang Jian's face turned pale, and he looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness: "I can't do it anymore."

Tang Long nodded and asked Yang Jian to close the ghost realm. Anyway, he could deal with one or two ghost slaves with a hammer. After the large army appeared, he could just light the corpse oil lamp.

Everyone's expressions were not very good. If the consumption continued like this, the ghost realm and the corpse oil lamp would be unable to hold on for a moment, and then they would face hundreds of ghost slaves.

"Is it really necessary to call out Lao Luo at this time to fight a war of attrition with Feng Quan?" Assuming that Feng Quan used ghost mist to hold them back while letting the ghost slaves carry the coffin and run away, then in theory, he only needs to knock on the door The ghost's ghost domain leads everyone to search everywhere, and they will be found sooner or later.

But the deadline for sending the letter was only three days. Feng Quan knew everything about the village in the ghost coffin and was able to avoid them in advance. Moreover, the physical strength of everyone could not withstand such exertion.

Just when Tang Long's expression was uncertain, Liu Qingqing suddenly raised her hand timidly: "I, I think it's better to look for it in the mourning hall. Maybe the coffin is in the mourning hall?"

"Smelly woman, don't talk nonsense!" Ye Jun, who was in a bad mood, opened his mouth and cursed. He was already on the verge of recovery and was very emotionally unstable. In such a desperate situation, he did not dare to vent his anger on Tang Long and Yang Jian. It's okay for ordinary people to be fierce.

But Tang Long's eyes lit up: "Yes, if the ghost slave wants to enter the ghost coffin, he will definitely not allow Feng Quan to run around with the ghost coffin. Even if he controls the ghost slave, Feng Quan will not have the advantage. Absolutely Can’t move far.”

Even without Liu Qingqing, he could have thought of this himself, but that would at least waste some time.

"How did you come up with this idea?" Tang Long looked at Liu Qingqing.

"I don't know either." Liu Qingqing said timidly, "I just suddenly had an idea in my heart that the coffin was still in the mourning hall, as if... it was as if someone in the mourning hall told me."

"Is that really the case?" Tang Long frowned slightly, already knowing what his group would face next.

So he waved his hand and called Liu Qingqing: "Follow your instinct and lead the way."

Liu Qingqing did not refuse, nor did she dare to refuse. She was even a little lucky that she could be of use to Tang Long. She led a few people around and ended up in a boudoir in the back hall.

Only then did everyone realize that this mourning hall looked ordinary on the outside, but was so vast inside.

"Squeak——!"

The door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, was slowly pushed open. Unexpectedly, there was no dust at all inside. The whole room seemed to have just been cleaned. It was exquisite and luxurious, and even Liu Qingqing, who was very tired, wanted to sleep in it. Sleep.

If it weren't for the corpse sitting in front of the dressing mirror...

Tang Long's eyes suddenly froze. A pair of extremely exquisite black high-heeled shoes were suddenly worn on the feet of the corpse. From the mirror, it could be seen that the corpse was well preserved and not rotten at all. Although the face and The figure is different from Liu Qingqing, but the temperament is similar.

One of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China... Zhang Youhong?

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