Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 21 Hell's Joke Lovers

The yelling echoed in the empty hall, which seemed very ethereal.

Without the moonlight, the room was very dark, and he couldn't see clearly, so Jiang Xi took out his mobile phone to light it.

He shone the lights around, then looked down, and found that the ground was already covered with a thick layer of dust, and he couldn't even see what the original floor looked like.

In the dust, there are many messy footprints, but these footprints have also been re-covered with dust. According to the difference in the depth of the footprints, Jiang Chuan judged that in the past years, there were indeed people who came here in different periods. been here.

So far, apart from the ghosts I haven't seen, everything else is consistent with those urban legends.

Before setting up the requiem array, Jiang Lan planned to take a tour of the western-style building. Anyway, the night was still long, and he was not in a hurry. In contrast, he was more curious about the history of this building.

At this time, Jiang Xie was standing in the hall on the first floor. The hall was semi-open, and he could directly see the ceiling on the second floor when he looked up. The opposite was an hourglass that was slightly narrower in the middle and wider at both ends leading to the second floor. shaped stairs.

The carpet laid on the stairs has turned black with the passage of time, and the material cannot be seen, but it is enough to prove the wealth of the owner of this western-style building and the luxury of the western-style building itself.

There should have been a chandelier in the upper part of the hall, but now there is only a chain hanging from the roof.

Jiang Pai did not choose to go up the stairs, but walked towards the back of the stairs.

The western-style building occupies a large area, probably three to four hundred square meters, so there are many rooms in it.

However, most of the rooms can no longer be seen what they were originally used for. Except for the load-bearing walls, many walls have been hollowed out from the middle and connected, and these rooms are full of temporary structures. Simple single bed.

Looking at the outrageous layout, Jiang Xi couldn't help complaining: "If there is any infectious disease, isn't it cross-infection?"

There are still many dark brown spots on the iron frame of these single beds, and it is not known whether it is the blood stains left by the wounded here or the traces of rust.

There were still a lot of uncleaned gravel, bricks and soil in the corner of the wall. Jiang Chou picked it up with his feet, but the magical unfolding of "a skull rolled out of the gap" did not appear as he expected.

Jiang Shou roughly counted, there are no less than one hundred such beds on the first floor, and this should have been dealt with, the situation at that time may have been even worse.

Maybe some injuries that are not too serious will be pulled into the aisle or even outside.

When he went up to the second floor, Jiang Pai unexpectedly found that the place was much tidier and the rooms remained roughly the same. A room was not filled with beds as densely as on the first floor, and there were no more than two or three beds at most.

Jiang Su speculated that at that time, the first floor should be used as a treatment area for ordinary wounded people, and the second floor might be a place for military officers or seriously wounded people who needed a good environment.

After looking around, he still didn't find anything. The only thing that made Jiang Xi feel a little interesting was a room with windows, which had serious signs of damage.

The ground and walls here were scorched black, as if they had been bombed by something.

What makes Jiang Lan feel interesting is that there is a wall in the corner that is not burnt black, but yellowish brown. The most intriguing thing is that this trace is still a solid "H" shape below.

It's like a car speeding by on a muddy field after the rain, splashing a lot of mud, and then some hapless guy passes by, and the mud splashes first on him and then on the wall behind him, A figure was left blank.

Jiang Shou picked the area with his hands curiously, and found that if he didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to find that the yellow-brown substance was not actually the wall, but some kind of hardened strange substance that had dried.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Xi roughly understood what happened. It was probably a grenade or something that was thrown into this room. At this time, there happened to be an unlucky guy here, and then he was blown into a meat paste and splashed on the wall. Glued here for a century.

Jiang Lan compared the appearance of this area, squatted down, approached the wall, and then raised his hands, which coincided with the mark.

"Tsk, but why did you squat down? Could it be because you have no legs? That's not right, how did you get off the bed without legs, or was this unlucky guy squatting here to make glue?"

Jiang Chou was amused by his guess, and laughed loudly: "This is very in line with my imagination of opposing myself."

But after thinking about it, it felt wrong again: "But why did his first reaction be to raise his hands instead of looking for cover? Or is it true that Li himself has part of Gallic blood?"

If it is said that merit has self-awareness, then at this time, the merit in Jiang Chou might pack his bags and leave cursingly away from this strange man who opened his mouth and opened his mouth. Merit.

After walking around the entire western-style building, Jiang Xi felt that it was boring. Apart from the world-famous painting - "Bodypainting of a Liben soldier of Gaul descent being glued", he did not find any other interesting discoveries.

So Jiang Pai returned to the first floor again, cleared out a clean area on the floor of the hall, and then began to arrange the requiem array.

In fact, in the process of understanding Requiem, Jiang Xi discovered that there are many places in it that coincide with the trajectory of the power transformed from merit. As long as some specific nodes are arranged a little, you can switch between the magic circles at will .

In fact, in the final analysis, there is only one magic circle, and all kinds of so-called magic circles for different ghosts are just one variation of that magic circle, but ordinary people can't understand the mystery, so Chen Mian It was only then that they kept arranging different arrays.

When Chen Mian misjudged the type of ghost, the magic circle would also lose its effect, which made Jiang Chuan feel that the requiem technique was very unstable and had low gold content.

But in fact, if it is not for the seventh rank of Jiang Lan, even if it is only the eighth rank, it may be difficult to understand the changes.

Of course, he didn't know that this requiem was actually not the original version, but the most perfect version that the trendy old man improved from time to time according to the improvement of his own strength.

This is why the old man Chao can roughly see that Jiang Pai is not simple, because it is impossible for non-warlocks to discover the so-called nodes and work hard on them.

Of course, Jiang Lan didn't know about all this, and he didn't know anything about the world of practice. He just wanted to grow up, wait until he became a half-immortal, and then acted intimidating in front of the old abbot, superficially committing crimes.

Then he said indifferently: "Hedong for 30 years, Hexi for 30 years, you didn't care about me in the past, but you can't climb up to me now!"

But he didn't mean anything malicious, he just thought it should be cool.

Jiang Xi, who was secretly feeling happy, didn't realize that what he really wanted was the old abbot's approval.

During the obsession, Jiang Xi arranged the requiem array that covered the entire hall, and then took out the wooden fish that he also carried with him, showing his white teeth, and let out a villainous laugh:

"Jie Jie Jie! It's better if there's a ghost, or I'll fill every bed here with sticky, glutinous, jiojio-comfortable glue!"

Boom, boom, boom.
With the sound of the wooden fish, Jiang Sang recited the Tibetan scriptures, and his eyes became more and more serious.

At a certain moment, Jiang Lan suddenly discovered that dense black shadows really appeared on the wall of the western-style building.

"coming."

The next moment, whimpering, moaning, moaning, and howling all sounded together.

The originally quiet mansion was suddenly filled with an atmosphere of despair.

Black air gushes out from the wall visible to the naked eye, and countless faces emerge on the surface of the wall. They seem to want to squeeze out of the wall, break free, and keep trying.

Finally, the first ghost in a tattered yellow military uniform fell from the wall on the second floor, then twisted and struggled from the ground, and limped slowly towards Jiang Lan.

then the second, the third
Jiang Pai's eyes became more and more dignified, because he found that there were not only ordinary ghosts among them, but also many nine-rank and eight-rank unjust souls, and even a seventh-rank unjust soul whose theoretical strength was comparable to Jiang Xi's. Dao's ghost attacked Jiang Xi at a faster speed.

Theoretically, Jiang Xi is not afraid of any ghosts among them, but there are too many of them.

At a glance, there are dozens of ghosts, more than a dozen unjust souls of eighth or ninth rank, and one unjust soul of seventh rank.

Jiang Pai took a deep breath, stomped his feet, and shouted the order of the Requiem, but to Jiang Pai's great surprise, the Requiem did not activate!
Looking at the ghosts that were getting closer and closer, and the back road was blocked again, Jiang Lan was a little anxious, but at this moment, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he shouted for amnesty, and then he did not forget to join the team that is currently able to The strongest evil idea that joined, roared:
"You gang of imbeciles are all going to die! Zhuo!"

The next moment, the magic array emitted an extremely dazzling light!

(End of this chapter)