Mysterious Recovery: Confused World

Chapter 24 Into the Coffin
The black and white old man took a step forward, with his hands stretched forward, in a clenched state, as if he was pulling something.

Bang~!

It was the sound of a bamboo chair being touched.

The old man's face was ferocious, completely devoid of the kindness Wang Chaling saw through the manufactured body.

The same is true of Granny Meng, her eyes are vicious, as if a knife has been tempered, she looks straight at Wang Chaling, as if she wants to chop Wang Chaling into pieces.

In an instant, the old man's expression became calm, he turned towards Granny Meng, and rushed towards her fiercely.

Tear ~!

Wang Chaling seemed to hear such a voice, as if a scroll had been forcibly torn apart.

The same is true.

A crack that traversed the sky and the earth was forcibly torn out by the first generation of the Wang family. The scene in front of him continued to dissipate, and some ashes that looked like paper after burning fell from the sky and disappeared.

Wang Chaling found himself in an ancestral hall again. Under the feet of the dead souls of the Wang family, there was a painting torn in two, which was being annihilated at an extremely fast speed.

A corpse with bruised arms and a bitter face lay quietly at the feet of the dead.

Ghost painting?

No, no, if it was a real ghost painting, this supernatural place would have been taken over long ago, and Wang Chaling would be able to take over the ghosts.

Even if the ghost painting incident lacks the most important things, it can wander outside for so many years. Even if there is a reason why the top old people are unwilling to take action, it can also prove that ghost paintings are indeed extremely terrifying.

This magical place is unstoppable.

Not only are the paintings here not ghost paintings, they may have been processed by some means to isolate the perception of ghost painting incidents from the outside world.

Wang Chaling glanced at the wall in front of him. There were more than a dozen paintings hanging on it, which were basically traditional ink paintings, depicting scenes in Guizhuang.

Ancestral halls, residences, ponds, stone bridges, mass graves... There are as few as two characters in them, and as many as three or even a dozen.

Wang Chaling knew that the characters in it were all ghosts, and he used paintings to restrict ghosts and imitate the use of ghost paintings.

To some extent, these paintings are probably one of the most valuable things in the whole ghost village.

The first is the method of isolating ghost paintings. This alone can attract the attention of many ghost masters.

Furthermore, not only are there many ghosts in each painting, but they can also be used to imprison ghosts and use ghosts to restrain ghosts.

As long as its internal balance is not broken, it can be maintained for a long time, and it can even be used against enemies at certain moments.

"At first, I was quite curious about what Zhang Xianguang was looking for with Mr. Li, but now I understand."

Taoyuan plan.

The most important thing is that ghost paintings are uncontrollable, ghost paintings are in an uncontrollable state, and people are forcibly taken in.

That's not a Taoyuan plan to avoid ghosts, but a massacre plan to kill people on a large scale.

But now is not the time to think about these things, Wang Chaling fixed his eyes on the last painting on the right.

In the painting, there is a coffin, a brazier, and three people kneeling beside the brazier, one of whom is wearing a suit and glasses.

"Want me to die?"

Looking at the person in the painting, Wang Chaling sneered, strode forward, put on the gloves woven with gold silk, and directly took the painting down.

Ashes are spreading.

After the painting was taken down, large swathes of ash centered on the painting and began to spread around.

The cyan light was rippling, easily isolating Ashes who were trying to get close to itself, and it was just an imitation after all.

Although some functions are similar to ghost paintings, which can imprison ghosts in paintings, they do not have the ability of ghost paintings to suppress ghost domains.

The cyan light continued to extend, and went straight into the painting. Wang Chaling carried the four dead souls into the painting together.

It is still a shrine.

It's just that this time the coffin lid is still on the black coffin, but it has not been closed, and there is still no corpse in the black coffin.

Next to the brazier next to the black coffin, the two corpses were still standing there, but they were no longer the two foreigners.

It was two middle-aged men in the costumes of the Republic of China, a man and a woman guarding the side of the brazier, throwing things in their hands into the brazier from time to time.

It's just that I saw the portrait of Wang Chaling before, but there is no corresponding existence here.

"Old Li's strength is limited, so it's not too bad to be able to make this appearance. The wandering corpse should be in this painting."

"Find the corpse and put it in the black coffin. Old Li's method should take effect, and the loss of control should be resolved."

Having said that, Wang Chaling still used two shoulds in a row, because he was not sure whether his thinking was right.

The supernatural land that is artificially out of control is different from the supernatural land that constantly revives and invades reality. In the latter, the recovery of ghosts has reached a certain level, and the means left by the resident have also failed. The former is just invaded by outsiders, causing some methods to fail .

Later, if people want to temporarily control the spiritual land, they only need to find the point where the balance is destroyed and find a way to restore it.

But generally speaking, the reality cannot be exactly like what is recorded in the Wang family's books.

"Anyway, find the corpse first!"

Wang Chaling took out a white ghost candle. The white ghost candle, which was avoided by others, was far more useful to him than the red ghost candle.

It's not that many supernatural events cannot be dealt with, but that the source of the ghosts cannot be found. The hidden ability of many ghosts is not necessarily proportional to their own terror.

If it was in an outside ghost village, Wang Chaling would not light the white ghost candles, as that would attract a large number of ghosts and increase his workload for no reason.

But this imitation ghostly portrait does not have this problem. Although the space in each painting is unstable, it can still block the spread of the white ghost candle's light.

After lighting the ghost candle and placing it at the entrance of the ancestral hall, Wang Chaling retreated to the inside of the ancestral hall to observe the changes at the entrance.

1 minutes.

Nothing has changed, the special things in the ancestral hall are quiet, and there is no loss of control.

"The internal balance is still maintained, ensuring that the ghosts will not move, and the white ghost candles will not be able to attract."

This scene was expected by Wang Chaling. After all, the white ghost candle was just to attract ghosts, not "excited" ghosts.

If the ghosts who were artificially placed in balance were attracted away so easily, the means would lose their meaning.

In the third minute, the white ghost candle was still burning. A white ghost candle persisted for a long time, and there was still no change.

…………

10 minutes.

woo... woo... woo...

The familiar whining sound rang in Wang Chaling's ears, Li Gui's consciousness of being suppressed changed, and Wang Chaling forcibly suppressed it again.

The strange and indifferent voice seemed to reverberate around Wang Chaling, but he didn't make a move, but cast his gaze outside the door.

The gloomy candlelight seemed to be affected by something, and the weak flame kept shaking, as if it would go out at any moment.

Whoo~!

Wang Chaling clearly heard such a voice, as if an invisible person was blowing ghost candles.

The weak flame failed to persist for a few seconds, and the thick darkness instantly infected the area.

The cyan ghost domain cuts off a space, but the darkness still exists. Wang Chaling hides in the space surrounded by his mother and grandmother to prevent the sudden attack of ghosts.

"Grandpa, father, help me find the ghosts that are wandering around." Wang Chaling can practice those supernatural events at will.

But at this place, which may be the core of losing control, he doesn't intend to take risks with himself, and use his own ability to test Li Gui.

The old man and middle-aged man in black and white stepped into the darkness expressionlessly, looking for the ghost that caused the supernatural.

Even if his eyes were temporarily affected by the supernatural power, the thick darkness still blocked Wang Chaling's probing eyes, and the range he could see was only the size of his own ghost domain.

"The ghost domain can't expand the range, it will reduce the intensity."

In the cyan world, strands of black mist appear out of place, which is a manifestation of the invasion of the ghost domain.

"Ok?"

Wang Chaling's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked in one direction. The blue ghost domain was being torn apart, and foul-smelling black water kept pouring in.

A terrifying figure strolled out, tall and burly, and a rotten smell spread along with it.

"Can even the curse of the royal family be reproduced? No, no, it's just an appearance, just like paintings, earth, fire, and water. Each has some original supernatural characteristics, but it is far inferior."

Looking at the four black and white dead souls behind the tall figure, Wang Chaling was shocked at first, and then he figured it out.

It is not a clever method to recreate the supernatural. Luo Qian and Meng Xiaodong have all been reproduced before. Although the curse of the Wang family is special, it cannot escape the scope of the supernatural.

"It's just right, there's no need for Grandpa and the others to search slowly, the corpse will appear on its own initiative, and then it will be locked in directly."

A ray of flame emerged from Wang Chaling's fingertips, and he flicked it casually, throwing it into the foul-smelling water that was about to spread to his feet.

There are many flames in the ghost village, flames that ignite when exposed to water, and flames that burn in the ancestral hall with ghost coins as the medium and weak spirits as fuel.

Wang Chaling forcibly seized part of the supernatural power of the previous flame, which is just right for this place.

The flames were spreading, but not just Wang Chaling's own flames. With the tall corpse as the core, a stronger flame began to spread.

Step~step~step~...

The two old men beside Wang Chaling stepped forward at the same time, and all the flames were extinguished wherever the old men passed.

To ignite these two dead souls left over from the Republic of China, this little flame is not enough, and it is almost enough to let the furnace fire.

The tall male corpse seemed to have not seen the two approaching dead souls, and looked straight at Wang Chaling.

The highly rotten right hand was lifted up, and the black blood kept dripping, blending into the puddle of sewage under his feet.

It wasn't sewage, but a supernatural product formed by the blood dripping from the male corpse.

He waved his right hand lightly, as if he was greeting Wang Chaling normally, but it contained a special supernatural power.

"Recruiting ghosts, I even got a copy of the spirit of the ghost bride." Wang Chaling's body shattered in place, turning into a ray of blue light and blending into the ghost domain.

The dead souls of Wang Chaling's father and mother have hideous faces, moving forward and backward from time to time.

The moment Wang Chaling realized that the situation was wrong, he already moved away through Huangquan, but he failed to move his parents.

"That ghost's target was not me from the beginning, but the souls of my parents." Wang Chaling realized that something was wrong.

"Father, you come back first, mother, possess me!" He said without hesitation, a middle-aged man appeared on a black and white photo in his pocket.

The mother's dead soul entered his body, which originated from the curse of the blood. It was much easier for Wang Chaling to influence the dead soul of the Wang family. Besides, it was not the ghost relative Jin Niang who was recruiting ghosts. .

At this time, a generation of dead souls had already arrived in front of the male corpse, and two ghosts grabbed the male corpse at the same time.

Black blood stained the dead soul's hands, but they didn't care, and kept pulling the male corpse.

The dense darkness is dissipating, the light is returning, and Wang Chaling's vision is constantly recovering.

The ghost is restricted, but it doesn't mean that the land of spirits is restricted. The ghost is the core, but it has to return to the key position to be effective.

"Grandpa and grandma shot at the same time, suppressing this male corpse is not difficult, even dismembering it is not impossible."

Not all the masters of supernatural lands are super-standard. Mr. Li has many abilities, but the level of terror is not enough, so it is useless to say anything.

"My purpose is not to dismember this corpse. This will directly break the balance of the corpse, and it cannot be the key to balancing the spirit land."

"The coffin, this black coffin is used to bury Mr. Li, it is most likely the key point, let's get the corpse in first."

"It really doesn't work, just use the worst solution at that time."

There are many ways to limit the spirit land, one is to ensure balance, and the other is to deal with all the ghosts.

There were two dead souls, and Wang Chaling was not worried about the ghost getting out of control, so he moved towards the black coffin without hesitation.

As he approached the black coffin three meters.

An inexplicable suppressive force began to act on Wang Chaling's body, and the further forward, the stronger the suppressive force.

It was not only Wang Chaling's body that was suppressed, but also the ghosts that were being controlled, but the ghosts didn't matter, they were immortal.

But Wang Chaling couldn't do it. Every time he took a step forward, he could hear the crackling of his bones, as if they would all collapse in the next moment.

In front, there are two ghosts or corpses kneeling quietly in front of the coffin and burning things. Seeing this scene, Wang Chaling remembered the painting he saw before.

Three people knelt before the coffin, one of them was Wang Chaling, and the painting seemed to confirm it.

Is it a prophecy?
No, of course not, the prophecy will basically come true, but here, Wang Chaling's cold gaze towards the black coffin is just a little bit of confusion.

A blood-colored candle appeared in his hand, and the dark green candlelight rose up, dispelling the terrifying suppressive force.

"A little over a second."

That's why it is said that the red ghost candle is a pediatric resource. In a supernatural event of this level, a red ghost candle would be consumed in less than two seconds.

If it was Wang Chaling who was an ordinary person, he wouldn't be able to do much with this little time, but the current Wang Chaling is not an ordinary person.

The ghost domain spread in an instant, and two dead souls appeared on both sides of the black coffin, one left and one right lifted it up.

A dark light flashed across, a short stick directly pierced through a corpse guarding the coffin, and then... bang!

A ball of flame rose up, and the red candle in his hand burned out.

Ps: The first generation of the Wang family claims that they can do ghost lakes alone. Although it is a bit exaggerated, but not all ghost lands are at the level of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, so it is reasonable to suppress it forcibly, right?

pps: Regarding updates, courses and experiments take up too much time, and we can only update one to four thousand a day.

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