Chapter 407 The Ghost is Getting Stronger
The Blood Moon is replaced by a Scorching Sun.
Jiang Ke thought it was just dawn, but in fact it was already noon.
It was as if the sunrise was skipped, the daytime was greatly shortened, and the night was infinitely long.
"Wait a moment."
Ye Xingzhou stopped a few people and said, "Let me see what's going on underground."
As Ye Xingzhou spoke, he lay down at the entrance of the cellar and looked down through the gap in the wooden boards.
Seeing this, Jiang Ke temporarily placed the unconscious Liu Guian to sit against the wall.
Then he made some hand gestures.
Spiritual style.
Roll up the wooden butterflies around.
The rotating stack landed on the ground in just a moment.
Mei You glanced at Jiang Kedao's collar, sat down and started rubbing the wooden butterfly.
It’s like opening a blind box.
Half of them are ordinary wooden butterflies, and most of the rest can be rubbed into paper strips. The flashing wooden butterflies are simply the best blind boxes.
Very rare, very few.
After rubbing a large pile, Mei You only collected five pieces.
"Give."
She handed the five wooden butterflies to Jiang Ke.
"Thank you." Jiang Ke put away the wooden butterfly.
When I looked at Mei You in the daytime today, I always felt that there was something wrong with her eyes.
Jiang Ke maintained his usual expressionless face.
Glancing sideways, Ye Xingzhou was sticking out his butt, staring intently at the ground.
The cellar was dimly lit.
However, the monks had good eyesight, especially Ye Xingzhou, who had already advanced, so everything looked quite clear.
In the damp cellar, black slime seeped out from the soil.
The mucus seemed to have consciousness and began to gather together from scattered piles.
What followed was a bizarre scene.
A pile of black mucus gradually squeezed out a human shape.
He was a hunchbacked old man with a numb expression.
This is the old man’s head stuck on a tree branch that was blocked yesterday.
They are Jiang Ke’s relatives.
At this moment, the old man was wandering numbly in the cellar, just like the undead he had seen at first.
The old man's head that was destroyed by Ping'an Tiger Roar yesterday was resurrected today in the form of a ghost.
Ye Xingzhou dusted off the dust on his body and stood up.
He looked a little dazed.
"What did you see?" Jiang Ke asked when he saw that Ye Xingzhou was not in a good state.
"Grandpa."
Ye Xingzhou raised his eyes and continued to describe what he had just seen, "He is alive again, transformed from black slime into an undead."
Jiang Ke's heart skipped a beat.
"Do you still remember what he said yesterday?"
How could I not remember?
At that time, the undead poked their heads out from underground and blocked them from leaving the city.
Grandpa also used illusions to try to provoke Jiang Ke's weakness, but Jiang Ke didn't fall for it.
Grandpa started to look ferocious and screamed.
Can't leave the city.
He would die if he left the city.
so.
Only by leaving the city can these evil spirits truly die.
After one day in the city, all the evil spirits that are killed will be resurrected the next day.
The days are shortening.
The nights are growing longer.
What about the vengeful spirits?
Ye Xingzhou tried to walk out of the city.
A head popped out from under my feet.
Yesterday, he was still able to stick his hands out from underground, but today he can already stick his head out.
"The vengeful spirits are also getting stronger."
Ye Xingzhou stomped the head to pieces and stated his conclusion.
"If the daytime in Beidian City disappears completely, the rules will become invalid."
There will be nowhere to hide.
Jiang Ke stared, "Let's collect the wooden butterflies quickly while it's still daylight."
Ye Xingzhou nodded.
Wooden butterfly is just one of them.
Fang Rong's soul must be taken away before the bell rings three times.
But the place where Fang Rong's soul was sealed was also sealed with 'them'.
Will they be immortal?
There are too many strange things in Beidian City.
The three-way confrontation that day reappeared in Ye Xingzhou's mind.
When the storm comes, the right protector is the Demon Lord.
These three people appeared in Beidian City in opposing ways.
The situation in Beidian City, all the weirdness in Beidian City, who is behind it?
Since entering the city, the sealed monster has not appeared, and even its breath cannot be sensed.
None of this seems like something that could be done by a monster.
It's more like a setup.
Ye Xingzhou pondered.
Assuming that 'they' are immortal, then the barrier seal at the well mouth was cast by the Right Protector.
If you want to rescue Fang Rong, you must first destroy the seal of the barrier. Once the seal is broken, he will definitely be discovered by Bumie.
This is a dead end.
There was also a time limit for the bell ringing, so Ye Xingzhou could only scratch his head and get anxious.
This is consistent with the right protector's stubborn nature, and it was this stubbornness that drove Ye Xingzhou down the path of madness.
But the right protector has been sealed.
Ye Xingzhou's eyes flickered slightly, and he suppressed the speculation in his heart.
So who was behind the transformation of the undead in Beidian City into vengeful spirits?
Ye Xingzhou's mind raced, and after a moment an answer emerged.
Demon Lord.
When Ye Xingzhou was controlled by the Demon Lord, the girl at one of the two graves in the Ghost Market spoke to the Demon Lord through him.
'If you can't get good, fight evil with evil.'
The best proof is that the undead transformed from a numb and wandering undead into a murderous and mindless vengeful spirit.
So what is the Demon Lord's purpose in doing this? Is he helping the vengeful spirit or achieving his own goals?
This game is the second one.
Is the wind and rain coming?
What is Fengyulai’s plan?
Why couldn't the soul contract he set up with Feng Yulai sense this person's location?
Ye Xingzhou took a deep breath.
I've been thinking too much and my brain is getting confused. I can't move forward at the moment.
The simplest thing we can do now is the wood butterfly.
Ye Xingzhou took out a few sacks.
As the spiritual power was circulating, the wind blew up the wood butterflies, one by one, as if they were dying.
The sack was quickly filled.
Ye Xingzhou took out a new sack and continued filling it.
Install it wherever you go.
Collect them together during the day and rub them one by one at night, which is a completely reasonable distribution.
The only inconvenience is probably the unconscious Liu Guian, who needs to be carried around all the time.
"I'll go take a look ahead." Mei You said.
"Let's act together."
There are always hidden dangers in acting separately.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, you forgot that I am safe."
Mei You waved her hand, her red dress swaying, "Don't worry, I'll be there soon to join you."
Ye Xingzhou had no choice but to collect wooden butterflies and mark the roadside.
The markings are simple, just dip some ink and draw stick figures everywhere.
The ink dries quickly when exposed to the sun.
The stick figure is also very recognizable.
Various postures, some playing with knives, some wielding swords. If you look closely, you can find that the stickmen are implicitly giving directions.
Ye Xingzhou also secretly slipped in some private goods.
The sullen-faced Meng Zhi, the adorable Ren Wangzhu, the gentle yet powerful Xiang Xiuyuan, plus the irritable Elder Xuan and the gentle yet tree-throwing Yue Qian...
Too many.
All stick figures.
Jiang Ke carried the willow back to the shore and followed all the way.
I was speechless when I saw the stick figures all over the floor.
Only Ye Xingzhou could come up with this mark.
Anyone who sees it will say it is unique.
Jiang Ke tugged at his collar feeling a little uncomfortable.
The bulge was hidden, but the gauze that bound the chest rubbed the skin and caused it to burn with pain.
The skin there is so sensitive.
Ever since Ye Xingzhou accidentally encountered him last night, that indescribable feeling has not completely disappeared.
Jiang Ke tugged at his clothes again, but before his hand could drop it, Ye Xingzhou looked over at him.
Facing the sun, her black pupils dotted with crystal amber just stared at him.
Compared to that day when we met in the wind and snow and I gave him the sweet potatoes.
Even more beautiful.
Jiang Ke slowed down his movements.
Ye Xingzhou chuckled, put his pen to the wall, and drew a stick figure.
"Brother Jiang, look."
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