Mysterious Resurrection: I am Jiang Shang, commanding ghosts and becoming a god

Chapter 331 Seven Stars and Twelve Gods

Jiang Shan was ready to rush into this ghost village. If he continued to hesitate, it would be like boiling a frog in warm water. The only thing he had to do now was to find a breakthrough and then rush out.

But before that, there is still a little devil that needs to be dealt with.

Jiang Shan looked sternly at the paper figures floating in the air in front of him, then raised the black whip in his hand and swung it towards the location where the most paper figures were.

But before the black whip hit them, it seemed that because of the supernatural power of the dead-faced ghost, or perhaps because the paper-like ghost felt the horror of the black whip, they were instantly burned to ashes in front of Jiang Shan's eyes.

"Burned? Is it because it launched an attack? Or is it due to some other reason? Never mind, I want to leave today, no one can stop me, and I can get into a lot of trouble even if I take a bus."

When the paper man in the air disappeared, Jiang Shan walked quickly to the wooden door of the ancestral hall without hesitation. The human skin lanterns on both sides of the vermilion wooden door still had the sad face of the young man with the broken arm hanging on them.

"what!"

Without saying a word, Jiang Shan raised his hand and whipped, and a sharp scream rang out instantly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After raising his hand to knock down the remaining three human skin lanterns, Jiang Shan turned around and glanced behind him. Only then did he realize that the only three remaining ghost riders behind him were covered with paper people.

But these are not important.

As long as these three ghost riders are not killed by evil spirits, they still have a chance to survive.

After shifting his gaze away from the three people, Jiang Shan was more concerned about the performance of the ghost village. The result was almost the same as he expected. The group of evil ghost projections that surrounded him and others were "wriggling" frantically, and their distance to him was rapidly closing.

Jiang Shan suddenly smiled when he saw this scene:
"Mom knows that milk is coming, but it's too late."

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the vermilion wooden door shattered under the whip of the black whip.

As the wooden door shattered, Jiang Shan had a clear view of the interior of the ancestral hall. However, because of this sight, his brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

The entire ancestral hall is in the shape of a Chinese character "U". The blue brick walls are covered with dark green moss, and there are some paper figurine fragments between the brick joints.

The twelve carved beams are tilted and twisted, and the reliefs on the columns are not auspicious clouds and beasts, but countless painful human faces, each wearing a half-broken Western monocle.

The most bizarre thing is that there is a gilded chandelier hanging in the center of the caisson, and the candlesticks are filled with white candles soaked in corpse oil. The candle wax condenses into the shape of a kneeling person on the blue brick floor.

Together with the main ancestral hall and the surrounding rooms, the seven side rooms surround the strange caisson like dog teeth, and the decoration of the entire ancestral hall is extremely strange.

"interesting."

It's not just the simple seven rooms and twelve pillars, but the candlesticks in front of the caisson in front of the main ancestral hall are the things that make Jiang Shan feel the most weird.

The style of the entire ancestral hall is as if the Seven Stars and Twelve Yang Gods have nailed some evil spirit into the caisson. This kind of decoration style is the reason why Jiang Shan feels it is weird.

“Whether it’s a mule or a horse, we still need to take it out for a walk. If this is really the reason why the ghost village is suppressed, then if it has intelligence, there must be some evil ghosts like the costumed ghost here, so there is no need to take the initiative to attack. Maybe it is more anxious than me.”

Think about it,

Jiang Shan walked into the ancestral hall without hesitation and said to the person behind him:

"You can open your eyes."

However, just as they entered the ancestral hall, the four of them heard bursts of strange singing sounds coming from the wooden door behind them.

"Huh?" Jiang Shan's face turned cold, and then he turned around suddenly to look.

He tried to lock onto the location where the singing came from, but there was nothing behind him, dead silence, nothing there, no trace of any ghost, only the broken wooden door sitting there intact, as if the singing that had just appeared was just an auditory hallucination of the four people and did not exist at all.

"Did you hear the singing just now?" Jiang Shan asked the three people.

"I heard."

"I heard it too."

The answers from the three people made Jiang Shan frown slightly, but he didn't care. It was normal to be targeted by ghosts here. As long as he was not attacked, there was no need to worry too much.

But as soon as the two people turned around, bursts of strange singing sounds floated from the wooden door behind them again. This time they were more exaggerated, accompanied by hurried footsteps, as if someone was singing and dancing behind them.

However, when I turned around, the drama stopped abruptly, all the supernatural phenomena subsided, and I still didn't see anything.

Surprising!

Jiang Shan was cautious in his mind. He didn't intend to waste time at this moment, but just quickened his pace.

But as everyone got closer to the caisson, the sound of the opera behind them became clearer and clearer, and there were even other accompaniment sounds, like a erhu playing, but that was not the tone that an ordinary erhu could produce. No other musical instrument in reality could produce that tone, and even deliberate synthesis would be difficult to perfectly restore.

It was supernatural music, mixed with some incomprehensible strange power.

"You just want to put on an act, right? Let me see what you are made of." Jiang Shan turned around and looked again with a cold look in his eyes.

The increasingly clear drama sounds made him feel more uneasy. An inexplicable intuition in his heart reminded Jiang Shan that he must deal with this matter, otherwise he would most likely lose the initiative before the evil ghost took action.

Jiang Shan simply didn't want to endure it anymore.

But even though he could hear every word clearly from the drama, he still saw nothing when he turned back this time.

Since it was invisible to the naked eye, Jiang Shan tried to use the ghost domain to spy. However, he was worried that the ghost domain and the ancestral hall would have a spiritual confrontation, which would cause unnecessary changes, so he took back the ghost domain before entering the ancestral hall.

But at this moment, the ghost is hiding.

Jiang Shan, who was already prepared to take the initiative, no longer needed to worry so much. A ray of silver light instantly pierced behind him, and then spread wildly, illuminating half of the ancestral hall in the blink of an eye.

Subsequently,

He saw a horrible scene in the ghost realm.

In the originally empty ancestral hall, a group of lifeless people vaguely emerged. These people were not ghosts, but seemed to be people who were killed because of some supernatural reasons. They just turned into ghosts and lingered around after death, which became an incomprehensible supernatural phenomenon.

suddenly,

The cold wind that rushed out of the ancestral hall, carrying stale incense ash, blew on everyone's faces.

"Pah, what the hell."

"Gray, it seems to be gray."

The people who had their mouths full of incense ash had not yet reacted, but Jiang Shan, who was also affected by the incense ash, suddenly had his pupils contracted.

The group of lifeless people behind him were all hanging in the air in a strange posture, and they were all wearing faded costumes with a piece of shriveled human skin sewn on the lapel of each piece of clothing.

(End of this chapter)