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

Chapter 334: The Man Who Forever Suppresses the Evil Spirit
However, Jiang Shan did not notice this scene. Even in the ghost realm, it seemed that the world reflected in the bronze mirror was not made up of the spirits, but existed in reality. But soon, the world in the bronze mirror disappeared. The spirit of this ancestral hall affected the evil ghost, making it unable to move freely and it could only appear for a short time.

But this restriction will not exist forever, because the balance between the ghost village and the ancestral hall has been broken by the appearance of Jiang Shan and others. This strange village will remove this restriction after the supernatural breaks through a certain limit.

At that time, it will revive, and unimaginable horror will befall.

The crisp sound of the bronze mirror falling to the ground was particularly harsh in the dead silence, but Jiang Shan suddenly noticed that the two breathing sounds outside the room suddenly disappeared - without even a trace of struggle, the two ghost riders disappeared as if they had evaporated.

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Jiang Shan suddenly rushed out of the room. He turned around, and silver light swept everywhere with his gaze.

But everything remained the same, as if nothing had happened in the entire ancestral hall, and it was as if those two people had never been there.

"Damn it."

Jiang Shan's face looked a little ugly. Not finding any trace, he simply gave up the search. He walked straight to the third room with a long whip in his hand.

Although the life and death of the two ghost handlers could affect Jiang Shan's next actions to a certain extent, Jiang Shan did not want to waste time looking for them because of their sudden disappearance. Compared to the death of the ghost handlers which would accelerate the revival of the evil ghosts, he was more concerned about the secret of this ancestral hall.

If the ghost village could go to such great lengths to cover up this place, then Jiang Shan must dig even deeper.

He was racing against time with the evil spirit to see whether it would revive first or he could find the corresponding secret in this ancestral hall.

The only thing Jiang Shan regretted now was that he did not kill the two ghost riders with his own hands. Whether those two were good people or not was actually not important to him. Old Qin was missing, and the group of ghost riders in the Republic of China had all died. Now he was the tallest ghost rider in the supernatural circle.

Others can die, but he cannot.

As for selfishness, he is not from this world. Even if this world falls, what does it have to do with him?
Jiang Shan raised his hand and smashed the rotten wooden door of the third room. As soon as he entered the room, a fishy and smelly black mist surged out. This stench was nothing to Jiang Shan. On the contrary, he was more concerned about the corpses in the room.

Eighteen mummies in faded costumes were hanging from the beams, each with a blood-soaked gold thread wrapped around its neck.

"Chen's ancestral hall, trespassers will be put to death." Hoarse opera voices rang out from every corner of the room. All the mummies hanging on the beams turned their heads in unison to look at the intruders. Looking closely, their sealed, shriveled lips were still moving.

"The ghost has arrived."

Suddenly, Jiang Shan felt a strong sense of crisis. This crisis was like a tide surging towards him in the darkness, making him feel creepy.

He could hear rapid footsteps coming from the darkness of the room, the sound of corpses crawling on the ground, and even some incomprehensible whispers. All kinds of horrible and supernatural noises appeared one after another.

"You can't just wait passively, you have to take the initiative."

Jiang Shan's eyes were cold, without the slightest hesitation, a grimace appeared on his face at this moment.

A silver light began to spread wildly from his body into the room, but compared to before, this time, the ghost domain of the dead-faced ghost seemed to have hit an air wall. Instead of being illuminated, the darkness in the room began to surge towards Jiang Shan.

“What a strong ghost domain.”

Almost at the same time, all the mummies hanging on the beams suddenly laughed eerily, the opera voices echoing in the room disappeared, and Jiang Shan suddenly felt his throat being tightened by an invisible silk thread.

The newspaper ghost screamed in the depths of his consciousness. This was the only insurance that Jiang Shan had left in his consciousness with the newspaper ghost. The newspaper ghost's supernatural power was very unusual. It could keep the supernatural at the level of consciousness. When the supernatural began to affect Jiang Shan's memory, this scream was the best insurance and alarm.

Jiang Shan acted decisively and used the newspaper ghost to modify his memory. Although he did not know the specific attack method of the evil ghost, this was the safest way, and the only price he had to pay was a moment of confusion.

"Crack!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Eighteen mummies fell to the ground with a loud bang.

While being attacked by evil ghosts, the word "ghost" had already crawled all over the room. Under the terrifying suppression of the word "ghost" and ghost blood, the evil ghost hidden in the room suddenly disappeared.

The silver light illuminated the entire room at the same time.

Jiang Shan came back to his senses and immediately saw everything in the room. The room was not big, only 20 to 30 square meters, and it was very empty. Apart from the 18 mummies lying on the ground, only the wooden box "locked" in the corner by rows of yellow talismans caught his attention.

In the corner, cinnabar talismans formed a Bagua formation, and the sandalwood box in the center oozed sticky black blood.

"It seems that the strangest thing in this room is the box."

After crushing a dried corpse on the ground and finding nothing strange happening, Jiang Shan quickly walked towards the wooden box. When he opened the lid, a yellowed diary came into view.

Staying alert, Jiang Shan opened it:

"On the seventh day of the third month of the Jiazi year, I used my remaining body to hold down the bronze mirror in the caisson."

The handwriting on the first page of the diary was twisted and some of it was even unclear, but Jiang Shan discovered that the unclear words were definitely not caused by the disappearance of normal ink. It was extremely obvious that they were deliberately smeared.

After noting down this doubt, Jiang Shan turned the page and continued reading:

".However, the world in the mirror is becoming more and more prosperous. The bloodline of the Chen family needs to offer three sons every sixty years... and lock them in the ancestral hall. The seven stars will suppress the ghosts. The caisson is in the center of this hall. Sacrifice to the sky to ensure eternal peace!"

The entire diary ends here.

Is that bronze mirror the real body of the evil spirit? It seems that this is also the place where a ghost tamer in the Republic of China period imprisoned the evil spirit. However, according to the diary, the bronze mirror should be located in the main ancestral hall, but..."

Before Jiang Shan had time to continue thinking, the entire ancestral hall suddenly shook violently, and the sound of wood cracking came from the direction of the caisson.

Suddenly, Jiang Shan felt dizzy and a cold breath emerged from the back of his head, directly eroding his consciousness and almost making him faint on the ground.

coming.

This was another supernatural attack, an unknown ghost attacked Jiang Shan's consciousness.

A pool of blood surged in his mind, and a bloody figure appeared. Jiang Shan's consciousness suddenly became clear. At this time, he found that the walls on both sides gradually took on a mirror texture. Countless "selves" repeated different actions in the mirror: some were attacking with whips, some were swallowed by black shadows, and the image farthest away was actually smiling at him.

(End of this chapter)