I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery.

Chapter 157 Attack of Source Ghost
"So now, what should we do."

Liu San asked questions in a hoarse voice. No one could give an answer. The memory did not exist. The information in the building that he had worked so hard to find out was zero. How to make a plan?

Every time you try hard, the opponent can restart again and again. There will always be one mistake on your side, and the game is over.

"Your paper man should have shared memories, right?" Tang Long looked at Liu San, "Didn't the experience of going in before be shared with other paper men?"

"It's a shared memory, but we're also sharing the supernatural." Liu San had no choice but to reveal some of his secrets, "So as long as a paper man is restarted, the memories of all the paper men will be restarted, and memory conflicts will be involved. Those paper figures that have been restarted will be destroyed immediately, leaving only mutilated corpses. This is also my way of resisting consciousness-invading ghosts."

"That's why when I saw the pile of paper figures in Huanggang Village before, I immediately said it had been restarted."

"Is that so?" Tang Long himself knew the secret that Liu San said. In the original work, he gave Xiong Wenwen a paper man as a corpse. When Xiong Wenwen was resurrected on the corpse, he had certain precognitive abilities.

It seems that this guy is quite sincere. If he can't do it, he just can't do it. He's not lying.

"Otherwise, just retreat first."

Yang Jian said what everyone had in mind but no one dared to speak first. Anyway, he had tried his best and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. If Tang Long hadn't named him, he wouldn't have come to this task at all.

"How is this possible!" Of course, Li Jun is an exception. He never thought about going back alive from the beginning. "The Source Ghost is so close at hand. We have reached this point, how can we back down!"

"The source ghost is indeed close at hand, but we don't have the means to imprison him." Liu San said coldly, "Wouldn't it be a good idea to go out alive and bring the information to the headquarters?"

"Besides, we didn't get nothing from this operation. We solved the ghost problem and fished out Wei Jing. Trying to fight here will only cause more of our ghosts in the building and make things more complicated."

"They are our ghosts, not yours." Li Jun looked unkind. Through the conversation between Tang Long and Liu San, he had already guessed that there were only paper figures coming in.

"Mr. Tang nodded in agreement. I don't know what you have to complain about." Liu San showed a sneer, "Besides, even if I am a paper man, I have fought for my life in the building, how about you."

"You!" The thing that annoyed Li Jun the most was exposed by Liu San, and he couldn't help but clenched his fist and stepped forward.

"Want to take action?" Two or three paper figures appeared behind Liu San.

"Shut your mouths and be quiet." At this moment, Tang Long spoke.

There was no murderous intent in his voice, his expression was not ferocious, and he did not summon a ghost, but just one sentence made the two captains dare not move.

"Let me think about it carefully. If I can't find a suitable tactic, returning home temporarily is also a strategy."

Tang Long is not the kind of person who cares about face. If the ghost painting is really beyond the scope of his ability, it would not be a bad idea to leave it to Mr. Qin to handle it, not to mention the results he has obtained are enough to shut up anyone.

"The way to deal with infinite restarts is infinite invasion. If I control the ghost to increase my terror level, can I use infinite restarts?"

"No, that's not right. Infinite invasion should be the same as making ghost controller dolls and special Chinese medicine. It also requires the power of other seven elders. This condition is not fully met, so it can only be used in alien apartments. Even if it is controlled now Even if it’s a ghost, it won’t work.”

Thoughts flashed in Tang Long's mind: "So, introduce ghost paintings into the alien apartment?"

Then he shook his head: "No, the alien apartment is just a building, and the ghost painting is an entire city or even the world. The degree of terror is too different. Even if it is introduced into the alien apartment, the result will only be that the apartment is eroded. Counter accusation and become part of the ghost painting.”

Tang Long didn't think of a good solution for a while, but the ghost paintings in the building moved strangely.

Because infinite restarts will not affect the user's own memory, ghost paintings are ghosts and have no memory, but this also means that several people who have triggered the killing pattern will still be continuously attacked by ghost paintings.

Suddenly, the figures of Tang Long and others appeared in front of the old building in the painting, and then... the female ghost in a bright red wedding dress appeared again.

At the same time, Tang Long, who was still lowering his head and thinking hard, felt a terrifying pressure coming from behind him. Before he could react, a strand of extremely tough black hair whizzed from behind.

"Clap--!"

The ghost jade that was restored due to the restart was broken again.

But the broken ghost jade could only resist for less than a second. The black hair only flinched slightly and continued to sweep in like a wild python. What's worse is that because of the restart, Tang Long's ghosts are still in the shadow. among!

"careful!"

At this moment, the other four people all started to attack, but the real female ghost in red appeared, and more ghost hair isolated everyone else.

Only Li Jun, who was closest to Tang Long, stepped forward and pushed him away. Will-o'-the-wisps surged around him and he faced the black-haired man.

The will-o'-the-wisp was indeed effective, burning off part of his hair, but Li Jun's strength was far inferior to that of the starving ghost, and the remaining black hair hit his chest and instantly penetrated his heart.

"Oh shit!"

Tang Long, who rarely used swear words, couldn't help but roar. The shadow under his feet released four powerful ghosts. Li Qing cut off the black hair with a sword and rescued Li Jun.But Li Jun, who was rescued, kept coughing, and all the paper ash came out of the wound on his heart, mouth and nose, and even his whole body gradually turned into ashes as if it was being burned in flames.

Even if the second ghost he controlled was specially designed to save his life and could recover from being burned to charcoal by the ghost fire, it could not withstand the attack of the ghost painting.

At the critical moment, Tang Long's mind woke up. In this case, the surrogate doll that needed to be used in advance and the ghost jade that was not hanging on his body were useless, let alone the red ghost candle.

The only thing that can save Li Jun now is the music box!

He hurriedly took out the life-saving thing from the bone bracelet, put it into Li Jun's hand and shouted: "Open it quickly!"

"Pa-ta-!"

Li Jun's hand, which was almost completely turned into paper dust, used up his last strength to open the music box, and the strange melody suddenly echoed in his mind.

His body, half of which had turned into ashes, miraculously recovered and even continued to recover. The will-o'-the-wisps were unleashed unscrupulously. In this state, Li Jun was just like Yang Jian in the original work, able to do whatever he wanted. Use the ghost's ability.

"Thank you, Mr. Tang." Li Jun said solemnly, "for giving me this opportunity to deal with ghost paintings with my life."

"Boom boom boom!"

The green will-o'-the-wisps surged in an instant, burning all the black hair around them. There was still a restrained relationship between the will-o'-the-wisps and the ghost paintings, but it was a pity that the level of terror lagged far behind, and it was still a drop in the bucket.

"Old Zhou! Burn!"

Tang Long once again called the starving ghost to use the fire. The green will-o'-the-wisp and the red fire came together and formed a golden flame, rising and spiraling upwards, stalemate with the black hair of the female ghost in red.

Tang Long took the opportunity and asked Li Qingzhi to try to dismember the female ghost in red. However, the headless ghost shadow covered it, but nothing was found because the female ghost had her feet off the ground and was floating in the air.

"Calm down. Although I was caught off guard, everything is still under control." He took a few deep breaths, and regardless of the feeling of the gray paper choking his nose, he decisively withdrew from the battlefield and came to the place where Xiong Wenwen and others were hiding.

"Predict again, predict the specific location of the ghost painting!"

"But the last time I made a prediction..." Xiong Wenwen hesitated.

"The last time it was because we all entered the building and fought with the female ghost in the building, you saw large swaths of black hair. Now that the female ghost in red is outside, the future has been changed. Can you predict it again? There must be no problem.”

"I know." Xiong Wenwen gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again.

The cold aura spread, and Xiong Wenwen's usually sunny and healthy little face became more and more like a dead person. The more terrifying the ghost's future is to predict, the greater his consumption will be, and the easier it will be for him to recover.

A few seconds later this time, he opened his eyes and gasped: "In the third room on the left on the fourth floor, on the wall facing the door, the largest painting in the upper right corner is the Source Ghost Painting."

"Well done!" Tang Long rubbed Xiong Wenwen's little head vigorously, "You just hide here, don't go out, but watch everything that happens in front of the building carefully, and tell us everything later, you know."

Li Jun just restarted in the area he avoided here. Even if it restarts later, Xiong Wenwen can still tell everyone the information he knows.

He knew that this naughty kid was usually very talkative and timid, so he took out his share of red ghost candles and scapegoat dolls from the bone bracelet and handed them to the other party: "Listen, wait a minute, that ghost can't do anything If it attacks you, use this to protect yourself."

"what?"

Sure enough, Xiong Wenwen's face turned pale and he looked like he was about to run away, but Tang Long held his wrist tightly.

"Listen, now I treat you as a real man and a qualified teammate, and I entrust my life and Li Jun's life in your hands."

Tang Long's expression was serious: "As long as you can leave this memory, the ghost painting incident will most likely be solved. This is also to protect the entire Dajing City, and to protect your mother, do you understand?"

When Xiong Wenwen mentioned his mother, his expression became strong, and he really looked like a little man. He nodded vigorously: "I know!"

"Good boy." Tang Long smiled and rubbed his head, and was about to get up and leave, but was grabbed by Xiong Wenwen.

"After this incident is resolved, you have to go to my house to have dinner with my mother."

"Row!"

In order to solve this difficult problem, Tang Long could only go against his promise that he was not interested in the widow once. Anyway, it was just for a meal.

"Next..."

He moved his gaze to the cave behind the female ghost in red: "Brother, I'm going to sneak in alone."

(End of this chapter)