There was almost no need for verbal explanation, and Chen Mo immediately understood Wen Jianyan's meaning.

In the dungeon of [Xingwang Hotel], there is no ghost on the ground.

All the sufferings only exist below the water surface and exist in a shadow form, just like they exist in another dimension in the same world. Therefore, they cannot act freely and kill. Only through the medium can they "perceive" the existence of human beings and start killing.

Oil painting is the medium, human skin umbrella is the same, and human skin cloak is the same.

Obviously, oil paintings are the medium at the source. It can take away oil paintings and even take away ghosts in oil paintings, and "welcome" them from the rainy town to prosperous hotels. In comparison, human skin umbrellas and human skin jackets are more like some kind of props that are subject to supernatural powers.

Although ghosts can also kill people through them, they cannot in turn affect ghosts. If the props are damaged, the [Media] will be invalid, and the channels that exist as the [Media] will be closed.

Under this premise, ghosts and ghosts can be restricted by media.

Just like when he met a customer when he entered a rainy town last time, Wen Jianyan formed a fragile balance between the umbrella and the "guest", so that both of them were temporarily incapable of moving. Since the last time, theoretically, there was no problem this time.

But even though I say so...

How to operate it is still a big problem.

After all, there is no rain in the store.

They have tried before that holding an umbrella indoors cannot activate the medium, and let the ghosts under the umbrella appear. In other words, if you want to make the leather umbrella and human leather jacket check and balance each other, you have to enter the two.

However, the only way to the outdoors was blocked by the body again...

This creates a paradox.

If you want to deal with the curse, you have to enter the rain, but the curse blocked their way into the rain.

No matter how you think about it, it will be a dead end.

Chen Mo's brows became tighter and tighter.

He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Wen Jianyan, and asked, "Captain, what are you going to do?"

"…"

Wen Jianyan did not answer immediately.

His eyes fell on the two human leather jackets, as if he was in deep thought.

Not far away, the two human leather jackets were stretched open by the invisible cold wind, as if they were wrapped in a non-existent human body. The shape of a human face appeared on the empty clothes, shaking in the dim room, looking at it, and at the point leading to the door, the corpse wrapped in human leather jacket was moving its feet stiffly and slowly walking in this direction.

ticking, ticking,

The sound of sticky blood dripping comes one after another, echoing indoors.

“…is a shadow.”

Wen Jianyan said suddenly.

"Um?"

Chen Mo was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

Wen Jianyan seemed to have thought of something, and his breathing became slightly rapid. He turned his head and looked at Chen Mo beside him. His light-colored eyes shone in the dim room: "The source of the curse is shadow, not rain."

In essence, human skin umbrellas and human skin jackets are one thing.

Since human leather jackets can work indoors, in theory, umbrellas can do the same.

What is their only commonality?

It's a shadow.

Ghosts only appear as shadows in the water.

Therefore, the downpour of rain falling from the top of the head is actually not a necessary condition, the water on the ground is the accumulation of water.

After listening to Wen Jianyan finishing his speech as fast as possible, Chen Mo showed a sudden enlightenment: "So, what you mean is that we can complete the checks and balances by just touching the umbrella and stepping into the pool of blood under the human leather jacket."

Wen Jianyan nodded: "Yes."

Moving indoors is much higher than operating in the rain. After all, although they are not carrying any oil paintings now, activating the curse, the rain is equally dangerous in any case.

Compared with the last time Wen Jianyan faced guests outdoors, the difficulty can be said to be greatly reduced.

Soon, they agreed on the next course of action.

This time, Wen Jianyan and Chen Mo were responsible for the operation, while Bai Xue and Huang Mao, as non-combatants, stayed in a place far away from danger.

Wen Jianyan and Chen Mo looked at each other and nodded.

"action."

Tick, tick.

The sound of viscous blood falling to the ground became clearer and clearer.

A fishy smell floating in the air, tangled with the damp and moldy smell outside the house, making people feel sick.

Soon, Wen Jianyan had clearly seen the boundary of a pool of blood under the human leather jacket not far away.

Accompanied by the sound of blood dropping, the boundary of the pool of blood spreads into the distance like a creature with personal will. The scarlet surface is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the scene inside the house, as if there is another parallel world shrouded by bright red lights below.

He took a deep breath, held the cold umbrella handle in one hand, and slowly stretched out the human skin umbrella in his hand.

Except for the blue-black handprints on the handle of the umbrella, the feeling of opening a human skin umbrella indoors is almost the same as holding an ordinary umbrella.

The blue-white, black-haired palm did not appear.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, took big steps, and walked towards the pool of blood.

When he got close enough, the human leather jacket that was urging with the wind seemed to have noticed the approaching human beings, and as before, suddenly rolled up in the direction where Wen Jianyan was!

The next second, a biting cold and angrily came suddenly, as if it was immersed in the ice from head to toe, making people tremble with coldness. Wen Jianyan felt that his body was rapidly becoming stiff, slow, uncontrollable, and even his brain seemed to have lost its previous flexibility and became dull.

It's just a moment of distraction, but in such a situation, it can determine life and death.

Waiting for Wen Jianyan to come back to his senses, the human leather jacket had already hit him in front of him! A strong smell of fishy blood came to his face.

The cold, tangy, soft and rough feeling wrapped tightly around his wrists, arms, and shoulders, as if they were living things, and they were going up the piano along his body. Rather than "forcing him to put it on", they were preparing to "wear him as clothes"                                                                                                                                                                                                                              �

The terrifying feeling of coldness came from the place wrapped in leather clothes, as if he was greedily swallowing his vitality, and a strong sense of weakness rose from the cracks of his bones.

Wen Jianyan's eyes turned black and he had difficulty breathing.

In his gradually blurred vision, he could clearly see-

A ghost with pale white and blue-gray shimmering dead was slowly crawling towards him. The facial features were blurred and almost touched in front of him. The corners of his mouth were wide open, revealing a strange smile that made people tremble and extremely terrifying.

This kind of seeing is two-way.

Being able to "see" a ghost that does not exist in this world means that he has now entered the dimension of ghost existence.

If you continue like this, you will definitely die.

This means the time has come.

But the problem is...

The boundary line of the pool of blood was still a few steps away, but Wen Jianyan no longer had any strength to move his steps.

I can only fight -

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, and a blood-lost face turned paler in the dim light, but his eyes were still clear and shiny, like a sharp sword, with a slight ray of light.

With the last bit of strength in his body, he slightly lifted his arm that was being removed, then changed the center of gravity, and forced himself to tilt towards the pool of blood.

The swaying human skin umbrella is reflected in the pool of blood.

The next second, a familiar coldness came, and a pale palm with blue-black corpse spots appeared on the handle of the umbrella, as if there was an invisible existence holding the handle of the umbrella and appeared under the umbrella.

Almost at the same time, the human leather jacket wrapped around her stopped squirming and seemed to have fallen into a brief stiffness.

Wen Jianyan took the opportunity to roll on the spot and broke free from it.

All this happened in the lightning and fire, and it was almost time to breathe, and it was over.

【Integrity first】In the live broadcast room:

“…success?”

"Successful!!!!"

"The anchor is awesome!!!"

"…"

Wen Jianyan held the clothes hanger next to him with one hand, his face turned pale, his chest was undulating rapidly, and his eyes were staring at the direction he had just broken out.

On the ground, the pool of blood no longer expands.

A human skin umbrella fell in it crookedly, and below it was a human skin cloak that no longer moved. Both of them fell into silence, and there was nothing deep in the pool of blood.

very good.

His guess is correct.

There were no mistakes in action, one, everything was planned.

Compared with the muttering that seemed to be sure to win in his heart, Wen Jianyan's expression on his face was far from calm.

His face was pale and he took a deep breath, but his hands and feet were still soft.
To be continued...