Chapter 576 Two Dead Ends

In countless missions, countless shop assistants who died summed up many unspoken rules.

Among these rules that are not explicitly stipulated by Tianhai Hotel, ghosts devouring each other is the most representative one.

If multiple ghosts appear and the ghosts do not meet the characteristics of the mission, the ghosts will attack ghosts first.

Using this rule, I don’t know how many shop assistants survived in desperate situations, and I don’t know how many seniors with deep minds completed the mission with the help of ghosts.

Tongguan’s idea is naturally the latter.

He tried to use the hanging sculpture of the broken-winged angel to eliminate the ghosts in the six exhibition halls.

It’s a pity that he never expected that the lotus leaf ghost would merge with the broken-winged angel.

If the two ghosts merge into one, he will only have one way out, so the overall plan will be declared a failure at the beginning.

Opposite, on the gate of the fifth exhibition hall, the picture of the dragon circling the branches is as vivid as the terrifying ghost shadow reflected on it.

The silk vines wrapped around the hanging sculpture are like supplementing the broken wings, and the aggressive vitality continues to grow.

The pool of blood gradually submerged Tongguan's feet.

When the ground he was standing on was covered with blood, the angel behind him spread his strange wings, as if to embrace him in his arms.

Tongguan's face changed several times. At this moment, he was the only one who could make a decision.

Should he continue with the plan, or use the sinning object to escape?

"Boom..."

The door inlaid with the picture of dragons around branches was opened by a living person for the first time. The dusty smell squeezed into the nose, making people excited.

Tongguan finally chose to break into the fifth exhibition hall and continue to complete the plan.

Even if he no longer had the freedom to hunt ghosts, he had to complete it!

"Brother Tong, Brother Tong! Wait for me, I'll help you."

There was only a way forward, and Tongguan's feet had already stepped into the fifth exhibition hall of the Porcelain Museum.

At the same time, Hongfu's anxious shouting sounded in the earphone.

"It's okay, I'll handle it myself.

Jin Xi, give me the remaining fixed exhibition halls."

Tongguan didn't pause because of Hongfu's words. He was forced to squeeze into the fifth exhibition hall.

Similarly, the two ghosts behind him, who were like maggots attached to the bones, also followed him into the strange exhibition hall that he had never been to.

In the dark room, only the open door cast a faint light.

The screen with a light on the chest provided Tongguan with visual illumination.

In the empty room, he saw the ancient artwork held up by the high exhibition stand in the center.

The exquisite porcelain, the milky white texture shone with strange brilliance in the light, and the light green was carved on the surface of the porcelain.

"Yuan Blue and White Dragon Pattern Bottle".

The root killer ghost of the porcelain museum in Fang Shenyan's mouth.

As soon as Tongguan entered, he felt a sense of crisis that was close and distant in the whole room.

This also confirmed that Fang Shenyan did not lie about the six murderous artworks.

The sense of being close yet not being close at all means that this porcelain does have a supernatural power, but he dares not to do anything because of the two ghosts behind him.

This is also the plan that Tongguan had thought of before.

In fact, no matter whether the ghosts of the six exhibition halls are in the fixed exhibition hall or not, as long as he gets the ghost body, the other party will inevitably be attacked by the free hunting ghost together with him.

"Crack..."

Suddenly, a sound of something breaking came out of thin air.

Tongguan's eyes immediately focused on the porcelain on the exhibition stand, and with the faint light he saw a crack appear on its surface.

The original round luster of the entire porcelain turned dull, as if a layer of gray processing was forcibly applied.

The exquisite porcelain turned into waste in an instant.

Tongguan's body shook, and he immediately realized that it was the two ghosts behind him who played a role.

However, before he could say anything, he suddenly heard another "crack" sound.

This time, it was clearer and more three-dimensional.

Because this time the shattering came from himself.

Tongguan lowered his head in surprise. His lower body had turned lime-colored without him knowing when.

In the power that represented annihilation and stiffness, his whole body was petrified at a rapid pace. It was the broken-winged angel who made the move.

But when had he ever looked into the eyes of this ghost...

It was that pool of blood!

The reflection of light is mutual. You can see it through the pool of blood, and it can also see you through the pool of blood.

Tongguan knew that once the broken-winged angel merged with the lotus leaf ghost, it would inevitably change its killing method.

But he focused all his attention on those extended silk vine-like objects, but ignored the blood under his feet.

However, at this point, it was useless for him to blind his eyes again, and he could only use the sin object to save his life.

He raised his left hand with difficulty, turned his body little by little, and tried to use the space map sin object to hit the two ghosts into it.

However, the change of things happened during this period.

The Yuan Dynasty blue and white dragon-patterned bottle suddenly shattered completely at this time, and became a pool of dirt and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the free-hunting ghost aimed at the ghost bodies in Tongguan and the fifth exhibition hall.

But it still focused on this artwork.

When the dragon-patterned bottle was completely shattered, the entire fifth exhibition hall was shaken as never before.

Tongguan's body, which had taken root due to the supernatural power, suddenly loosened with the collapse of space.

The collapse of the entire space was carried out in silence, and everything was like the dragon-patterned bottle that turned into soil slag, and also turned into flying ash, disappearing little by little.

It was as if the Porcelain Museum had never had a fifth exhibition hall.

The dramatic changes in space brought Tongguan a glimmer of hope.

The petrification that had spread to his chest became a piece of debris as the space was constantly disappearing.

Tongguan's ability to move was restored again. He immediately stopped using the space map sin object and raised two fingers at the same time.

Blinding oneself has always been very frightening.

Even this kind of courage is more difficult than facing ghosts head-on.

But when people are really forced into a dead end, they sometimes burst out with unprecedented courage.

Tongguan made a mistake once, and he dared not waste the opportunity again. He did not hesitate to stab two knife-like fingers into his eyes!

The vision changed from chaotic black to painful red.

In Tongguan's eyes, the world has become hell, full of pain and suffering.

In the last second of losing his eyesight, he had no extra thoughts to think about these.

But after losing his eyesight, he found that this was a torture that humans could hardly resist.

Even if Tongguan had been aware of it, he still fell to the ground helplessly at the moment of blinding his eyes.

With his hands covering his face, he hunched over and roared like a wild beast.

Scarlet blood flowed out from his fingers, and his convulsing body and the wailing told of his pain at the moment.

Strange things happened. The blood flowing from the eyes did not flow to the ground.

Instead, it turned into strands of silk in the air and flew towards the dark shadow that could not be seen by the wall.

During this process, countless scarlet silk gradually turned blue.

The two ghosts in the dark established a connection with the fallen Tongguan because of the blood that kept flowing.

Tongguan had no eyes, so he naturally avoided the dead end of the broken-winged angel.

But then, he had also triggered the dead end of the lotus leaf ghost.

The countless blue and red silks swirled and circled, like poisonous snakes.

They entangled at the edges of Tongguan's exposed ears for a moment, and then went crazy and drilled in.