Luo Jian didn't answer the clown's question, he smiled calmly after avoiding talking about it. Then Luo Jian took the clown's sleeve and led him forward. Luo Jian said to him as he walked, "Let's try to attract those ghosts."
"Are you using the light?" The clown recalled the phantom of shadows he had just caused when he lit the oil lamp.
"I don't attract much with light, and it's not worthwhile to waste fuel." Luo Jian shook his head, he looked at the clown, and smiled: "Listen, Mr. Hong, don't underestimate me, I'm stronger than you think, so don't worry about it." Whatever I do later, don't be afraid, let alone be afraid, okay?"
"Fear?" The clown couldn't understand the true meaning of Luo Jian's words for a while, because the clown didn't feel that he would feel fear. Panic fear can not extricate themselves.
However, the clown soon understood why Luo Jian told him not to be afraid.
Luo Jian saw that the crystal ball had roughly healed the clown's injuries. Although he still couldn't see anything, at least he wouldn't bleed anymore. So Luo Jian took the crystal ball away, changed his weapon again, and what appeared in his palm suddenly turned into a spirit-calling banner.
"What did you do?" The clown heard Luo Jian's movement, he seemed to hear the sound of the flag flailing, and then Luo Jian explained to him: "I made a spirit-calling flag."
"Spirit-calling banner? Is this thing really useful?"
Luo Jian said indifferently: "Maybe, I haven't tried this thing after copying it, so this is the first time I use it."
"Copy it? Use it for the first time?" The clown didn't understand even more, but he still grasped the point: "That means you haven't tried using this thing to summon souls before, right?"
Luo Jian said: "I don't have so much free time to take this thing to the cemetery to summon the soul, and there is no soul in the place where I stayed..."
The clown was even more confused, but still said with certainty: "Well, I don't understand this either. I have nothing to do with ghosts, so I'll leave it to you!"
Luo Jianjian planted the soul-calling flag on the ground. To be precise, the soul-calling flag is a big red flag with all kinds of strange characters written on it. The flag is tied to a bone stick made of many bones. It's very smooth and feels weird to the touch, which is why Luo Jian has been reluctant to use it since the day he copied it.
"Well, let me think about it, how is it used?" Luo Jian stared at the soul-calling banner and began to recall. He remembered that he copied it from the companion of the user of the dark fire lamp. Both of them were pretending to be ghosts. They have to be the same as Taoists, but they don't have the Taoism of Taoism at all, but they are like magic sticks, although they do have some skills.
Although the soul-calling banner can summon souls, and its top skill is summoning souls, but because there are no souls on the Shura field, the user of this soul-calling banner has also come up with a new trick. Since the soul-calling banner can no longer summon souls, it can trigger a large-scale Illusion, in simple terms, is to induce illusion.
This is similar to the method most ghosts use to attack others, and the soul-calling banner can also achieve the same effect.
Ordinary ghosts cannot be materialized. If they want to attack someone, they must first cause that person to have a mental breakdown. In short, they scare others to death and use illusions to arouse their fear. People may be directly frightened and faint, and some people simply cause cardiac arrest and die.
Ghosts are very sensitive to the smell of fear. They don't have a body, and of course they don't have any sensory abilities. They can be said to be a group of energy bodies. If they want to perceive others, they sense the emotions leaked by others and perceive pheromones.
Among this pheromone, the taste of fear is the strongest and most obvious.
The principle of the power of the soul-calling banner is probably similar to it. It lures those ignorant souls by emitting a strange pheromone, and most souls will respond. Because it is an indiscriminate summoning, as long as there are living and dead ghosts in the area near the soul-calling banner, they will appear one after another, but whether the summoned soul is strong or not depends on the strength of the soul-calling banner owner.
If the owner holding the soul-calling banner is not strong enough to exert the full power of the soul-calling banner, then those powerful ghosts will naturally not heed the call of the soul-calling banner, and the strong never bother to obey the orders of the weak.
But I don't know if it's because Luo Jian is too powerful.
After he put down the spirit-calling banner, a gust of wind blew in the empty and closed stairwell. Luo Jian took the oil lamp that the clown had used to light it before, put the lamp on the ground and lit it, the flame of the oil lamp danced in the dark and narrow space, Luo Jian Jane paid attention to the oil lamp that the clown gave him, a very old kerosene lamp, which was used before electric lights were popularized.
The clown also felt the deep and gloomy feeling in the air, he suddenly felt uneasy, his heart seemed to be equipped with a motor and beat non-stop, which made him almost feel like he couldn't breathe. Immediately afterwards, the clown panicked inexplicably. This feeling of fear came out of nowhere. Obviously there was nothing that could scare him, but he felt a deep sense of fear.
Luo Jian suddenly spoke, and he said:
"Ghosts will exude negative energy all the time, he will remind you of some bad things, fear, fear, misfortune, all memories that can make you feel negative emotions, ghosts will help you recall in your mind stand up."
"Why do you know so clearly? I see that you have that dark fire lamp and soul-calling banner, um... I understand! You must have been a magic stick before!" The clown immediately understood, and confirmed firmly.
Luo Jian tugged at the sleeves of the clown's clothes speechlessly: "That's not the case... I have had countless enemies before, this is the experience I learned from the enemies."
"Enemy? Your enemy is a magic stick?" The clown exclaimed, "Then you must be a ghost! I see, no wonder you are not afraid of ghosts at all!"
Hateful height! Luo Jian already wanted to jump up and slap him on the head.
But putting aside the nonsense, Luo Jian also slowly discovered that those ghosts gathered, the number was unexpectedly large, and they were all in a translucent state. Of course, most of them were different in transparency, the more powerful they were. The ghost, the body is getting closer and closer to the entity, and Luo Jian even saw a few fully materialized ones, they slowly emerged from the walls, ceiling, and under the floor of the stairwell, some were so weak that they were almost just a cloud of fog, and some Then the face is clear, and even the appearance at the time of death has been restored.
"So many powerful ghosts have come out, does it prove that my ability is extraordinary?" Luo Jian whispered to himself: "It's so strange, my ability should not be reflected in ghosts."
The clown was still asking pitifully and full of hope: "Aren't you really a ghost?"
"Shut up!" Luo Jian said angrily.
The clown had no choice but to shut his mouth even more pitifully. He didn't have any sense of attack power, and Luo Jian didn't expect him to become a combat power, so he let him shrink in place and draw circles. And Luo Jian stood beside the spirit-calling banner, staring at the ghosts slowly approaching. Most of the ghosts floated without touching the ground. They didn't attack or anything. Many translucent or completely transparent ones were not harmful at all, but powerful. Yes, even Luo Jian's body did not dare to approach.
Luo Jian didn't feel how scary he was at all, but these ghosts seemed to be terribly afraid of him, and they all kept within a certain range. One of the brave ones finally took the initiative to communicate with Luo Jian.
Ghosts don't have the organs to speak, they don't even have bodies, so naturally they don't have organs, but if they are fully materialized ghosts, they can even do physical attacks, so they can speak naturally, make a horrible voice, and tremblingly ask Luo Jian: "Excuse me... my lord..."
Luo Jian raised her eyebrows, and the ghost couldn't even finish her sentence. Luo Jian found that the ghost was probably a little old, meaning that it had been dead for a long time. Fa, he has almost condensed the entity, but the facial features are still a little fuzzy, he is very afraid of Luo Jian, and his tone is also erratic: "Is... what's the matter?"
Luo Jian thought for a while, first pointed to the clown's eyes and his injured arm, and said, "Who attacked him just now?"
The ghosts looked left and right, and they dispersed automatically, giving way to a little ghost standing behind. It was indeed a little ghost, and it was a little girl. This girl was more powerful than that old ghost in ancient costume. She stepped on the floor, but she had no shadow, and her appearance was terrifying. It seemed that someone had gouged out her eyes during her lifetime, and there were only two dark holes in her eyes.
When the little ghost saw Luo Jian coming to the door, although she was afraid, she thought that she couldn't hide, so she didn't hide. She stepped forward and said, "This is the endless staircase. Someone told me that as long as you kill a living person and let him Take our place and go out from here."
"The trick of the secret room is to let the ghost find a substitute for the dead ghost." Luo Jian sneered, and he didn't sympathize with these ghosts.
Most of these ghosts may have been transformed by the player. If the player becomes a monster at the beginning, his memory will be completely washed out by the Chamber of Secrets, and even the Chamber of Secrets will give him a fictional memory again, like what Luo Jian experienced in the Dungeon Dungeon before. Yes, the eagle later told him that the two "gods and ghosts", the ghost probably did not exist at all, and the "god" was changed by a certain player, whose memory was washed and a fictional copy was made, pity the player Loved an illusion for a millennium... Ah, of course, even that millennium could be fiction.
Terrible, isn't it? All players are toys in the hands of the secret room, they can do whatever they want, and they can do whatever they want. Their joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys are all controlled by an unwarranted system, and no matter how strong the players are, The Chamber of Secrets will not allow any player to get out of here.
Eagle told Luo Jian.
So far, in the entire secret room, no player has ever escaped, and those who can escape are all dead without even a soul.
Luo Jian didn't want to stay in this kind of place, even if he might lose all his body, ability, memory, and even his soul, Luo Jian didn't want to stay in the secret room anymore, he had already started to act for his ideas. But now, he has long since lost his body.
He approached the little female ghost and said to her: "This place, when someone came here before, did someone open a door, black or red?"
"Only one door was opened." The female ghost thought for a moment, then replied Luo Jian, "But I don't know which door it is, there are many doors here."
"So, is the man who opened the door still here? I mean, if he dies, is the spirit still there?"
"Yes." Another ghost answered Luo Jian's question, it was the old ghost in ancient costume, "But you have to go down more than 30 floors, he only wanders in that place, you can use it later Once summoning the soul, you can let him lead the way for you."
"Thank you very much." Luo Jian politely expressed her thanks, and then waved the banner, and those ghosts disappeared without a trace.
The clown listened to the whole process, and immediately shouted: "Yuan Tongxie is amazing! Isn't it really a magic stick?!"
"If you continue talking about magic sticks, I'll beat you up!" Luo Jian couldn't even get angry.