Mysterious recovery: I have a corpse vein

Chapter 92

In the empty basketball arena, He Chuan's voice was not very loud, but it grabbed everyone's hearts.

Ye Feng and the others also looked at Luo Yan faintly, with searching and doubtful eyes.

This guy came with Yang Jian, I've never seen him before, could it be a related family?

Wang Xiaoming looked at everyone calmly, and explained: "Luo Yan is the person in charge of Zhongxi City. He just solved an A-level incident by himself yesterday. He is currently on the verge of reviving the ghost and can no longer use his abilities."

"Once he participates in the operation, he will die faster than any of you. If he is not detained in time, it will definitely lead to a horror that is not weaker than an A-level incident."

"So, he can't take part in the action."

Such an explanation surprised everyone.

Solved an A-level incident by himself. This guy looked at Wen Wenjing, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

But the ghost was about to recover, and if he couldn't use his ability, he was just a bug that could be crushed to death.

Contempt rose in Ye Feng and the others, and they didn't care so much about Luo Yan not participating in the action.

But He Chuan's eyes lit up, and the suppressed madness was like a wild beast, faintly about to break free from the cage.

"Isn't this a waste! You come to the meeting after all this, what a big face!"

"I'm sure everyone knows about my situation. It's not too far away from Li Gui's recovery. Since he doesn't participate in the operation, I also apply not to participate in the operation."

Wang Xiaoming's expression turned cold. What he hates the most is this kind of guy who doesn't act according to the plan and doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

Yang Jian shouted directly: "Just because of your appearance, you deserve it!?"

But as he spoke, the unkindness in He Chuan's eyes became more intense.

The two of them really have a very close relationship, if I can't touch Yang Jian, can't I touch a trash?

Suddenly, a voice as cold as ice came into everyone's ears, and the bones felt faintly chilled.

"Trash? If you don't participate in the action, aren't you also a trash?" Luo Yan stared at He Chuan coldly.

Not to be outdone, He Chuan said: "What's wrong with being a trash? If being a trash can hide behind everyone and live, then I really want to be a trash!"

"Could it be, you are obviously a trash, but you still don't want to admit that you are trash?"

"Ha ha."

Luo Yan chuckled lightly, against the backdrop of his pale cheeks, the smile revealed the warmth and sunshine of a brother next door, but his eyes were extremely cold.

"What I hate the most is when others say I'm trash!"

Suddenly, the gray mist in the monocle stirred, and a strange eye was instantly outlined.

He Chuan stared at him coldly, and instantly met the strange eyes.

In an instant, the eyes of the two flickered dully, and their minds fell into a daze.

In He Chuan's memory three days ago.

He was so drunk that he was lying on the floor of the magnificent hall of the villa, his eyes blurred.

The feeling of Li Gui's recovery has become stronger and stronger, and he can even clearly feel that there is an extra voice in his consciousness, which is always eroding him.

But he had no choice but to numb himself with alcohol to relieve the growing anxiety of death.

Suddenly, a figure walked beside him, wearing a servant's clothes, very familiar.

But the next moment, a wine bottle smashed hard on He Chuan's head, and the glass splashed in all directions, bursting out bright red blood.

"The guy who only knows how to escape reality through drunkenness and dreaming is really a waste!"

Luo Yan stared at He Chuan coldly, grasped the crumbs that were left of the bottle mouth tightly, and stabbed into the other's chest.

"Waste waste?"

"This is not a dream, you are Luo Yan!?"

He Chuan's anesthetized brain suddenly regained consciousness, but unfortunately, Luo Yan completely took advantage of the right time, place and people.

His fate is only death!
The sharp bottle mouth kept stabbing down, He Chuan didn't even have time to resist, and lost consciousness in the drowsy drunkenness and pain.

After that, death after death happened again and again, and He Chuan was only accompanied by confusion.

In the basketball arena, Luo Yan's eyes recovered in just three seconds.

But He Chuan on the opposite side quietly had a cloud of gray mist in his eyes, completely engulfing and obliterating everything.

All that remains is silence and emptiness.

Huh, a little impulsive.
Luo Yan has calmed down the restlessness in his heart through several killings, but words such as waste or disability are almost his inverse scales.

In the face of supernatural beings, he is fearless.

But once such words are used on him, he will inevitably think of the gloomy years in his memory, and his heart will become extremely sensitive and easily lose control.

But fortunately, the ability to use the monocle will not stimulate the ghost bone's recovery.

The suppression of the ghost bone only works when he reads the memory, preventing himself from being eroded by the memory and causing an impact.

And just using the ability to erase memory, he only needs to bear the side effects of failure, and has no connection with Ghost Bone at all.

At this time, everyone in the meeting room noticed something strange.

Why did the two people, who were still at war just now, suddenly die down without any movement?

However, most of them noticed the strangeness of the monocle, and they were instantly certain that it was a supernatural item.

What is the use of the strange eyes that have been condensed by the gray mist?

"A good method, as expected of a ghost master who can solve A-level incidents alone."

Wang Xiaoming's voice broke the silence, his eyes sparkled with splendor, and he seemed to be very interested in Luo Yan.

Yang Jian silently glanced at He Chuan, who had dull eyes. His intuition for supernatural beings was extremely keen, and he faintly realized something.

At this time, Ye Feng also noticed He Chuan's abnormality, and reached out to pat him: "Hey, why are you in a daze?"

Unexpectedly, with his slap, He Chuan's body went limp, and he bent over and lay directly on the table.

The dull impact was like a corpse, and the entire upper body was firmly in contact with the table.

Die..die! ?
Ye Feng was startled for an instant, his pupils dilated, and he stood up abruptly, keeping away from He Chuan.

Once the ghost master dies, the ghost's recovery will begin!
Zhang Han and the others were not fools, they all got up quickly and ran away quickly.

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly shouted: "Calm down, He Chuan is not dead!"

After drinking this, Ye Feng and the others stopped in their tracks. When they turned around, they found that only Luo Yan, Yang Jian, and Wang Xiaoming were sitting firmly in their seats.

No, there is also Sun Yi.

But in fact, he was just too frightened, and the muscles in his legs twitched violently, which directly caused the cramps!
He couldn't run even if he wanted to, and his face was extremely ugly.

Although Ye Feng and Zhang Han stopped, they still hesitated. Only Zhao Kaiming, as the person in charge, was convinced by Wang Xiaoming's words, and walked back silently.

He checked carefully, and then said: "It is true that he is not dead, he is still breathing, and his heartbeat is normal."

"But the appearance is a bit like a vegetable, the body is alive, but the spirit is dead."

Pulling He Chuan's eyelids, Zhao Kaiming came to a conclusion.

But everyone was startled, and suddenly remembered the strange eyes they saw just now.

At this time, everyone's eyes quietly fell on Luo Yan.

He had a sunny smile on his face, and a thin gray mist floated through his monocle.

Cold white cheeks, matched with that gray hair.

Full of weirdness and evil.

(End of this chapter)