The Mysterious Recovery of the Peerless Ghost Hand

Chapter 77 Three Days
Marriott, who was crucified, disappeared slowly like the previous three people...

Inside the old house.

Wan Hao, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily, dripping cold sweat.

"Is this what death feels like?"

A look of horror appeared in Marriott's eyes.

"Am I back in the ancient house?" Wan Hao looked around and realized that he had left the arena.

The old man in the old house was resting on the black master chair, and the rusty copper bell was floating in the air strangely, making harsh and ugly bells.

It was like the scream of a Li Gui being whipped, and it seemed that a Li Gui was scratching the copper bell with his nails.

When Wan Hao woke up, the ringing of the copper bell suddenly became louder, and it became even more ear-piercing and weird!
At the same time, Wan Hao suddenly felt pain in his waist, hands and feet.

"This... this is the injury left when I fought with Luo Qian!"

Wan Hao's pupils shrank, and his eyes were full of disbelief. It wasn't this little injury that caused him to be like this, but the subsequent slashing and coffin nails...

Sure enough, the back of Wan Hao's head hurt, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, and bright red sticky blood stained his hand.

But after returning to reality, this injury does not affect it, because the current Marriott re-perceived the three ghosts in his body!

"The real function of this copper bell is not to deprive me of the supernatural powers so that people can fight with me... but to return my wounds to reality through some supernatural powers..."

"If I am cut in half, I may revive as a ghost..."

Immediately afterwards, bruises began to appear all over Wan Hao's body, which were injuries caused by Luo Wensong's fists and feet.

The emergence of these injuries did not trigger Guiyi's self-defense, because the light cough of the old man in the old house made Guiyi fall into a certain silence, and he no longer continued to block the strange ringtone.

A bloodstain began to appear on Wan Hao's waist, which was caused by Li Qingzhi's hatchet. The bloodstain gradually expanded, and a wound appeared on Wan Hao's body, and blood was flowing out from it!
It was at this time that the strange and piercing ringing stopped, and Wan Hao's injuries did not continue to deteriorate.

Wan Hao looked up, and the old man in the old house had sat up at some point, holding the rusty brass bell with his dark brown skinny palm with some corpse spots.

The supernatural power contained in the copper bell was suppressed by the old man!
The old man looked at Wan Hao's injuries and said, "It's not like I can fight... so-so..."

The old man gave Marriott an average rating.

Marriott didn't refute this point either, the three of them were really powerful after they gained spiritual wisdom, and compared to those three, he was indeed a bit mediocre...

The old man waved his palm again, Marriott's injuries disappeared, and the old man used restart for Marriott again!

"It will come out in half an hour, let's continue."

Before Wan Hao could reply, the brass bell in the old man's hand shook again, and the strange and piercing ringing sound appeared again...

Wan Hao was unconscious and fell to the ground again...

……

Opening his eyes again, Marriott found himself back in the previous arena again.

The three of Luo Wensong were standing in front of them. At this time, Li Qingzhi was holding two hatchets, and Luo Qian was holding two coffin nails...

"Hey! Do you still dare to come back?"

Luo Wensong looked at Marriott and started gearing up again.

Wan Hao didn't reply either, and just ran away. The wise three did not dare to provoke Wan Hao at all.

They work so well together!

However, Marriott was quickly blocked this time, because they had three people...and all of them were good players.

"Run, kid!"

Luo Wensong looked at Marriott jokingly, and the three of them approached Marriott step by step...

……

"Huh~"

Marriott returned to the old house again, and the injuries he suffered in that space were passed on to his real body again.

However, this time the old man in the ancient house did not help him recover.

The old man held a simple alarm clock in his hand and was adjusting the time.

"It's less than 5 minutes, so you can call it?"

Wan Hao is now relying on the supernatural power of the three ghosts to maintain his life, he waved his hands quickly when he heard this.

"No, no, I just found out that I can't fight, old man, there is no need to continue..."

Before Wan Hao finished speaking, the old man pressed the button of the alarm clock in his hand.

"Tick, tick!"

The alarm clock is starting to ring!
However, Marriott discovered that the hands of the alarm clock turned backwards!

As the pointer reversed, Marriott's injuries disappeared again!
'This alarm clock can be restarted! 'Marriott couldn't hide the horror in his eyes.

The weird old house, the mysterious old man, everything is too shocking!
Before Marriott could think about it, as the pointer reversed, the copper bell sounded again, and Marriott fell to the ground again...

……

"Oh, boy, you remember eating but not beating!"

……

Wan Hao returned to reality again and found that the old man was no longer in the chair.

As soon as the injury appeared, it was restarted by the weird and simple alarm clock. Marriott was dragged into the arena by the copper bell again and again, and was sent back by Luo Wensong and the others again and again...

As time passed, Wan Hao could hold on for more time, because he was also familiar with the moves of the three of them.

But it was difficult for the three of them to be familiar with Marriott's moves...

Because he was completely beating Ji Ba...

……

On the other hand, Yang Jian left Dachang City. He knew the existence of Ghost Kitchen from the human skin paper, and found a notebook in that room.

He is now taking the notebook to Koharu City to find special personnel to help restore the contents of the notebook.

"Yang Jian, we have located the satellite signal of Xu Feng, the missing person in charge of Xiaochun City, can you go and get it..."

Yang Jian got on the bus...

……

Marriott didn't know how many times he was dragged into that space by the weird copper bell.

When he appeared this time, the situation was very tragic. One hand was broken, there were large and small stab wounds on his body, and there were two or three arm-sized holes in his abdomen. .

"Finally desperate. Fortunately, the three of them couldn't bear it anymore, or I would have come out first..."

Wan Hao exchanged injuries for injuries and killed the three of Luo Wensong. This was the only way he could think of.

Boxing kung fu does not become a peerless master overnight, and Wan Hao is not sure that he can beat three people with his fists and kicks within three days.

It can only rely on not really dying to exchange injuries with the three of them.

I don't know how many times after dying, Marriott finally let the three of them die first.

"Oh? Why didn't it restart this time?"

Wan Hao covered the wound with his hand and looked at the brass bell and alarm clock hanging in the air.

Although the supernatural power can prevent him from dying easily, it hurts...

"Tap~"

There were footsteps in the deep corridor.

Wan Hao turned his head and saw that the old man in the old house and the previous ghost bride were walking towards the lobby together.

"The bus is coming. If you want to go back, you should go out of Laolin and wait for the bus."

The old man's tone was extraordinarily kind, and he restarted Marriott's injury with a wave of his hand.

"Huh? Three days so soon?"

Marriott was taken aback when he heard this.

Immediately thinking of something, he quickly got up and walked towards the strange copper bell, preparing to put this supernatural item into his backpack.

Because the old man had promised him to beat everyone before, this supernatural item was his.

Unexpectedly, the copper bell and the alarm clock disappeared before Wanhao touched it.

"You kid, do you think you won? There are people behind..."

(End of this chapter)