I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery.

"How dare you say that, Ghostface Yang Jian."

Hearing that the other party actually described himself as a little ant, the killer couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"If you feel insulted, just kill me." Yang Jian, who showed a three-headed and six-armed expression, had an indifferent expression, but did not take action directly.

Because he knew that the killer in front of him was not the real body. The real real body... he could not find.

Although the killer's ghost realm couldn't resist Yang Jian, Yang Jian couldn't find him. Even if he knew through Tang Long that the killer was hidden in the dark shadows, Yang Jian still couldn't tell.

Because the ghost realm of the corpse ghost is originally black, and the abandoned factory is also quite dark. Even if the ghost realm is removed, it will be difficult to find the darkness. Moreover, if the ghost realm is removed, the killer will run away.

Anyway, as time goes by, the cries and laughter echoing in the ghost realm will increase to a terrifying level. The person who is worried is not himself, but the other party.

The killer was certainly aware of this. He moved the shadow several times, trying to attack Yang Jian from behind, but the other party kept turning his head and looking around. Although the ghost eyes were gone, the three heads also had almost no blind spots. His plan for a sneak attack could not be carried out.

"This guy... was extremely wary of my approach from the beginning. Does he know my abilities?" He was suddenly attacked in his hiding place and was so wary of his opponent. He still couldn't help but suspect that there was a second or fifth boy.

"Damn it, even though you are a killer, you won't be able to fight me head-on."

The cries and laughter beside his ears became louder and louder. Although it was not fatal for the time being, it still made the killer restless, his eyes turned black, and even the supernatural power in his body was affected. He knew that he could not delay it any longer.

So the killer suddenly pulled out a strange dark red dagger. The handle was made of human bones, and there were still a few unrotted fingers at the end. The fingers would occasionally twitch, which was daunting.

After being stabbed by this thing, you will be unable to use your own supernatural power for a short period of time. It is a supernatural item made from a fake ghost. It is extremely cruel and has a strong supernatural backlash.

In the original work, even if Ye Zhen was stabbed by this dagger, he would be killed on the spot. If he hadn't gotten the weird puppet corpse on the ghost ship, he would have been killed by the killer.

However, in front of Yang Jian, the killer lost his biggest advantage, which was to make a surprise attack secretly, and was forced to fight the opponent at close range as quickly as possible.

"It's now!"

After finding a relatively blind spot, he suddenly emerged from the shadows and swung the evil dagger in his hand towards Yang Jian.

The latter noticed him immediately, but instead of retreating, he rushed over with six arms and claws, and the ghost hand went straight for the killer's throat.

The cries and laughter in mid-air agitated the killer's body out of control, but he was also trying his best at this time, using all his strength to drive the supernatural power in his body, and stabbed Yang Jian's ghost hand with all his strength.

"Do you think you are powerful because you can suppress three fierce ghosts with this hand without any solution? As long as you are slightly injured by my dagger, even if it breaks a skin, you will be unable to use any supernatural powers for a certain period of time!"

Seeing his dagger hit Yang Jian's wrist in one step, the killer couldn't help but feel happy: "It's done!"

Unfortunately, the feeling of the knife entering the flesh did not come. Instead, the sound of "clanging" gold and iron came, which numbed his hand.

"Are you kidding me? I'm obviously a weirdo, but I can actually feel numbness in my hands?" The killer was immediately shocked. He took a look at his palm and couldn't help but tremble.

The dark red dagger in his hand was directly knocked out of a gap!
  "I also have supernatural weapons, but they are not as conspicuous as your dagger." Yang Jian snorted coldly, and directly grabbed the killer's throat with his ghost hand, and looked at the rotting dead head on the other shoulder.

"Slightly ah!"

Ordinary ghost masters would die suddenly after being attacked by these two kinds of attacks, but the killer is obviously a strange person who is difficult to kill, and he can still barely struggle.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and then he saw clearly that there was a dark iron ring on Yang Jian's wrist.

"Yes, this is my supernatural weapon." Yang Jian sneered, "Same as your dagger, it has the effect of disabling supernatural powers for a short time, but your dagger pierces into the human body, and the supernatural powers that can be controlled by people are disabled. .”

"And this iron ring of mine is specially designed for supernatural objects. Its only ability is that it is extremely hard. Any object that collides with it will break. And if it is a supernatural object, all supernatural powers will be temporarily lost during the crushing period."

It can be seen that the gap on the killer's dagger is slowly recovering, but it will take some time before he himself is suppressed by Yang Jian. The latter's remaining five hands open his hand bit by bit and remove the dagger. I snatched it away.

The killer's eyes were filled with despair. Even if he was an alien, he would be dead if he was stabbed by this dagger.

Yang Jian fought steadily, but pressed forward step by step. He was suppressed by ghost hands, looked at the dead head, and never heard the cry or laughter. The killer's supernatural power gradually became unbearable.

"Although it's not bad to kill you like this, but..." Yang Jian raised the dark red dagger with one hand, "I also want to try this thing."

"Pfft—!"

The scarlet dagger that had just recovered its gap was stabbed into the abdomen. The killer couldn't help but let out a scream. As an alien, his supernatural power failed and he became no different from ordinary people.

"That's right, even the king's neck shouldn't be so difficult to break." Yang Jian said coldly, and the ghost hand exerted force without hesitation.

"Crack--!" The killer kicked his feet wildly, the whites of his eyes rolled up, and he was completely motionless.

"A mere king, nothing more than that." Yang Jian snorted coldly and threw the killer's body into the gold box he brought over. He glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "I couldn't even force out my last trump card."

After controlling the corpse ghost, he could change into any corpse at any time, and he could also control these corpses to come alive and launch attacks. However, before these back-ups could be used, the killer was defeated by his new supernatural item.

"Ok?"

Raising his hand, Yang Jian's eyes changed slightly. It turned out that just after he pierced the dagger into the killer's body, the broken fingers on the handle directly grabbed his wrist. Although the dagger was released after being pulled out, there were still There were deep bruises.

"I see, this is where the killer's marks came from." Yang Jian has good observation and memory, and clearly remembers that there are many such marks on the killer's wrist.

"This dagger can suppress the opponent but also cause damage to yourself. Although I am also a strange person, it is better to use it sparingly, or..."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows: "Find Tang Long and ask him to burn it?"

He remembered that the top hat on Wang Chaling's head was also burned to death, which proved that supernatural objects can also be further killed, such as the mask that Zhou Deng picked up.

"Anyway, let's return to Dachang City first."

The ghosts revived by other ghost controllers had long been suppressed by the superposition of cries and laughter. Yang Jian used the ghost domain to collect them and threw them all into the gold box.

He is not the law enforcement captain now, and he is not very interested in supporting others. Of course, he does not need support from others. Anyway, as long as Tang Long does not assemble his team, he is too lazy to attack.

……

Just when the king's organization was completely defeated, Tang Long and Wang Chaling had arrived at an ancient house in Tai'ao City.

This ancient house was also in the Republic of China, but it was not abandoned. Instead, it was renovated and turned into a restaurant.

Far away, Tang Long's spirit smell could already smell the smell of corpse oil.

He raised his head and looked above the exquisitely decorated Chinese restaurant: "Eight Immortals Restaurant? I wonder if they sell human meat barbecued pork buns."

"This is it." Wang Chaling said slowly, "The relics hidden by my grandparents are under this restaurant."

The two walked in side by side. Wang Chaling seemed to mumble a long list of secret codes to the waiter, and was soon invited into the back hall.

In the back room, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man was looking at the two of them warily. The most impressive thing about him was that he looked only in his thirties, but his hair was completely white.

"Ding Kui." Wang Chaling spoke coldly, "Your grandfather and my father signed a curse contract. Your Ding family will be the caretakers of the Wang family's hotel for generations, waiting for the descendants of the Wang family to come here to pick up and store the relics. In return, you descendants of the Ding family will be protected by the ancestors of the Wang family when encountering supernatural attacks."

"Do you still recognize this contract?"

"The Ding family has been protected by the Wang family for generations, and I have always protected the hotel. How could I deny the contract?"

Ding Kui straightened up and said, "Master Wang Chaling, although I got photos of you when you were a child from your parents, things have changed and people have changed. Now if we want to take away the Wang family's relics, we have to follow the rules."

Although he looks to be in his thirties, the fact that he got photos from Wang Chaling's parents is enough to prove that this person is even similar to Chen Qiaoyang.

His appearance and his head of white hair should be part of the curse contract.

Wang Chaling silently took out the most crucial thing for the continuation of the Wang family's curse, the Wang family's family photo, from the bone bracelet.

In the photo of a family of five taken at the entrance of the Wang family's ancient house, the grandparents, father and mother are all in black and white, but Wang Chaling herself is in color.

Ding Kui looked slightly excited and took a few steps forward. The four ghosts in the photo all looked at him and nodded.

"Master, madam..."

It’s already the [-]st century, but this old man knelt on his knees, respectfully kowtowed three times to Wang Chaling, or the photo in his hand, and then stood up and said:
  "Master, come with me."

Wang Chaling tilted his head to the side: "This is Tang Long, the talker at the headquarters. He is also the person I am following. He will take us in together."

Ding Kui frowned and stared at Tang Long for a long time, then sighed: "Yes."

Whether he wants it or not, times have changed. (End of chapter)