Mysterious Recovery

　　 Yang Jian searched on the website, and quickly found a division of the level of ghosts.

　　 When you open it, there is a line of reminder: According to the degree of damage to the world by ghosts, governments of various countries divide ghosts into the following levels.

　　Note: It does not represent the level of horror of ghosts.

　　 C level: restricted level.

　　 A ghost fixed in an area, with a degree of harm less than a hundred people, can be restricted and contained by ghost riders, and has no spread.

　　 Level B: Dangerous level.

　　 The ghosts that already have the ability to wander are very dangerous, but the level of harm is less than 10,000, and they cannot be contained, but they can still be restricted by ghost masters, and they have a certain degree of proliferation.

　　 Grade A: Disaster grade.

　　 If you leave it alone, you will have the existence of killing the population of a city within a certain period of time. It is extremely terrifying. Currently, it cannot be restricted or contained, and it has considerable proliferation.

　　 S-level: Destructive level.

　　 has the ability to destroy the population of several cities, if it cannot be contained, it can even destroy a country.

　　 "The level of ghosts divided by the degree of harm to humans does not represent the level of horror of the ghosts." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he understood the meaning of the above levels.

　　 Regardless of whether it is a C-level or A-level ghost, the level of horror may be the same, but because the C-level ghost is not harmful enough to people, the level cannot be improved.

　　 "The level you are doing can only be used for reference, and it's useless."

　　 Yang Jian shook his head, and didn't pay much attention to the levels above. This is the level of disasters in various countries. I really encountered a ghost, and it was not dead.

　　What's the difference between dying oneself and dying a hundred?

　　 are all dead.

　　 Yang Jian continues to browse other materials.

　　 Suddenly, a special list made him very concerned.

　　 "Global ranking of ghosts and horrors."

"Even the rankings have been compiled. These crooked nuts are really idle. Why don't you make a list of female ghosts? See which female ghost is more beautiful and sexy. If you get another bikini walker show, it will be even better. Okay." Yang Jian said to himself, he opened his eyelids and suddenly jumped.

　　 his expression immediately became solemn.

　　 Ligui ranked first:

　　 Code: Ghost call.

Features: As long as the phone rings, you will die. It doesn't matter if you answer it or not, whether you can hear it or not, it's the same whether you have a mobile phone around you. Killing is indiscriminate on a global scale. It does not have physical characteristics. It is similar to a causal attack. Only one person will be killed in one ghost call, which is currently defined as Class B.

　　Note: A foreign president has died from a ghost call.

　　 "That's OK." Yang Jian was dumbfounded after reading it.

　　 This is too incomprehensible. When the phone rings, you will die. It's a reminder. It doesn't matter whether the phone is around or not, even if you are deaf and can't hear it, you will die.

　　 Ligui ranked second:

　　 Code: Nightmare.

　　Characteristics: People die in their sleep, the current law of killing action is unknown, the spread is unknown, there is no physical characteristics, there is no difference in killing around the world, there has been a record of killing 351 people at a time, and it is currently defined as A-level.

　　Note: Not sleeping can avoid nightmares.

　　 Ligui ranked third:

　　 Code: Ghost cannibal.

　　Feature...

　　 Yang Jian couldn't help feeling a despair when he looked at the list of ghosts.

　　 Killing without discrimination in the world.

The words 　　 make the scalp numb.

There is no defense, no escape, and even no warning. As long as you encounter it, you will undoubtedly die, even if you are a billionaire rich, or a poor beggar, or even the president of a country...Anyone is there. Under the threat of Li Gui.

　　 Anyone who knows the existence of this thing in the world must be panicked.

"But with so many people in the world, the chance of hitting the ghosts on this ranking is still relatively small. If you really encounter being killed by a ghost, you can only blame yourself." After a brief shock, Yang Jian quickly recovered. Calm down.

　　 "Go to the toilet, come back and keep watching."

　　 After browsing for a full hour, Yang got up and left the computer.

　　 "Dad, why don't you turn on the light while reading the newspaper? Be careful of bad eyes."

　　 He came to the living room and said when he saw that there was no light in the living room.

　　 A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa holding a newspaper and covering his face, as if the darkness around him seemed to merge into one. The whole person was watching the news above seriously. He didn't say a word and didn't answer Yang Jian.

　　 Yang didn't take care of it too much, he went to the toilet and continued to surf the Internet.

　　 It is necessary to understand what is happening in this world in the shortest time, so as to find a way to survive,

　　 The parchment says that he will not live for three months.

　　 But he didn't believe that if he became a ghost master, there would be no way to survive.

　　 Fang Jing said when he was in school earlier that he has a way to prevent ghost riders from dying and resuscitating ghosts.

　　 It's just that Fang Jing is dead.

　　 The content on the parchment was also rewritten. Yang Jian didn't know what this method was, but he felt that there must be a way to survive.

　　 "While looking for a way to survive, you also need to make another plan for the worst..." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

　　 "The power of ghosts can affect all matter, but with one exception: Gold"

　　 Signature: Bruce Pi.

　　 A paper appeared in his eyes.

　　 Yang Jian opened it and continued browsing, but at this time a cell phone next to him rang.

　　 turned around and took a look,

　　 was actually Zhou Zheng’s satellite positioning mobile phone.

　　 "Hey, who is it?"

　　 Yang Jian connected to the phone and continued to read the paper.

"You dare to lie to me, your name is not Zhang Wei at all, your name is Yang Jian, a native of Dachang City, Yangzhen, Meishan Village in a certain province, born on January 1st, now 19 years old, 20 years old... "

　　 Liu Xiaoyu gritted his teeth on the phone.

Yang Jian was not surprised, but said: "So you have found Zhang Wei to investigate? Isn't the efficiency of work average? I thought you would have discovered it six hours ago. Don't get me wrong, I was so capable in the first place. Believe in a stranger’s call? What if it’s a cell phone scam? The fake news is for your own safety."

　　 "How much time and energy was lost because of your lie?"

Liu Xiaoyu said; "I seriously warn you that you are definitely not allowed to do this again next time. We have to deal with many incidents every day, and the tasks are very heavy. If everyone is the same as you, how can we carry out our work? "

　　 "Nevertheless, I am not a member of the ghost control organization, and I won't be in your charge." Yang Jian said nothing.

　　 At this time, the middle-aged man in the living room walked in and sat on the bed next to Yang Jian. He said nothing, holding a newspaper in his hand~www.readwn.com~ looking down.

　　 "Dad, what's the matter?" Yang Jian asked.

The middle-aged man did not speak, but Liu Xiaoyu on the phone asked, "Who are you talking to? You should keep things in this area confidential, and you should not tell other irrelevant people, so as not to cause panic, I should explain to you. Click on confidentiality regulations."

　　 "I'm talking to my dad, so let's stop there for today. I'll talk next time, I'm still very busy." Yang Jian was about to hang up.

"wait wait wait."

Suddenly Liu Xiaoyu's voice increased a little, and she was a little surprised: "Your dad? What happened to you? There is your file next to me. I can see the information from your birth to high school. Where are you? Coming dad? Your dad died in a car accident when you were in the fifth grade of elementary school. Your guardian is your mother."

　　 "And there is no remarriage of your mother."

　　 "That means you have been a single-parent family since elementary school."

　　 Yang Jian said: "What nonsense are you talking about, my dad is sitting next to me reading the newspaper."

　　 After speaking, he turned around.

The middle-aged man sitting on the bed next to him was motionless. He raised his arms and held the newspaper, covering his face. He couldn't see clearly. The lights in the living room and bedroom were not turned on, except for the computer monitor lights. Other places were dim. In such a dim environment, it is impossible to read the words in the newspaper clearly.

　　 "Dad, what's the matter with you?" Yang Jian stretched out his hand to open the newspaper.

　　 But then he suddenly saw a black and white portrait of a middle-aged man hanging on a cabinet in the room.

　　 Suddenly, his hand froze.

　　 "Yang Jian, there must be something wrong with you, hurry, leave your residence."

　　 Liu Xiaoyu's urgent urging sound came from the other end of the phone.