Mysterious Recovery

If possible, Yang Jian is not willing to actively participate in any spiritual event.

But there are so many things in this world that you can't help but think and don't want to.

The supernatural incident here must be resolved.

Even if it is irrelevant to Zhang Wei's life safety, in order to ensure his own interests, this community must not have a supernatural incident, and any signs of badness must be eliminated in time.

After all, Yang Jian will live here in the future.

And he still accounts for 40% of this community.

However, Yang Jian now doubts that Zhang Xiangui's so readily surrendering 40% was because of protecting Zhang Wei?

"Brother Legs, just the two of us, are we a bit weaker? How about I call a few more bodyguards?" Zhang Wei said with a guilty conscience.

Yang Jian said, "What's the use of bodyguards, they can't deal with ghosts, and if something happens, they will kill you at most, so as not to hurt other people."

"It seems to make sense, but I don't think I will be cold soon." Zhang Wei said.

"You were already getting cold, it was me who forcibly extended your life." Yang Jian said.

The ghost who followed Zhang Wei has actually ran out several times, but he has seen through his identity and disappeared.

Although he didn't know what the ghost was going to do after leaving the mirror, it would definitely not be a good thing to let the ghost achieve a certain purpose.

soon.

The two came to this old house.

There are weeds growing at the door, and two wooden doors that are about to rot are half open and half closed. Through half of the door, you can see that the inside is also overgrown with weeds and covered with moss. And because this house has no windows, Even though it was a hot day outside and the sun was a bit harsh, it was still dark and cold inside.

Ordinary people come here, let alone whether there are ghosts, they are afraid of three points in this environment.

"Go in and take a look." Yang Jian said.

He didn't act recklessly. He was wearing a ghost candle. Once the situation was not right, he would use the ghost domain to leave. If it didn't work, he would use the ghost candle.

It's just here to find out the situation, and I don't intend to fight against some ghosts that may appear.

Although the house is old, the house is not small.

After entering, there is a relatively spacious front hall, and further forward is the lobby.

There are some old farm tools piled up in the lobby. It seems that the older generation used this place as a warehouse, but because there has been no one to manage it for a long time, and the roof is leaking, it is full of a moldy smell.

"Brother Legs, how's it going inside? Are there any ghosts?" Zhang Wei was still outside the door, squeezing his voice and shouted.

"Why haven't you come in yet?" Yang Jian glanced back and raised his brows.

"I am afraid."

Zhang Wei whispered again: "If nothing happens, it's better to go back and eat chicken together. I'll hold down the thief and take you to the chicken."

Yang Jian said: "Look again and go back."

With a glance, he looked to the second floor.

The anxiety in my heart came from the second floor, and everything was normal on the first floor.

Just about to get ready to go up the stairs.

Suddenly at this time, there were footsteps behind the lobby on the first floor, as well as the sound of people talking.

"Who?" Yang Jian suddenly shouted.

"I see if this is the famous haunted house in our original village. It will be demolished soon. I won’t be able to see it if I don’t see it for a few days. Now Brother Tiger will take you to take a look. Come again to see if there are any ghosts here. Old irons, remember to double-click 666, and Brother Tiger will take you to explore the unknown and mysterious world."

At this time, two young men, one holding a mobile phone to shoot, and the other speaking to the camera.

"Damn it."

With a drink from Yang Jian, the scared young man named Tiger weakened his feet and turned around and ran away.

"Big brother, that rich second generation." The person who was filming later recognized Zhang Wei.

At this time, a lot of bullet screens appeared on the phone.

"Almost kneeled, right?"

"There is a ghost, right."

"Scared me, I really thought there was a ghost, I didn't expect to meet the same kind."

Yang Jian frowned and walked over; "Who are you?"

"Who are you, I'm broadcasting live here, what is your yelling in broad daylight, it scared Brother Tiger." The man who claimed to be Brother Tiger said, and then said to the camera; "No problem, It's just a small situation, and Brother Tiger can hold it."

"Live broadcast?" Yang Jian looked at it.

"Even if you are live streaming, don't come to such a place, get out."

After he finished speaking, a lot of barrage flashed on the phone of the person who was filming later.

"This son is very arrogant. Instead, I picked up the keyboard and suppressed it on the spot."

"I think this person has the courage to be improper, Brother Tiger will withdraw quickly."

"What are you going to do, fight, be murdered like this, Brother Tiger, can you tolerate it?"

Brother Tiger curled his lips and said: "Boy, what's arrogant, do you know who I am? People on the Internet say Brother Tiger is me. Don't make trouble, or I will lie down and accuse you of being indecent."

"I rely on, Brother Tiger can do this wave of operations."

"Professional touch porcelain, brother die, you are in big trouble."

When Zhang Wei saw this guy, he rushed over and kicked him over; "You **** dare to come here to broadcast live, see if I won't kill you."

"Look at it, it's Zhang Wei, the person who was photographed last time shit."

"I remember that his **** was so big and white that I was moved by it."

"This porcelain can't be touched. He is the second generation of the rich. Brother Hu hurriedly slipped away. Others raised his arms. More than a hundred workers must listen to him. You will definitely get shit."

Brother Hu hurriedly avoided and said hurriedly: "Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding. Last time I didn't deliberately photographed you going to the toilet in the wild."

"Can't call me."

Yang Jian watched Zhang Wei chasing the man named Tiger, but didn't help. Zhang Wei was injured at most. He could kill him if he could not beat him.

Just let Zhang Wei pester these two guys and don't make trouble.

The corridor on the second floor is dim and damp, and the ground is a bit slippery, and the more the corridor goes forward, the darker it becomes. After walking to the end, there is a blue brick wall, but there are three rooms beside the entire corridor, and there are three doors.

The first is a heavy iron door, like a fortress during the war, with strong rivets on it. The door is covered with moss and rust, and it seems that the iron door has not been considered to be opened, even the door handle is opened. nothing.

"No, this gate is not iron, but gold." Yang Jian stretched out his hand and touched it, his eyes shrinking.

The rust fell, revealing a bright golden yellow inside.

After checking it carefully, there is no doubt that this door is made of gold, but it is covered with a layer of iron sheet to cover people's eyes and ears.

But because the years are too long, coupled with improper care and storage, the iron has been completely rusted off, and a large piece can be torn off with just one peel.

"Golden cast door...it seems that there is something extraordinary inside." Yang Jian felt a chill and slowly retracted his palm.

Under what circumstances is it necessary to use gold to cast the gate?

According to his idea, it is only worthwhile to use gold to forge the gate when the ghost is imprisoned.

"The history of the building here can be traced back to one hundred years ago. Could it be that there were ghost wielders one hundred years ago?" Yang Jian's expression changed uncertainly: "Or, I think too much, just a certain former rich Do people hide wealth through this method?"

Not sure ~www.readwn.com~ but the conclusion he reached in his mind is biased towards the first one.

The second door is a copper door, covered with copper rust, and there is no door handle. It is so thick that it blends with the surrounding wall, and it is only if it is smashed to open this wall.

Yang Jian knocked.

There is no echo, which shows that the thickness of the bronze door is unusual.

The third door is a wooden door, the wooden door has a lock, from top to bottom there are only seven or eight locks.

But at this moment, these locks were all cut with tools, and the door opened, and opened slowly with a creak with a light push.

A cold breath spread over the surface, and people couldn't help but shudder.

Yang Jian picked up the phone and turned on the light, illuminating the inside without rushing in.

The surrounding blue brick walls are very thick, and the seemingly spacious room is actually only about five square meters in size. He estimated the thickness of the wall...at least three meters above it.

This method of construction is definitely not for housing.

Yang Jian became more and more convinced that the purpose of these three rooms was to imprison something very dangerous, maybe even ghosts.

"No, it's not right. If the owner here was really to imprison ghosts, it would be stupid to spend such a large amount of money to build such a house. It is too eye-catching and does not conform to the intention of covering up the truth. In my case, it must be to build a basement and bury it in a desolate place, bury it a little deeper, so let alone a hundred years, even if it is two hundred years, it may not be found for three hundred years."

"In other words, it may not be a ghost in this room..."

Yang Jian tried to analyze the situation here with only a little information.