Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 882 Rush into the ancient house

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"Anyone in there?"

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Hearing the sound floating out from inside, everyone froze in their hearts, and they all subconsciously became alert, guarding against unexpected situations that may occur at any time.

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"Shouldn't I come? So I should just stay in Dachang City and wait for you to come and find me?"

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Yang Jian stopped, and he glanced at Xiong Wenwen.

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Xiong Wenwen patted his chest and immediately understood what Yang Jian meant.

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The other party is prepared to wait here. In order to avoid losses, it is safest to directly use the ability of prediction at this time.

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"Liao Fan and Xu Feng have already been killed by you, this matter should end here, and we don't want to provoke a captain at the headquarters." The deep voice continued to come from the empty old mansion.

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"When I kill all of you, this is the end of the matter."

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Yang Jian replied coldly, with a firm attitude, and there was no room for turning back.

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"Yang Jian, don't be too self-righteous, kill us all? If you really dare to break in, maybe your entire team will be wiped out here. If you leave now, the conflict between us will end here, and we I promise you will never set foot in Dachang City again from now on,"

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"You know what to do when you see what's good. That's what a smart person does."

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That person continued to warn Yang Jian in the ancient house.

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"I don't even dare to show my face. I pretend to say a few words to scare me. Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? One of the people in this ancient house today is counted as one, and they all have to die."

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Yang Jian responded to the voice while waiting for Xiong Wenwen's prediction.

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He wants to kill these people without fail.

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"Yang Jian, don't go too far, you were still doing your homework in school when I became a ghost rider, the third generation of the Wang family dare not talk to us like this, it's up to you? Don't say that you are the only one here today. Captain, even if we want to kill three or four captains, we will kill you, today I will persuade you to give you face, and if I don’t give you face, I will destroy Dachang City with you.”

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This is another voice, and there is a bit of ruthlessness in the anger.

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"Who is yelling? You don't even dare to report your name?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered and he drank.

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"Dead people don't need to know so much." The vicious voice responded.

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Yang Jian said coldly, "That's not wrong. It's useless to know your names when a group of people are dying."

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"Yang Jian, it's useless to talk too much. You made a declaration in the spiritual circle an hour ago that you want to get rid of us. Now that you are here, we are here too. It's just that I really want to know if you can do what you said."

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"If you want to do it, come in."

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The low voice came.

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Immediately afterwards, the door of the old ancient house that seemed to be dusty for many years suddenly heard the sound of the iron chain shaking. The iron chain that blocked the door slipped from the door at this moment and fell to the ground, echoing with a creaking sound.

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At this moment, the thick door that had not rotted opened slowly.

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Behind the gate of the ancient house is a hall. The hall is dark and gloomy. It seems to be covered with dust. It seems that no one has cleaned it for many years. What makes people strange is that the walls inside are still very well preserved. Although they are old and discolored, But not rotten, destroyed.

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But the more this is the case, the more eerie aura emerges.

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Yang Jian was standing at the door. He peeked inside and could even see dim lights in some corners.

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The light was yellow and dim, as if it was going to go out at any moment.

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It can be seen that this ancient house of the Republic of China is still in operation. Although it looks abandoned from the outside, in fact, some kind of spirituality is still shrouding the house.

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If there was really no problem with this ancient house, it would have leaked and collapsed long ago.

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"Are you hesitating? Hehe, it seems that the ghost-eyed Yangjian is just like this. The tone is so loud, but when he really wants to do it, he backs away. He doesn't even dare to enter the door of this ancient house." A sneering voice sounded very disdainful.

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Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, but he was still unmoved. He just looked at Xiong Wenwen.

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Xiong Wenwen suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and his originally ugly face showed a rare look of surprise at this time.

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"Okay?" Yang Jian asked.

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"This ghost place is really dangerous. Father Xiong and I have died twice in a row. We can't go in through the main entrance, otherwise we will suffer an unknown curse, and we will never be able to escape the influence of this ancient house for the rest of our lives. We must enter through the window... "

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Xiong Wenwen whispered into Yang Jian's ear, he had foreseen a terrible danger, and now he began to remind Yang Jian.

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"After entering, you must suppress the white-haired guy. He is standing on the third floor of the ancient house. If we can't kill him immediately, one of us will die."

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Xiong Wenwen said that there is still lingering fear on his face here.

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Yang Jian's face was calm, and he listened carefully to the news he revealed.

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And at the same time.

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Inside the old house.

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There are three floors in total.

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There were figures lingering on every floor, their eyes locked on the old gate, all waiting for the arrival of Yang Jian's team.

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Once they enter the ancient house, they will be greeted by the law of murderous ghosts who must die again and again.

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It only takes less than twenty seconds to almost destroy this seven-person team here.

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"Yang Jian, is he afraid? He dare not enter this ancient house, maybe he senses something dangerous."

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A thin man with gloomy eyes stood in the corridor on the second floor and raised his head slightly.

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On the third floor, a young man with white hair leaned on the railing and looked downstairs expressionlessly: "He's not in a hurry, what are we in a hurry? If we really want to fight, we will fight with him, this Yang Jian is not as good as he imagined. Terrifying, his code name is Ghost Eye, his advantage is the ghost realm, and this ancient house is specially restrained by the ghost master who has the ghost realm."

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"This Yang Jian is an outsider. Once the bell rings, they will also be cursed. The guarantee of their death will be faster than ours."

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"Moreover, we are not unworthy of the strength of the Ghost Riders."

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This white-haired youth is very confident.

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What's more, there are not many people gathered in this ancient house.

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Sweep slightly.

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There are as many as ten people.

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This is a very amazing number, and some of them are not involved. After all, this is not a very strict organization. Everyone is just relying on the pendulum clock to curse to survive. The affairs of Xu Feng and Liao Fan and others It's not a big deal, so some people don't want to take the risk.

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"coming."

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Suddenly, someone in the lobby on the first floor heard a low voice.

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The red light at the dim gate suddenly lit up, illuminating the entrance from the front door and the window, as if to erode the entire ancient house.

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But when the red light spread to the middle of the hall, it stopped.

Some kind of supernatural power blocked the erosion of the red light.

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Everyone looked shocked.

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"It's Yangjian's ghost realm, he's going to rush in?"

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"This guy's ghost realm is not right, he has already invaded the location of the hall."

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"After all, the supernatural beings in the ancient house are slightly better. His ghost realm can't affect too much. This should be his limit."

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The voice of discussion sounded.

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Then.

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The red light began to slowly fade away.

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The speed of this retreat is very slow, it feels very wrong, and it seems to be delayed.

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In the red light, several blurred and distorted figures appeared, and as the red light faded, the blurred figures gradually became real and clear.

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"Tap!"

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The crisp footsteps sounded, echoing in this quiet ancient house.

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In the red light, a pale young man with a golden spear full of cracks strode forward. On his forehead was a scarlet and strange eye, which turned restlessly, peeping into the darkness around him.

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behind him.

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Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya, Li Yang, Xiong Wenwen, and Guitong appeared in turn.

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Several people in the lobby on the first floor couldn't help but take a few steps back when they saw this.

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Because they all recognized it, the man in front of him was the top ghost rider in the spiritual circle, Ghost Eye Yangjian.

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"Yang Jian, do you really dare to come in?"

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On the second floor, a thin man with a sinister voice roared through gritted teeth.

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He really didn't want to go this far, because this kind of fight was meaningless to them. After all, it was the enemy that Xu Feng and Liao Fan had brought in. Even if he and others were prepared, he would win by then. It is also a very troublesome thing for the ghost to recover after the team died here.

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But outside, it's hard to beat this guy.

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After all, Yang Jian's ghost realm is too incomprehensible, and if it is combined with the coffin nails, it is easy to be broken by each.

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Only by getting together and using the curse of the old house head-on can we kill this guy.

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Yang Jian raised his head slightly. He didn't look at the man on the second floor, but directly locked on the white-haired man in the corridor on the third floor who leaned out halfway and overlooked the downstairs.

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The dangerous person Xiong Wenwen predicted was him.

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"Do it." The white-haired man said coldly.

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"kill."

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Yang Jian's ghost eyes turned, and he directly locked on the white-haired man. With a cold drink, his ghost realm instantly dissipated.

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There is a ghost realm where the supernatural interferes with him. Although it can be used, it is difficult for people to adapt to this kind of interference. It is better not to use the ghost realm.

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Moreover, the current ghost realm cannot cover the interior of the ancient house, and he can only invade the hall by using the five-story ghost realm, so it is of little significance.

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But this is the case with myself, and the same with the enemy.

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Moment.

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There was a strong sense of crisis in the entire ancient house, and everyone's hair stood up at this moment.

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Because the power of Specter is being released.

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No one can stay out of it, everyone is affected.

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"not good."

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But at this moment, the white-haired man on the third floor felt a strong crisis. This was not a reminder from the spirit in his body, but an intuition honed between life and death.

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This intuition tells him that he has been targeted by Yang Jian.

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next moment.

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There was a whistling sound in the air.

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A golden spear was thrown out violently by Yang Jian, directly piercing the old wooden railing in the corridor, and penetrated into the body of the white-haired youth.

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"Wow!"

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The white-haired youth was shocked and flew upside down, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his chest was pierced, and then he was nailed to the wall.

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He struggled subconsciously.

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As a result, the body was instantly numb and unable to move. This feeling was like a ghost pressing on the bed. The consciousness was awake, but the body was out of control.

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"The ghost in the body is suppressed... This is, the coffin nail?"

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His head hung down weakly, like a corpse hanging on the wall, but he still had the characteristics of life, and let out an unwilling roar: "Yang Jian!"

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How dare this guy.

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How dare he use the coffin nails against himself at once. He clearly was disturbed by the ghost realm, so he threw the coffin nails with all his strength.

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If this hit is missed, it's like giving yourself the coffin nail.

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pity.

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Yang Jian hit him. The reason for his success was not luck, but that this result had already appeared in Xiong Wenwen's prediction.

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"Come and help me pull this thing out." The white-haired young man asked for help anxiously.

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But there was no helper by his side. He usually didn't trust other people, so he was the only one on the third floor during this operation.

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Coffin nails can only suppress Specter.

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Li Gui was silent, so his body lost the ability to move, and the pendulum clock curse also expired. Now he still has life characteristics just because his physical condition is good, and he has not reached the critical point of death.

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But how long can an ordinary person be pierced through the chest and nailed to the wall?

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But Yang Jian didn't seem to give him this chance.

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Pinned to his long spear, a cold and black palm lay there strangely and stiffly.

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This is a ghost hand.

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And it's just a derivative of a ghost hand, not a real ghost.

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At this moment.

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This is the stiff ghost hand moving, slowly crawling along the white-haired youth's body, opening his mouth little by little and forcibly stuffing it in.

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"Woooo."

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The white-haired young man was struggling, but soon his nose, ears, and mouth were bleeding.

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"Pfft!"

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Like the sound of something popping open, a stiff finger stretched out from his eye socket...

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A very ordinary ghost hand is destroying his body unscrupulously at this moment.

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However, he himself had fallen into a coma, his consciousness was blurred, his life characteristics were rapidly disappearing, and he took his last breath as it should have been.

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Calvin... Calvin these two days.

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(End of this chapter)

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