Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 891 The second bell rings

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"Did you find anything special?"

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"No, this table has been checked all over, except for these few things on the table, there is nothing else worth paying attention to."

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Zhang Qing and Wan Tong carefully explored the wooden table.

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Except for other suspicious places, the two of them focused their eyes on the notes on the table again.

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The handwriting that cannot be deciphered like a symbol, no matter how much you look at it, you can't identify the content on it.

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But out of prudence, they didn't dare to take any of the above items at will, for fear of breaking a certain balance and making the situation here worse.

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"If we don't find anything else, we shouldn't waste time here. We should find other ways and find a way to get out of this ghost place." Wan Tong said.

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"Don't worry, we will definitely meet Yang Jian when we go out. This place is very secret, and I believe that we can avoid Yang Jian's attack, so we will stay here for a few days, and we will go out after things calm down."

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Zhang Qing thinks the opposite, he thinks this is a good shelter.

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Although it looks dangerous and strange, it is relatively safe.

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There is absolutely no way for Yang Jian to find this place.

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"That's fine. By the way, what's wrong with Liu Baimu? He won't live long like this." Wan Tong looked at the pale head on the table.

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Liu Baimu's eyes were tightly closed, his breath was cold, and there was no movement, as if he had already died.

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"I can't live long, without my body, it's not enough to just rely on the pendulum clock to curse to prolong the time of death. That Yang Jian is really ruthless, he used supernatural items to deal with me directly, and he didn't give me any chance to deal with it... .."

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He felt that he had lost wrongly.

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But he also felt helpless.

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The confrontation between the ghost riders is like this, everyone has the opportunity to kill the other, it is up to you to seize the opportunity or not.

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"Do you have any good ideas now?" Zhang Qing hesitated, looked at the head and asked.

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Before Liu Baimu had closed his eyes, he was also thinking about this issue.

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It's just that in the current situation, he's less fortunate, and most likely he's going to die here.

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"No idea." After he said this, he fell silent.

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Perhaps he has accepted this cruel reality.

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He is about to die.

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Zhang Qing and Wan Tong looked at each other, they didn't expect Liu Baimu to have such a desperate day.

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Is that Yang Jian really that scary?

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After they restarted, they lost their memories for half an hour, so they didn't really play against Yang Jian's team. Naturally, they didn't experience the feeling of being killed easily in despair.

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Time passed little by little.

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However, when the time in the ancient house came to a certain moment again, the strange bell came again.

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"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

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A dull and loud bell echoed throughout the ancient house, spreading to every corner, and even the sound of the pendulum clock could be vaguely heard outside the ancient house.

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"The sound of the pendulum clock is here again." Yang Jian, who was waiting on the third floor of the ancient mansion, immediately froze when he heard the sound.

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He immediately took out his pocket watch and paid attention to the time in the ancient house.

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At this moment, something incredible happened again.

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The minute hand on the pocket watch is being moved by an invisible force, moving forward quickly.

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Time did not restart half an hour ago like last time, but accelerated.

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Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

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He acted at six o'clock and killed the other ghost riders in the ancient mansion once again before six-thirty, now it is seven o'clock.

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Now, as the bell rings this time, the time in the ancient house is moving forward unexpectedly.

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The time quickly came to half past seven.

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This is the time on the pocket watch.

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But there is still no change in the time outside, because the supernatural power of the pendulum clock can only affect this ancient house. Even if people outside hear the bell, nothing happens when they leave the ancient house.

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The bells that echoed in the ancient house soon disappeared.

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"There is no movement, everything is normal, and the person who was killed just now has not come back to life."

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"There's nothing wrong with us either."

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"Wait, there's a signal, I've found Li Yang's location."

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Feng Quan, Tong Qian, and Huang Ziya arranged different jobs respectively. They were vigilant about their surroundings, paying attention to themselves, and looking for Li Yang. Finally, after the bell rang, there was a sudden signal from Li Yang.

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"It's fine if those people are not resurrected. Contact Li Yang and prepare to withdraw from the old house. For the time being, leave the few fish that slipped through the net. The time in this place is really disordered. I'm afraid that I will get lost if I stay here."

Yang Jian decided to evacuate after the restart event was over.

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The others nodded in agreement.

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The effect of this action has already been achieved, and it is really not worth the risk.

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But just as they were about to leave and passed the stairs on the third floor, the door that had disappeared and reappeared before appeared strangely in front of them.

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The old wooden door opened slightly, and inside was a steep staircase leading upstairs.

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The steps are narrow and oppressive, and only one person is allowed to pass.

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"It was the door that disappeared before. That ghost just entered here." Feng Quan stopped abruptly.

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Yang Jian glanced at it, he shook the cracked golden spear in his hands, and thought for a moment; "Don't worry, I don't want to repeat the supernatural incident in Room 301."

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The incident in Room 301 in Dachuan City almost killed him last time. Now that he led the team, he naturally dared not go deep into this bizarre room.

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If the door disappears again after the bell rings, wouldn't the entire team be trapped inside?

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"That's right, there's no need to take risks." Feng Quan nodded and looked away.

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No longer curious about this place.

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But when they were about to leave.

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There was a sound of footsteps above the stairs, and it seemed that someone was walking down slowly from above.

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The footsteps were dull and the rhythm was consistent, giving people a stiff feeling.

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"A living person can't get out of this kind of footsteps." Yang Jian gestured, asking everyone to stay away a little.

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"If a ghost wanders out, I'll deal with it."

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He decided to take another look.

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But soon.

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Yang Jian saw a headless corpse wearing modern clothes, slowly walking down the dark, cramped stairwell step by step.

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That was... Liu Baimu's body.

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But the body is here, but the head is gone.

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The corpse came out.

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The long spear in Yang Jian's hand had already been stabbed out.

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The suppression of the coffin nails was instantaneous, and there was no room for resistance.

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The corpse lost movement and fell to the ground instantly.

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"It's the body left by Liu Baimu. It's in the stage of the ghost's recovery." Yang Jian immediately understood what was going on.

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Liu Baimu, who had escaped just now, walked up the stairs, but he was killed by his hatchet curse on the way.

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"It's just that Liu Baimu shouldn't be traveling alone." Yang Jian thought about it for a while, and his ghost shadow covered it, trying to trigger the media to see how many people had entered the room.

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However, when the media triggered, he saw Liu Baimu, Zhang Qing in the wheelchair, and the figure of Wan Tong.

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Besides, he also saw the lifeless middle-aged man standing on the steps.

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and many more.

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Sudden.

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The medium was disturbed in some way, and the viscous blood seeped out from the wall on the stairs like black ink, gradually eroding the picture in front of him.

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The medium is interrupted, and the picture disappears.

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Yang Jian took a step back subconsciously, feeling an indescribable danger.

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"There is no way for the hatchet's medium to extend to the past~www.readwn.com~ seems to be isolated by a more special supernatural force."

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at the same time.

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After the bell rang in the ancient house.

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Behind the desk in that dark, gloomy cell.

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I don't know when a strange figure suddenly appeared. The figure was sitting in front of the desk, and he was writing something with his head down. At the same time, the other half of the notes on the desk gradually emerged.

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This content is like a broken stroke being completed, so that the unrecognizable handwriting can be recognized.

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Zhang Qing and Wan Tong on the side were still unaware, they were still looking around, looking for the source of the bell.

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Obviously, he did not find the position of the pendulum clock.

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Swish!

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With the disappearance of the bell, everything returned to silence, but a subtle movement suddenly appeared behind them, which attracted the attention of the two.

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It was the sound of a pen writing.

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It is very subtle, but it is especially obvious in this extremely quiet environment.

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The nerves of the two were instantly tense.

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"Is there someone on the table behind you?"

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Such an idea popped up in my mind.

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(End of this chapter)

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