Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 897 Unreachable

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By stealing the residual memory of a dead person, Yang Jian roughly understood the horror of the red wooden stool that appeared in the building.

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At this moment, he took the initiative to sit on the red wooden bench and approached the Specter on the red wooden bench through some medium.

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The ghost on the red wooden bench does not actually exist, at least ordinary people can't see it, and Yang Jian's ghost eyes can't see it either. It is a horrible thing that cannot be manifested in the real world. Connect to make ghosts appear.

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But the moment the ghost appeared.

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Yang Jian had already sensed that something was wrong.

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He lost consciousness directly in his lower body, and was fixed on a wooden bench like a piece of wood, unable to break free or even move.

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This kind of suppression is not aimed at the body of living people, even the ghosts in the body.

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Ghosts can't move.

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"This kind of feeling is like being nailed by a coffin nail, but after the coffin nail nails the ghost, it is completely suppressed, and this only suppresses half of my body." Yang Jian, who was sitting on the red wooden stool, forbearance at the moment He couldn't help taking a deep breath.

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Although the body can't break free, the upper body can still move.

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Things weren't particularly bad.

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But now is not the time to be concerned about such things.

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But the ghost on the wooden bench sat next to Yang Jian.

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The terrifying ghost figure was almost sitting beside Yang Jian, his body was cold and terrifying, without a trace of the warmth of a living person, the old clothes gave off a retro taste, but if this kind of clothes was worn by a person. The body is fine, but it looks especially weird when worn on a ghost.

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The most incredible thing is that the ghost's feet are curled up, not touching the ground, as if glued to the red wooden stool, thin and stiff.

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Yang Jian observed this terrifying Specter from a close distance.

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The ghost sat motionless on the red wooden bench, like a corpse that had been placed here for a long time, motionless and lifeless.

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But this stalemate didn't last long.

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Perhaps the person sitting on the mahogany bench attracted the attention of the ghost, or perhaps triggered the ghost's law of killing.

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The ghost on the wooden bench moved at this time.

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Ghost, slowly turned around and looked at Yang Jian.

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What kind of face is that?

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It's blurry, like a shadow, and the only thing you can see is a pair of eyes with only black outlines. The combination of the fuzzy facial features and the black outline of the eye sockets makes people's hair stand upright at the first glance. Horror.

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Faced with this kind of situation, as a human instinct, I want to struggle to stand up and flee in horror.

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But it can't be done.

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Even if the ghost is already staring at you, you can't break free from sitting on a wooden bench with you.

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Yang Jian's lower body was still unconscious, and he couldn't even stand up, let alone escape.

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"This ghost is going to attack me."

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Suddenly.

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An instinctive early warning, aware of a terrifying danger coming.

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Even now, Yang Jian can feel the trembling feeling of being terrified after being stared at by a Specter.

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This feeling is correct.

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Sitting on the red wooden bench, the terrifying Specter with a blurry face and empty eyes stared at Yang Jian for a few seconds before moving again.

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The ghost's dry palm on the wooden bench slowly lifted up.

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"Do it."

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But at this moment, Yang Jian moved faster, and the cracked golden spear he held tightly in his hand stabbed out, with a coffin nail inlaid at the end of the spear.

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He will use this coffin to nail the ghost in front of him.

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With just one click, this miraculous event in front of you can be completely resolved.

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"boom!"

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But the next moment.

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A loud bang appeared.

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Yang Jian's coffin nails went directly through Li Gui's body on the wooden bench and nailed directly to the wall of the aisle next to him.

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The tiles on the wall were shattered, leaving a gap.

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But the ghost was still sitting there.

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The coffin nail could not hit the ghost in front of him, but was directly penetrated like air, so this sudden suppression ended in failure.

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Next.

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Yang Jian felt that the back of his hand was touched by the ghost on the wooden bench, only to notice the cold aura eroding into his skin.

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Before he could react, the red wooden stool under his **** suddenly snapped.

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The weird red wooden stool seemed to be broken, and it fell apart, becoming a pile of old wood on the ground.

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"Pfft!"

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This sudden change made Yang Jian fall directly to the ground.

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At the same time, the pressure on the red wooden stool failed.

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Yang Jian's lower body regained consciousness and became active again.

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"What's the matter, did it succeed?" Feng Quan stood at the crossing, and when he saw this scene, he immediately asked.

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Yang Jian's face was gloomy, he stood up, looked at the broken wooden bench on the ground with some doubts, and said, "I don't know, a ghost appeared after I sat on the wooden bench just now, and then the ghost attacked me. , I tried to suppress it, but failed, I just don't understand how the red wooden stool suddenly broke."

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"It seems that the wooden stool also broke after the ghost attacked me."

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"Yang Jian, your nose..." Feng Quan said suddenly.

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nose?

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Yang Jian touched his nose, and thick blood flowed from his nose. The blood was no longer fresh, and it felt a little coagulated, like blood flowing from a corpse.

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His expression moved slightly.

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She rolled up her sleeves.

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Yang Jian saw the corpse spot on his arm, as well as the weird bruise, and touched his chest at the same time, his heart was cold, and his heartbeat had already stopped.

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"Looks like I'm dead, and I have no life characteristics. I should have been killed by the ghost just now."

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Feng Quan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Can a ghost wipe out the lives of a living person? Because our ghost riders are quite special, we were not killed."

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"Maybe, the contact just now was too short, and the information I got was very limited." Yang Jian said, checking his body at the same time.

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From sitting down until the red stool shattered and fell to the ground, the whole process didn't even take a minute.

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But it was this minute that made Yang Jian's body feel like he had been dead for ten days.

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All signs of the living disappeared.

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If it weren't for the fact that Yang Jian was an alien now, he would have been killed by the ghost on the wooden bench.

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"But the ghost seems to have paid some price to kill me. This broken wooden bench should be the result of supernatural and supernatural impulses. After all, if you want to kill me, you have to fight against the ghost in my body, but no matter what. , the ghost on this wooden bench seems to be a little more fierce."

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Yang Jian's life was not tough enough to withstand this ghost's attack.

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But although his body is dead, his consciousness has not been erased, so the impact is not very big.

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"follow me."

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Yang Jian didn't say much. He quickly left the aisle and came to the office area outside.

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At this moment.

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Dozens of employees on this floor are sitting at their desks, daring not to move or walk around. The scene is well controlled.

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Yang Jian looked around.

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Finally, his eyes stopped at the door.

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Behind the glass door at the door.

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A strange red long wooden bench was still placed there motionless.

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In the dim environment, the red paint on it was particularly striking, as if it was emitting a slight red light.

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"Sure enough, the ghost is still there. The red wooden stool is just the medium. The real ghost is the source. If the source is not limited, this medium created by supernatural power will always exist and cannot be eliminated."

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"I don't know how widespread this red wooden bench is. If it's only in this building, it's better, but if it has spread outside, then the situation will be complicated."

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"So I still have to find a way to let me touch the real ghost."

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Yang Jian was thinking.

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This is a very special supernatural event.

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Ghosts appear through red wooden stools, which means that people and ghosts need red wooden stools as a medium to connect together.

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Other things that do not have access to the medium have no way to contact ghosts.

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This situation made Yang Jian think of the ghost dream incident he encountered in his hometown before.

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The ghost in the dream invades reality through the medium of rain.

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So the ghost in the dream can kill the person who is soaked all over. It just so happens that the person who has a nightmare will break out in a cold sweat, so this is also in line with the law of the medium.

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Then there is the phenomenon of people dying in nightmares.

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"Whether it's a coffin nail or a hatchet, there's no way to use the red wooden bench as a medium to get in touch with the ghost at the source." Yang Jian understood why his psychic items were useless.

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"If you want to come into contact with the ghosts on the wooden bench, you can only be people...or other ghosts."

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"It seems that this supernatural incident is not so easy to solve."

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After thinking about it again, Yang Jian began to feel the difficulty of this matter.

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Because after the ghost rider triggers the medium, it can't stand the ghost's attack. If you can't stand the attack, then sitting on the red stool is courting death.

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Yang Jian has already tried it himself, the horror level of this ghost is very high.

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"Is this troublesome?"

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Feng Quan glanced at the red wooden stool not far away, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to put it down first? Although this thing is dangerous, it doesn't seem to be high, as long as you don't sit on it, you should be fine. ."

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"That ghost is hidden deep, and it is very dangerous. It's really troublesome. Let's create a file first, codename: Red Stool." Yang Jian's eyes moved, and there was a special plan in his mind that might be feasible.

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"Okay." Feng Quan nodded.

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But at this moment, the company director on this floor came over cautiously and said, "Two big brothers, our company has come to the end of get off work. If there is nothing else, can we people get off work and leave first?"

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Looking at the time~www.readwn.com~ it is indeed a little late.

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Yang Jian glanced at him.

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The supervisor was taken aback and hurriedly changed his words: "Of course, I am also very willing to cooperate with the two of you. If you need to work overtime, we are also very willing."

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"Leave tomorrow morning, you'd better stay here tonight." Yang Jian said coldly, "I'll only say this once, don't blame me for not reminding you when I die."

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It's not that they won't let these people go, but there are a lot of things going to happen tonight.

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And the supernatural has invaded this building.

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A group of ordinary people want to leave work normally?

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Yang Jian agreed, the ghosts here would not agree either.

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"And you'd better stay away from the red wooden bench. As for the corpse, someone will naturally deal with it tomorrow." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he turned and left.

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The supervisor was a little stunned when he saw this scene.

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Does this look like a case?

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Why didn't he do anything, act strangely, and speak strangely.

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Doubtful, puzzled.

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But he didn't dare to ask too much. After all, both of them had guns and documents.

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(End of this chapter)

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