Mysterious Recovery

Wang Chaling stared at the starving ghost sitting on the chair in the safe house, his eyes flickered, and various thoughts poured out of his mind.

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He can be sure that no one in the outside world knows that the starving ghost at the headquarters was stolen by himself, so after the ghost shepherd Chen Qiaoyang appeared, he must first make sure that the starving ghost he put in the safe house has not been captured. Chen Qiaoyang took it away.

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Although the possibility is not high, he still wants to confirm.

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"This is the current ghost circle, the only Specter that has been confirmed to be restarted and successfully imprisoned. Whether it is the value of the starving ghost itself, or the value of the coffin nail, it is very important, especially for me, otherwise I will I wouldn't have taken the risk to go to the headquarters to steal this starving ghost."

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Wang Chaling still had lingering fears when he recalled his decision.

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Once the matter is leaked, he may be hunted down by the headquarters.

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But he felt that although there were risks, they were within the scope of his own commitment.

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First of all, it was not me who acted, but my grandfather and grandmother who had turned into ghosts.

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Ghosts don't die.

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So even if it fails, it will be fine, and when the headquarters was dealing with ghost paintings, the masters had already been recruited, and it was almost impossible for the remaining people to stop the ghosts of the royal family.

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The result is obvious.

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He succeeded.

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The Hungry Ghost was forcibly stolen from the headquarters by him and hid in the safe house until today.

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Wang Chaling didn't dare to move the coffin nail for the time being.

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He has carefully studied the S-level supernatural events and the archives of the starved ghost. For a ghost of this level, any carelessness may cause a devastating disaster.

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After all, this Specter will restart.

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"Using the restart of the starving ghost, I can offset the restart of the ancient house. As long as it is successful, I can take back the pendulum clock of the ancient house, and then if I force the starving ghost to enter the restart stage, then with the restart of the pendulum clock, I will make In an unsolvable restart cycle, it takes forty minutes for the starving ghost to restart, thirty minutes for the pendulum clock to restart, and the total is seventy minutes."

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"One cycle makes the time in the ancient house go back 70 minutes. If all goes well, I can make the time in the ancient house go back to a certain point in time before."

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"Even, back to that day..."

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Wang Chaling stretched out his hand to grind the thick door of the safe house, and a touch of excitement surged in his heart.

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Because he already has this opportunity in his hands.

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It is possible, not hopeless.

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It's just a little bit of control, the control of the starving ghost.

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After all, the Starving Ghost can't keep restarting as you imagined, but it will kill people.

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Wang Chaling also knows the killing rules of starving ghosts.

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This kind of confidential file is qualified to read for a captain like him.

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But now...

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Wang Chaling put down his palm, a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

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He hadn't thought of a good way to control the starving ghosts. At the same time, Yang Jian was attracted by the matter of the ancient house, and Yang Jian was staring at the pendulum clock...

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In other words, if he can't implement the infinite restart plan in a short time, then if the pendulum clock is taken away by Yang Jian, then everything will be meaningless.

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So if you want to complete this plan, you have to catch the pendulum clock before Yang Jian takes it.

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"Yang Jian should not have the ability to take away the pendulum clock now, otherwise he will never take it later because of his character. It takes a correct time to touch the pendulum clock. Yang Jian and Chen Qiaoyang were suspicious when they started hands. It's the ability to restart, but his restart should be very short-lived."

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"It lasted for less than three minutes, and the restrictions were very large."

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Wang Chaling made a judgment.

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He is confident that the current Yang Jian cannot touch the pendulum clock.

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"But no matter what, I don't have much time. I must come up with a reasonable plan as soon as possible and implement the plan." Wang Chaling began to feel a sense of urgency in his heart.

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According to his plan, if everything goes well, the ancient house will be under his control, and with the starving ghost in his hand, there will be enough time to slowly improve the plan and wait for an opportunity.

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After all, he is an ordinary person, not a ghost rider, and can live a long time.

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The big deal, it will take a few years, a dozen years.

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When the conditions are met, Wang Chaling is not in a hurry, he can afford it.

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"Since it's all right here, I have to go out and deal with things outside."

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After confirming that the starving ghost was safe, he didn't stay long, and immediately turned around and left.

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The empty safe house was calm again.

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Inside the thick door, the corpse with blue-black skin had a weird belly and sat inside like a puppet. There was no movement, and the coffin nail on his forehead was still deeply inserted into the ghost's forehead. superior.

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However, no one noticed.

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As time passed, the coffin nail that was nailed to the starved ghost's forehead peeled off a few strands, which seemed to be rust on the coffin nail.

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At the same time, the numb, dead gray eyes of the stiff Specter moved slowly.

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The strange eyes looked in the direction of the door of the safe house.

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It was as if through the gate, he saw the back of Wang Chaling who was gradually moving away.

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But soon, these strange eyes turned back again.

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Everything seems to have never happened.

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Only occasionally, the rust on a few strands of coffin nails kept falling off.

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at the same time.

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In front of Ning'an Building.

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Yang Jian has gathered a team to meet, and is now ready to leave the city.

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How is your situation? "Feng Quan came over at this moment. He was monitoring the abnormality in the building. At this moment, he shook his head slightly, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

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"The ancient house was temporarily settled, and a dangerous person named Chen Qiaoyang ran away, so we have to pay attention in the future." Yang Jian said, he then glanced at the Ning'an Building under the name of Wang Chaling.

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The red wooden stool has been placed at the door of the building.

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Feng Quan said, "If this continues, this building will be doomed."

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"Isn't Wang Chaling in charge?" Yang Jian frowned.

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"Never appeared." Feng Quandao.

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Yang Jian said, "This guy can sit still. He doesn't care if there is a supernatural incident in his building. I don't know where he went, but we are busy wiping his ass."

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When he and Chen Qiaoyang fought before, this Wang Chaling was watching the play.

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I just said that I was going to deal with a supernatural event, but the person disappeared.

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"If it's over there, do you want to take care of it here?" Feng Quan asked.

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Yang Jian said, "Is there anything you can do after observing for so long?"

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Feng Quan said, "If you can find the hidden red wooden bench, there might be a solution."

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"No, the media has spread," Yang Jian expressed his opinion.

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"If you want to solve the problem, there is only one way. Let something special sit on the red wooden bench. That thing can't be too scary, causing the red wooden bench to break, and it can resist the attack of the ghost on the wooden bench. As long as it is successful, other All the wooden benches will lose their role as a medium, because there is only one ghost, and it absolutely cannot attack other people when it attacks."

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Yang Jian combined the previous situation again and came up with a plan.

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But this plan is very difficult to implement, very difficult.

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To put it bluntly, you have to passively withstand the attack of the ghost on the wooden bench, and the supernatural power you entrain yourself must not be too powerful, otherwise the red stool as a medium will be destroyed, and the ghost's attack will be stopped.

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"It seems that Chen Qiaoyang has given me a problem. He wants to take someone from a building to delay our time and let him finish school, but he didn't expect us people to be so cruel. Deal with him at home, and then come back to deal with the red wooden stool."

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Yang Jian showed a cold smile.

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Chen Qiaoyang made the right choice, using the responsible person's sense of responsibility, sympathy, and even a bit of diversion.

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It must have been fooled to be an ordinary person in charge.

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However, the script did not go the way Chen Qiaoyang thought, so this time he failed.

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"Captain, is it time to evacuate? The blockade here has been completed. It seems that you have finished the work over there. Everyone is fine." At this time, Huang Ziya and Tong Qian came over.

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"Li Yang, are you okay?" Tong Qian asked.

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Li Yang shook his head and said, "There is no danger, no big problem."

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"Then what are you waiting for, go back to sleep, go back to sleep, I'm so sleepy." Xiong Wenwen yawned.

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But he is a paper man and does not need to sleep at all, but he is active 24 hours a day.

"The matter of the red wooden bench has not been dealt with. Wang Chaling disappeared and I don't know where to go. After finishing this matter, I will leave." Yang Jian said.

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Tong Qian was a little surprised and said, "It's not like your style to look after Wang Chaling."

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"I really don't want to worry about it, but I promised Li Jun to deal with the supernatural incident here, so I still need credit." Yang Jian said expressionlessly.

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Tong Qian nodded.

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Although there are some problems with Yang Jian's personality, his credit is really good. At least there is no breach of contract for what he promised. This is why the headquarters is willing to ask Yang Jian to take action.

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Because Yang Jian will not be fooled, although the price is a bit expensive, it is reassuring.

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"Then finish the matter as soon as possible and go back to Dachang City." Tong Qian said, "Is there any good solution for everyone?"

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He looked at the crowd, swiped across Li Yang and Feng's body, ignoring Xiong Wenwen who was beside him, and the innocent ghost boy.

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In the end, I can only look forward to being with Yang.

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If you want to deal with supernatural events, you need not only courage, but more importantly, an intuition, a unique thinking.

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Everyone fell into silence, thinking about how to deal with the supernatural incident of the red wooden bench.

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Fortunately, they are no longer in the building, they are safe, and they have enough time to analyze this matter and think about countermeasures.

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"At this time, I have to rely on Daddy Xiong." Seeing that no one else was moving, Xiong Wenwen immediately stood up, wanting to make a splash.

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"There is a way to predict it a few times."

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Yang Jian glanced at him: "So many red wooden stools, countless media, countless variables, you have to predict when you will go."

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"No, I don't need to predict that thing, I just need to predict it to you, and see how you solve it in the future, and then I will tell you your action plan in the future, isn't that enough? "Xiong Wenwen said confidently.

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"No, I thought of a plan." Yang Jian said.

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Feng Quan said in surprise: "So soon? What's your plan?"

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"I need a bait to actively trigger the law of killing." Yang Jian said.

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"I'll be the bait." Tong Qian responded immediately without thinking.

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It's normal for someone to be the bait in a supernatural event, but it sounds a bit cruel, and many people can't accept it.

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But it's actually an integral part of the action.

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Just like someone always has to charge on the battlefield.

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Yang Jian said: "No one can guarantee supernatural things. If you make a mistake in the bait, you will die, and then there will be new supernatural incidents. It's not worth it. Let an ordinary person do it."

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"No one wants to do this." Tong Qian shook her head.

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"As long as you can afford the conditions, someone will naturally be willing to cooperate and help you die." After Yang Jian finished speaking, his eyes shifted to the urban area in the distance.

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The red light flashed away and instantly enveloped the past.

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The ghost realm comes fast and ends fast.

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next moment.

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A young man wearing a hospital uniform and bare feet appeared in front of Yang Jian.

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"Zhang Zhidong, you are sick, and something has grown in your head. From my experience, the success rate of that position is not high. You will die on the operating table. Why don't you leave your life to me today, and I will help you when it is done. With this operation, the success rate is at least 90%."

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Yang Jian spoke indifferently.

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This young man named Zhang Zhidong was still puzzled and dazed, because he was still in the hospital a second ago, but now he has appeared in front of Ning'an Building.

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"Since you have no objection, then you agree." Yang Jian walked over, grabbed his jacket and carried him forward.

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Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Li Yang, Huang Ziya, and Xiong Wenwen watched this scene calmly.

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"You, who are you?" The man named Zhang Zhidong reacted and asked in a stuttering voice. He didn't even resist.

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Dare not to resist.

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When this supernatural phenomenon happened to me, it was definitely fear at the first time.

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"I'm Yang Jian."

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Zhang Zhidong asked again, "Where are you taking me?"

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Yang Jian carried this person to the nearest red wooden bench in front of the gate of the building.

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He cut the man's arm, causing it to bleed.

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Blood dripped on a weird ragdoll.

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This is the last doll in Yang Jian's hands.

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"Sit down." Yang Jian pressed his shoulders and made you sit on the red wooden bench.

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Zhang Zhidong was dazed and at a loss, he had no room to resist, he just sat down steadily.

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However, then, he found that his body quickly lost consciousness, and at the same time, something happened that made him collapse to almost despair.

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The red wooden bench was originally empty, but as he sat down, a strange person appeared beside him.

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Lifeless, lifeless, cold and strange, dressed in old clothes, like a corpse that has been dead for many years, and this person's feet are glued to the wooden bench, seeming to be integrated into one.

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"This is... a ghost?"

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Zhang Zhidong's hair stood upright and his scalp was numb. He wanted to scream, but found that he was powerless.

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Yang Jian stood beside him, he grabbed the surrogate doll and watched coldly.

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The doll for the dead is already active at this moment. It is struggling in Yang Jian's hands, punching and kicking at Yang Jian, trying to break free and escape from here.

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But to no avail.

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Yang Jian grabbed the surrogate doll and didn't let it go.

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"It turns out that, let the ordinary people trigger the media to attract the ghosts, and then use the dead doll to divert the attacks of the ghosts. At this time, interesting things happened, whether the ghosts will attack the living people on the wooden bench, or will they attack the hands of Yang Jian. For the dead doll?"

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"Sure enough, the collision between the supernatural and the supernatural, the conflict between the rules and the rules, is still his play. He was born to do this."

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Feng Quan's dull voice was somewhat amazed.

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Tong Qian nodded slightly and said, "If the ghost wants to attack the surrogate doll in Yang Jian's hand, then the ghost will inevitably leave the wooden bench and invade the real world from the medium."

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"Once ghosts appear in the real world, they can be restrained."

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Although they saw the key at a glance, they couldn't think of this plan in a short time.

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It's perfect.

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At this moment, the ghost on the wooden bench, who had no idea what to do, was forcibly drawn out by Yang Jian with a doll.

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Of course, there are risks involved.

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After all, it is also possible that ghosts do not attack surrogate dolls.

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"It's really a loss-making business. To deal with this red wooden bench, it takes the last doll to die." At this moment, Yang Jian felt a loss in his heart.

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This is something that can save lives. It's better than ghost candles. It's not worth it to consume it here.

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next moment.

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There was a reaction on the calm wooden bench, and it began to vibrate violently, shaking.

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It seems that some invisible supernatural force is interfering with all this.

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However, Zhang Zhidong, who was sitting on it, widened his eyes in horror. He turned his head and looked aside, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing.

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A conflict of rules and rules arises. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

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At the same time, the wooden bench that exists as a medium has not been destroyed, because Zhang Zhidong is an ordinary person, he does not have supernatural power, and he cannot resist the attack of the ghosts. He just dripped a drop of blood on the doll for death.

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And the role of the surrogate doll is to divert the attack of the Specter.

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The ghost wanted to attack Zhang Zhidong, and it turned into a ghost who wanted to attack the surrogate doll.

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But the surrogate doll is not on the red wooden bench and has no contact with the medium, so the ghost now wants to kill the surrogate doll outside the medium, not Zhang Zhidong.

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The medium has become a bondage, which binds the law of killing ghosts.

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The ghost is breaking free, seems to be free from the **** of the red wooden stool, and invades the real world from an unknown place.

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"Will it appear?"

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Yang Jian waited for the rabbit with his golden-haired spear in hand.

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The red wooden bench shook more and more violently, and even fell to the ground several times, but it just didn't fall.

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Zhang Zhidong, who was sitting on the wooden waiting, couldn't escape, he could only accept the horror.

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gradually.

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A strange phenomenon appeared.

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A terrifying figure gradually emerged on the wooden bench.

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It was a Specter, struggling, shaking the red wooden bench, trying to break free and kill the dead baby not far away.