Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 984

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Finally made it to the fifth day.

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Most of the first seven have passed, and the rest of the people in the ancient house will be named today: Ghost Banquet.

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It means that today is a feast for the ghosts, because this ancient house will be completely out of balance now, and all the supernatural beings will invade the ancient house. In this case, let alone ordinary ghost riders, even Yang Jian The top captains are also buried here.

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This is not a scene that a living person can deal with.

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If you want to live, you can only find a way to live today.

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According to the previous speculation, the key to survival today is three bowls of white rice.

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Three large bowls of blue-and-white porcelain were placed in front of the red coffin with three bowls of raw and uncooked white rice.

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Yang Jian, Li Yang, Zhou Deng, Liu Qingqing and Eagle got together.

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These are the only five remaining.

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Except for Yang Xiaohua, whose life and death are unknown, all the others are dead, and the first seven has not yet arrived, and there may be some damage in the future.

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But no matter how dangerous it is, you still have to work hard to survive.

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"I have a bowl with Li Yang, Zhou Deng has a bowl, Liu Qingqing and Ying Ying have a bowl, each groping for how to use it, and finding a way to survive in order to survive. If you can't find it, you have nothing to say if you die here." Yang Jian didn't waste time and said quickly.

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"Okay, let's do it like this."

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"I have no opinion."

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Zhou Deng and Liu Qingqing didn't object, they nodded, and immediately took away a bowl of rice.

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Yang Jian and Li Yang were assigned the largest portion of the bowl, because they were two people, Zhou Deng the least because they were one person, and Liu Qingqing and Eagle were not more or less, because Eagle was a special case, if you were lucky The music box curse can still help him resist the attack of the Specter.

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"The coffin has to be covered, otherwise the old man may be invaded by other ghosts, resulting in some unexpected changes." At this time, Yang Jian did not forget the aftermath.

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He lifted the lid of the red coffin, and quickly closed the coffin while the Specter was invading the ancient house.

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No one wants the old ghost to recover on the fifth day of the ghost banquet.

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This red coffin has the power to suppress the supernatural, but the premise is that the coffin and the coffin lid must be combined to be useful. If it is in the open state, the effect of the coffin restricting supernatural beings will be lost immediately.

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"If nothing else, this red coffin will not be opened until the day of burial." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

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He thought about it for a while, but he still didn't leave the coffin nails in this red coffin.

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It's not that he can't bear the coffin nails, but that he can't lose the help of the coffin nails yet, otherwise he won't be able to survive the next two days.

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"The ghost has come in..."

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Eagle said in a very heavy tone at this moment.

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This time is different from the previous few times. This time, the ghosts are coming from the gate of the ancient house. Not only that, but the two corridors on the left and right of the ancient house also heard the creaking sound of the door opening one after another, and darkness surged in the corridor. , like a mass of black fog brewing, and it must be vented at any time.

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It seems that the Specter who possessed the ghost realm, who was dismembered twice by Yang Jian before, has recovered and started to invade the ancient house again.

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The highly decomposed corpse that was cut by Yang Jian with a hatchet stood up again. At the same time, there were more new horrors coming in outside the ancient house, like a tide, engulfing everyone.

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The red coffin is completely useless now.

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The ghost crossed the patio and came to the lobby of the ancient house, and was still approaching, without the slightest intention to stop.

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Everyone is wearing mourning clothes, and I don't know if it is useful, but they dare not take it off. This thing can block the perception of Specter, but this kind of shielding is not omnipotent. Fan Xing was killed in mourning clothes before. Also killed in mourning clothes.

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It can be seen that although this thing is useful, it cannot guarantee you 100% safety.

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Everyone is now in the five-layer ghost realm of Yang Jian.

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Up to now, Yang Jian has not dared to take back the ghost realm. He is worried that once the ghost realm disappears, the Specter will directly attack the people in the ancient house, and even if you don't even have a chance to resist, you will be killed directly.

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"Relying on the mourning clothes and the coverage of the ghost realm, it seems that you can temporarily avoid being attacked by the ghosts, but this is useless."

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Yang Jian glanced at the others: "My ghost realm can't last a whole day, and in the case of supernatural interference, my ghost realm is guaranteed to be invaded, so I must find a way to survive before that. Otherwise, there will be no chance for trial and error.”

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"So it's better to take off the mourning clothes, leave the shelter of the ghost realm, and take the initiative to go out with white rice to try and make mistakes?" Zhou Deng frowned and understood what Yang Jian meant.

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"Perhaps this is the meaning of the ghost banquet on the fifth day, abandoning the protection of the mourning clothes on the fourth day of condolences to meet a new crisis." Yang Jian said.

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The eagle said at the moment: "Since it is trial and error, it is inevitable that there will be a problem of succession. I am cursed, and I will not live long. I will do the first trial and error first."

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"If that's the case, then I'll be the second best." Zhou Deng shrugged.

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Yang Jian said, "I am third."

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"I'm the fourth." Liu Qingqing's eyes flickered, looking very nervous, and then she gave the bowl of white rice in her hand to Eagle.

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Everyone didn't have a refusal, and they intuitively divided the order.

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Because there are only a few people left. If you don't go, who will go?

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If you want to survive, you have to fight.

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"Are you ready?" Yang Jian said.

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After the eagle took the bowl of white rice, he nodded: "I'm ready."

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He not only held a bowl of white rice, but also held two dice, one black and one red.

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In the event of an emergency, he would play dice to delay time as before.

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"Then it begins..." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he immediately sent the eagle out.

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Eagle is still standing in the same place, but he is no longer in the ghost realm of Yang Jian. It seems that there is no change, but in fact, it has changed a lot.

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Once you leave the ghost realm.

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The anomaly in the ancient house instantly became violent.

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The vague and eerie terrifying ghost figure projected on the wall instantly looked at the eagle, his body was being affected, his hands and feet were turning into shadows and gradually sinking into the ground, becoming a figure on the ground.

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The curse of the music box didn't work.

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Because the curse only guarantees that he will not die, it does not guarantee that he will not be attacked by supernatural forces, which does not conflict with each other.

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"Help you."

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Yang Jian didn't want the eagle to be disturbed and turned into a figure on the ground, so there was no need for trial and error.

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His ghostly figure swayed, like a ghost reviving, a huge black figure stood up from the ground, and then quickly enveloped the eagle.

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Eagle felt cold all over his body, and a gloomy cold invaded his body, making people shudder.

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His whole body seemed to be plunged into darkness, as if he was about to be engulfed by ghosts.

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But the ghost saved him.

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His hands and feet did not become further shadows on the ground, this supernatural influence was isolated, and he was protected by ghosts.

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This protection is not absolute.

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A mutilated corpse with only the lower body walked towards him. The Specter, who covered his eyes with his hands, slowly opened his palms, revealing two finger gaps, obviously without eyes, but inside the dark eye sockets. A strange sight appeared in the middle, and he secretly looked at the eagle.

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In addition, several figures of the Specter who poured into the lobby suddenly stopped, some of them looked at the eagle, and some of them ran directly towards him.

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The eagle just stood there motionless, as if it had triggered the killing rules of several ghosts.

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At this moment, it was a mistake for him to even breathe and even stand.

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This is the scary thing about the large number of ghosts in supernatural events. The rules of killing are superimposed. You can avoid this one, but you can't avoid the other one, and there will always be ghosts staring at you.

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Eagle has already sensed his own danger. At this moment, he felt that the curse of the music box might not be able to protect him.

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With the white rice in his hand, he has already figured out how to use it.

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Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed a handful of white rice and threw it out at the ghosts that appeared.

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This kind of action is not for no reason, but comes from some methods of exorcism among folk customs. In some places, the method of sammy is used to disperse evil spirits.

He thinks this method is likely to be useful.

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After the unripe white rice was thrown out, it landed on the ghost.

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The ghost didn't stop, it was still approaching.

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No, they are already attacking the eagle.

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The ghost shadow that Yang Jian shrouded on the eagle was immediately affected by some kind of supernatural power, twisting, tearing, and openings began to appear, and there was no way to continue covering the eagle.

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The ghost figure retreated, and the eagle's body immediately appeared abnormal.

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His body was gradually turning into a shadow, and at the same time, cracks appeared on his body, his eyes were bleeding, his stomach was nauseating, and he wanted to vomit...

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Supernatural power is invading his body.

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"He failed, this method is wrong." Zhou Deng said with wide eyes.

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"Yang Jian, let him come back." Liu Qingqing hurriedly said.

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But the eagle waved his hand and said, "No, it's too late, I have a ghost on me, don't come near me."

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He knelt down on the ground with a thud, behind him, at some point the half-torn corpse was lying on his back, his head was firmly attached to the back of his head, and he was vomiting again, not food, but A dead gray arm sticks out of his mouth.

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His body was sinking gradually, and he was about to disappear.

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The vague and terrifying ghost figure on the wall was walking, approaching the eagle.

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The music box reverberated faintly in his mind, but it couldn't stop it.

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In less than ten seconds, the eagle was attacked by several different ghosts, and his body was directly invaded by ghosts. At this time, it was useless to pull him into the ghost realm, because the ghost was already in his body. merged with him.

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The eagle's body was splitting open, and a strange body was wriggling under the flesh, gradually bulging, as if it would tear him apart.

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"Gamble with me, and if you lose, let me go." The eagle was bleeding all over, and he almost cried out in pain, but he still didn't die.

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The curse of the music box gave him the ability to survive beyond the physical limits of ordinary people.

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Even if his heart is broken and his internal organs disappear, the eagle can still live and remain conscious.

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But at this dangerous moment, the eagle threw the dice.

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The game of ghost dice begins.

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As soon as he threw it, the other dice turned frantically, and a Specter immediately participated in the game.

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The Eagles started the game smoothly.

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The ashen arm that came out of his mouth gradually retracted, the bulging body began to recover, and the half of the corpse behind him gradually blurred and disappeared... The supernatural attack was forced to stop.

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"The eagle is completely helpless."

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Li Yang was silent for a while, then said, "Once he quits this game, the Specter's attack will continue, and he will be instantly shattered and horrific. If it's just a music box curse, there's still a chance for him to survive. After all, Captain You also solved the curse thing."

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"It's your turn, Zhou Deng, while the eagle was still alive, he was holding back a few Specters for a while."

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Yang Jian said that he ghosted back, and finally took the bowl of white rice in front of Eagle and gave it to Liu Qingqing.

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"I know, do you think I'd be afraid? Team Yang, you underestimate me, Zhou," Zhou Deng said.

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Other people's skin masks never took off.

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At this moment, he is a ghost and a living person.

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But even a Specter, as long as it conforms to the rules of murder, he will still be targeted. It can only be said that after possessing the identity of Specter, you can interfere with Specter's perception to a certain extent, and it is not so easy to be targeted.

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"Be careful not to die." Yang Jian looked at him and said.

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Although there was trouble before this week, the cooperation in the old house was relatively smooth.

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"Do your best. If I die, remember to report to the headquarters and say that I died because of a supernatural event. That way, I can get a lot of compensation." Zhou Deng said, holding a bowl of white rice and gestured.

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Yang Jian didn't speak and let him out.

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Although he can pull Zhou Deng back at any time, the situation of the Eagles is in front of us. At a certain time, you can't pull it back if you want.

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Zhou Deng appeared.

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Sure enough.

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There are a lot less ghosts, a lot less. He is now a ghost, not a living person. This alone can avoid many murder rules.

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But things are not absolute.

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The ghosts pouring into the lobby were still wandering, and among them, several strange figures suddenly changed their direction and walked slowly towards Zhou Deng.

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"It's not good to sprinkle the white rice directly, so how about putting it on the ground?" Zhou Deng thought for a while.

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This is not a random thought.

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Because before that tomb, white rice was placed in front of the tombstone, and then the old tomb was safe and sound, no abnormality.

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So he sat down and put the white rice in front of him.

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Zhou Deng didn't move, he didn't use any means or supernatural power, he just relied on the protection of a human skin mask, and now he also knew that this human skin mask could no longer protect him completely.

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A ghost came.

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It was a dark road, endless and endless.

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At the very front of the darkness, a black Taishi chair was slowly pushed forward and came to Zhou Deng.

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It's that ghost...

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Yang Jian's face moved slightly, he recognized the ghost.

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Yesterday, he personally cut off the five fingers of this Specter and let him put one hand off the Taishi chair.

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This Taishi chair seems to be a tool to restrain this devil.

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Leaning on a hand on the black Taishi chair, it seems that there is no way to push it easily, which causes Li Gui to move slowly, and even the forward route is twisted and deviated. If it wasn't for the fact that the place was too small, Zhou Deng would sit again. If he stayed in place, the ghost couldn't even find Zhou Deng's position accurately.

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It seems very close, but in fact the ghost's route is winding.

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If you leave it outside for this little time, even an ordinary person can run away without a shadow.

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Wanting to kill is obviously inefficient.

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In this way, the level of terror has dropped.

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The black Taishi chair was pushed and moved forward, knocking over the bowl of white rice that Zhou Deng placed in front of him.

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"..." Zhou Deng was stunned when he looked at the black Taishi chair.

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Obviously.

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This usage is wrong.

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If it is useful, the ghost should stop moving.

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The white rice fell to the ground and disappeared quickly, as if it was eaten by a ghost out of thin air.

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But the ghost didn't leave~www.readwn.com~ Damn it. "Zhou Deng hurriedly picked up the half bowl of white rice that was left on the ground, and then wanted to leave as if running away.

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He moved.

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A palm with strange black nails was already resting on his shoulder.

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The huge power came, and he felt that the human skin mask on his face was about to fall off.

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This is supernatural suppression.

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Zhou Deng, pressed by a blackened palm, could hardly breathe, he was about to suffocate, his body was leaning, and he was about to die...

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"return."

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At this moment, Yang Jian started.

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The hatchet in his hand lifted and fell. Without hesitation, he cut off the terrifying Specter's palm. This time, instead of cutting off the ghost's five fingers, it was a whole palm.

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The ghost realm was covered, and Zhou Deng was directly pulled back to the ghost realm.

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"Huh!"

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It was only at this moment that Zhou Deng seemed to have recovered his heartbeat, his face was ashen, especially ugly, and he was gasping for breath.

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With only one hand left, this Specter can easily kill a ghost rider like Zhou Deng.

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No wonder Daqiang died in mourning clothes before.

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With this level of specter, it is indeed not wrong for Da Qiang to die.

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(End of this chapter)

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