Mysterious Recovery

Yang Jian has not been thinking about it for a while, and this is not the first time that he has made a choice under urgency. It has happened several times before, and he has his own way of judging.

But at this moment Russell Yi's voice came from outside again and told him that the ghost outside had moved.

From Russell's words, it is not difficult to know that the ghost outside did indeed act again. Whether this kind of action will have any inevitable relationship with Xiong Wenwen's subsequent death, no one knows.

But from the current situation, it can be analyzed that most of Xiong Wenwen's death was inseparable from the ghost outside.

Because there is only this ghost around.

"Russell, you don’t have to be so nervous and afraid. If you really run into a ghost, you don’t have to run and hide. We are all ghost masters. In essence, we are also a kind of alternative ghosts. If this time I don’t have If anything, the ghost outside is our next goal."

"The head balloon incident in Zhongshan City may be the source of it, and it is also under consideration."

Yang Jian walked out of the room with Zhao Lei's body on his back, his face calm and not panicked at all.

Russell was shocked as soon as he heard him saying this; "What? We are going to deal with that ghost? Let's forget it, that thing is not easy to mess with at first sight, let's just leave it alone. I’m going to die, I’ve already experienced something like this, and I don’t want to do it again."

To become a ghost master, he has also experienced life and death.

It is precisely because of the experience that I am afraid. It is rare to see Yang Jian, a fierce man who can overcome his fear and wander in the midst of supernatural events.

"Sometimes maybe you can't help but you don't act. Don't forget that you were also targeted by ghosts. If you count the time, once Xiong Wenwen dies, you will die five minutes after his death." Yang Jian walked over and said. ; "The ghost has been eyeing you, but you don't know it yet."

"It will be too late when it actually starts."

Looking at the living room, Lin Luomei had already lit the ghost candle in her hand.

The green flame was beating, enveloped her and Xiong Wenwen.

Yang Jian did not need the two of them to do too much during this trip, only that they needed to live to help themselves search for the source and avoid danger, so it is particularly important that ghost candles are placed on them to protect their safety.

"I have to go to another room to find something. Are you staying here until I come back, or will you go with me? If there is a ghost candle, you should be safe next."

Xiong Wenwen replied without thinking about it: "I won't stay here with her, I want to go with you, stay here with them, maybe my body will be cold after you come back, hurry, take me out of here. ."

"If this is the case, let's go together, Lin Luomei, take the ghost candle and lead Xiong Wenwen with me."

Without saying anything, Yang Jian walked out carrying Zhao Lei's body.

Lin Luomei held the ghost candle with her palms shaking slightly, but she still followed with her head. She didn't understand why Yang Jian would go outside when there were ghosts outside, but she couldn't help but listen to this situation. Yang Jian’s order.

If you still don't obey the order at this time, it will definitely end badly.

"Russell one, get out of here, we are leaving here." Yang Jian said.

"Big brother, think clearly, there is a ghost walking towards us outside, and it might be dead." Russell said with a trembling tone at the moment, his eyes revealed incomparable fear.

"I have my consideration." Yang Jian said with a cold face: "Follow me, you can all live. If you don't listen to me, I won't be responsible for death."

Russell also had no choice. Although he regretted coming along, Yang Jian did not force him to participate in this incident. He came here voluntarily, and now he only opened the door with a crying face.

Without saying anything, Yang Jian walked out carrying Zhao Lei's body.

"Where are we going? That ghost blocked the road." The flashlight in Russell's hand was still illuminating the tall man in the distance.

The tall figure still walked here with heavy steps without rush.

The smell of corpses in the air became stronger.

The thing in the distance is a living corpse walking.

But if it was just a simple corpse fraud, it would be good. This is clearly a terrible ghost with an unknown level of horror. Only when a certain condition is met, these people may die in the hands of this thing.

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's head stared at the thing through the dim aisle.

A face with black hair and smelly eyes, eyes constantly flowing out of corpse water, and an old coat on him, matched with that tall and burly body...It's like an evil spirit running out of the depths of hell. , Wandering aimlessly in this narrow aisle, directly blocking the aisle that is not too wide.

And now the front is facing here, step by step closer to this side.

"That's right, this is the ghost I met on the second floor before." Yang Jian's expression moved and he saw the footprints left behind the tall corpse.

The footprints are not black, they are only stained with the corpse water that flows out of the body and after they rot, they formed black footprints.

However, the shape and size of these footprints are exactly the same as when they first entered and exited the Caesars Hotel.

"what is that......"

Suddenly, he saw the ghost holding something in one hand.

A kitchen knife.

No, it should not be said to be a kitchen knife. Although the shape is very similar, it is apt to say that it is a hatchet, which is basically similar to the hatchet used for chopping wood in the countryside.

It was rusty and full of gaps, and it seemed to have been buried in the soil for many years, with some special soil remaining on it.

"The ghost is holding a knife in his hand...this is the first time I have seen it." Yang Jian's heart was stunned.

His instinct tells himself that a rusty hatchet is definitely not easy.

Because among the ghosts he has seen, there has never been a ghost holding a weapon in his hand. Even the ghost rope is just a hanging rope in nature, which is a normal item, but the hatchet is biased towards a special weapon.

Yang Jian has experienced so many supernatural events like this, and he has only seen it once in the files of the headquarters.

That is Dachang City, the coffin nail used to nail a tall figure in the mysterious room in the basement of Hongfa Temple.

The coffin nail is similar to this hatchet, and it is also a rusty iron tool.

But how useful is the coffin nail?

The source of the S-class supernatural event, the existence of the code-named starving ghost was nailed to death by Yang Jian directly with a coffin, and he lost his ability to move.

"Big brother, don't look at it soon, the time is coming soon, is it to go or run? You say something, that thing is going here, you are not afraid of death, I am afraid of death, Lin Luomei and I can't be killed by you. Here." Russell knelt down and begged him as soon as he grabbed Yang Jian's hand.

If he shouted that his father could save his life, he wouldn't mind shouting Papa Yang.

"Ghost killing is regular. This thing is very special. It does not have the characteristics of indiscriminate killing, or even the characteristics of random killing. We have seen it, its actions have not changed, and we have not died. From these I can conclude, This ghost must meet certain conditions to kill, and only kills one at a time."

Yang Jian said as he stepped back with Zhao Lei's body on his back.

He needs to observe any actions of this ghost to find out the law of killing of this ghost and avoid this danger.

Looking at the rusty hatchet, Yang Jian thought it was better not to provoke it.

At least not to provoke it now.

"Why are you so sure that this thing only kills one person at a time?" Russell was surprised and suspicious.

He didn't know where the information from Yang Jian could be so correct.

"If the casualties caused by this ghost were too great, Zhongshan City would have killed such a small number of people long ago. Judging from the casualties of this incident, this ghost is also defined as C, restricted." Yang Jian still side Walk and retreat: "But the harm is not great, which does not mean that the danger is not great. This kind of ghost that often kills only one person at a time is the nightmare of ghost masters."

The mummy bride met by the supernatural bus last time is of this type.

Only kill one person at a time.

But that person was killed in Yang Jian's third-tier ghost domain, and even the crying ghost couldn't kill the mummy bride's target first.

This is an extreme horror.

"I hope this thing is not as terrible as I thought." Yang Jian said with a bit of self-comfort.

He is now with a group of rookie chickens around him, if he encounters a ghost of the level of the mummy bride, the death and injury will be unavoidable.

But just when everyone followed Yang Jian and continued to deepen, and kept moving away from the ghost behind.

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It's ten after two o'clock.

There was a beep on Xiong Wenwen's cartoon watch.

This is the time he set.

"Yang Jian, me, it's time for my death." Xiong Wenwen held Yang Jian by the hand with fear, staring at him with wide eyes.

At the same time, following the tall male corpse wandering in the aisle, his footsteps stopped.

This is an anomaly.

Yang Jian, who had dealt with supernatural events many times, immediately realized it.

The death of Xiong Wenwen was caused by this kind of ghost.

"Don't be afraid, you will be fine in the ghost candle." Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "I believe that this thing made by Wang Xiaoming, as long as the ghost candle is not extinguished, no ghost can kill you."

Xiong Wenwen nodded, but the color of fear was not diminished.

After all, he foresaw the end of his death.

At this moment.

Yang Jian saw that the tall male corpse stopped and the hand holding the rusty hatchet slowly lifted up.

Probably raised to the position of half waist.

At this location, Yang Jian quickly compared it with the surroundings...It happened to be where Xiong Wenwen's neck was high.

"No way." Yang Jian suddenly realized something, with an incredible expression on his face.

Next, the tall male corpse held the rusty, chipped hatchet with a manual hand and swung it in mid-air, as if it was slashing the air.

next moment.

The ghost candle in Lin Luomei's hand immediately burst into flames, like a basin of cold water poured in boiling oil.

The green ghost fire expanded rapidly.

A whole ghost candle was burning in an incredible way at this moment.

In just a moment of effort, there is already less than one tenth left.

Xiong Wenwen is not dead.