Mysterious Recovery

Yang Jian wanted to deal with this supernatural incident quickly, so his actions now are very bold, a bit reckless.

Lit the white ghost candle in the fourth layer of the ghost realm of the ghost umbrella, and actively attracted the ghosts. If Yang Jian had never done this before, because he would not easily risk himself.

But it's different now.

The supernatural power he has mastered now has surpassed before, and he knows the killing method of the ghost umbrella, coupled with the powerful supernatural weapon in his hand, these have brought him considerable confidence.

Accompanied by the burning of white ghost candles.

Things started to happen behind the dilapidated and scattered old houses around. With some subtle sounds in the rain, a strange person holding a black umbrella and covered in black tulle came out slowly. , and then kept moving closer to where Yang Jian was.

Somewhat different from the ghosts on the third floor, the ghosts on the fourth floor are still wet even when holding an umbrella, and there are water droplets falling from time to time. It looks like they have been wandering in this rainy world for a long time.

"very good."

Yang Jian was not afraid, but went directly to meet him.

However, the burning of the white ghost candle didn't just attract a ghost out. Several strange figures with umbrellas appeared one after another behind other collapsed houses, and as time passed, such figures gradually It has become more, and the number is even more than that of the third floor.

In fact, there are not a few ghosts on this floor, but they are usually scattered, so it is not easy to find them. Now that they are all attracted by ghost candles, the number will naturally increase.

Yang Jian came directly in front of the ghost as before, and he grabbed the umbrella in Li Gui's hand without hesitation, trying to grab it.

However, when he exerted a little force, he found that the umbrella in the opponent's hand was not moving at all, and there was no way to grab it.

You know, his palm is a ghost hand, which has the ability to suppress fierce ghosts. Although it can't fight against very terrifying ghosts, it can also deal with ordinary ghosts.

"The ghosts on the fourth floor are indeed different. They can't be dealt with casually like before, but... that's all."

Yang Jian dropped the umbrella in his hand, then held the spear tightly, raised his hand and slashed at the ghost in front of him.

The old hatchet was extremely sharp when facing the ghost, and easily cut off one of the ghost's arms.

Although that cold arm was still holding on to the black umbrella, it was easily snatched away by Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, who was drenched in the rain, immediately lifted up the umbrella on the fourth floor to avoid being soaked in the weird rain for a long time, and the ghost in front of him lost his black umbrella and started to panic under the rain. Little by little it is melting.

Like a snowman drenched in spring rain.

After a while, the ghost completely disappeared and became part of the stagnant water on the ground.

Ghosts don't die, they just exist in a different way.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian vaguely felt that the endless rain here should be related to the ghosts imprisoned here.

The deeper the layers of the ghost umbrella, the heavier the rain, and the more terrifying the ghost.

However, when this idea first appeared, the vision around Yang Jian became dim again until all the light disappeared, and after a while, the vision slowly recovered.

There was a loud sound of rain all around.

The splashing rain fell, hitting the black umbrella with a dull and weird sound, and it disappeared in less than a moment.

There were already several holes in the umbrella in Yang Jian's hand.

The umbrellas on the fourth floor don't seem to last long in the face of the torrential rain on the fifth floor.

However, when the light returned, Yang Jian was stunned.

Because the surrounding scene has changed a lot again, there were only a few dilapidated and collapsed wooden houses before, but now there are rows of complete houses around, some of these houses are made of wood, some of them are made of blue bricks

It was built, and they were all complete, not dilapidated, just like a small village.

The only difference is that there is no one in this village, not a single person, and every house is locked, as if denying anyone to enter.

"There is actually such a place inside the ghost umbrella."

Yang Jian glanced around with his ghostly eyes, and at the same time confirmed that the roofs of these houses are intact, that is to say, if he wants to take shelter from the rain here, he can only enter the house, because if he stays outside, he can use the torch in his hand. The black umbrella brought by the fourth floor can't cover this level of rainstorm at all.

Without hesitation, he walked quickly to a house before the umbrella was completely damaged. At this time, he realized that all the houses here have no eaves, which means that you can't stand under the eaves to avoid it. rain.

Yang Jian tried to open the door.

However, the seemingly fragile door just shook slightly and did not open. It looked like it was locked from the inside.

"It's not a door that can be opened simply by relying on strength. It requires the use of supernatural power to open such a door." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and then he used the supernatural power of the bus to slam it.

moment.

The wooden door was knocked open with a bang.

However, what surprised Yang Jian was that the wooden door was not damaged by the impact. You must know that the impact he had just now was no less than the impact of a supernatural bus. A supernatural wooden door of this level is enough to smash into pieces, and it is impossible to resist it. down.

As the wooden doors were opened, it was only at this time that Yang Jian could clearly see the real situation of the two wooden doors.

This is not two door panels at all, but a door made of two coffin lids. It's just that because the door is relatively narrow, people standing outside can't see the whole picture clearly. cover linked together.

"In the evil place, the gate is made of coffin lids, and there are no windows or patios inside. It doesn't look like a normal house at all."

Yang Jian frowned.

If it was before, he wouldn't want to step into this house at all.

No.

If it were before, Yang Jian would not even be able to open the door, and in the end he might be drenched to death by the heavy rain outside.

It was correct not to deal with this supernatural event before.

Who would have thought that there would be such a difference in the degree of danger between the four-layer ghost umbrella and the five-layer ghost umbrella.

On the fourth floor, Yang Jian was still able to do whatever he wanted, but after entering the fifth floor, even the current Yang Jian had to put away his contempt and become more vigilant.

He doesn't want to overturn here.

Yang Jian walked into this house, although it was pitch black, at least he wouldn't be drenched by the rainstorm, but when he opened his ghost eyes and looked around ignoring the darkness, he felt strong spiritual interference.

The interference was most obvious when looking into the depths of the house, and the sight of the ghost eyes was distorted for a while.

But this kind of question can't trouble the current Yang Jian.

Afterwards, pale green flames began to appear out of thin air around him, and these flames grew rapidly, and began to

It burned violently.

The appearance of the will-o'-the-wisp lit up everything around, and at the same time, the situation inside the house was completely presented in front of Yang Jian.

He saw that the house was empty, with nothing, no living or dead people, and no scary ghosts, only a black umbrella abandoned on the ground in a disorderly manner, and these black umbrellas were all They are different, some are slightly damaged, some are completely damaged, there is only one umbrella stand, some are open, and some are closed...

Yang Jian looked at the umbrella in his hand, it was also a little damaged, so he threw it casually.

The umbrella in my hand was abandoned in the house and mixed with other umbrellas around, and there was nothing special about it except that it was a little wet.

"An umbrella means that there was a person who once entered the fifth floor." Yang Jian thought of this

idea, and this reasoning should be no problem.

Because the umbrellas on the fifth floor will not be damaged by the rainstorm, only when the umbrellas on the fourth floor enter here will they be unable to block the rainstorm and show signs of damage.

"But here comes the problem. If someone entered the fifth floor like me, and then hid in the house to avoid the rain, where did those people go? Even if they died, there must be a corpse, or should they Have you all entered the sixth floor?"

Yang Jian's doubts could not be answered, he could only explore slowly by himself.

With doubts, he stepped on the road paved with countless black umbrellas and walked into the depths of the house.

Since nothing can be speculated, let the facts speak.

As Yang Jian continued to advance, the surrounding will-o'-the-wisps also covered him. These will-o'-the-wisps ignited the black umbrella and used it as fuel to burn more vigorously.

Some black umbrellas were damaged by the will-o'-the-wisps and disappeared.

However, some umbrellas do not change no matter how they are burned, but the number of these umbrellas that are not burnt is very small, not many, and they all have a common characteristic, that is, they are open and intact. Umbrellas with a slight chip can't resist the will-o'-the-wisps.

"Is the umbrella that won't burn out the umbrella on the fifth floor? If the guess is correct, then I can get to the sixth floor with it?" Yang Jian's footsteps stopped, and he reached for the umbrella in front of him. A black umbrella that cannot be burned.

But just when he was about to grab the black umbrella, a figure suddenly appeared in the burning will-o'-the-wisp behind him.

That figure was shrouded in firelight and kept approaching him.

And the feeling is familiar.

It's like the feeling of being peeped in a ghost dream before. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Yang Jian immediately withdrew his hands, then turned around abruptly, and at the same time the red spear in his hand was thrown out.

This is a subconscious counterattack.

Didn't even think about it.

However, when the flying spear tore open the will-o'-the-wisp, Yang Jian could see the figure clearly.

It was a female corpse. The corpse was wearing old clothes, and the clothes even had holes in several places. What's weird was that the face of the female corpse seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white lime, making it impossible to see clearly. The appearance of a female corpse.

"It's the ghost released from the rotten coffin on the ghost ship." At this moment, Yang Jian understood what it was that had been following him and spying on him secretly.

It turned out that this thing had been following him when he was on the ghost ship.

However, when he observed Yang Jian again, he made a new discovery. He saw a small piece of lime peeling off the female corpse's face.