Mysterious Recovery

　　 Looking at the densely covered **** palm prints on the walls on both sides of the passage in front of him, Yang Jian, who was carrying the corpse, hesitated.

　　 "Is the ghost in room 82 coming out? Is it because of my relationship, or is the ghost just wandering out?"

　　 He thought about retreating and temporarily avoiding the **** handprints that appeared constantly, but Yang Jian was worried that he would encounter unknown dangers as he continued to deepen, so he did not act for the first time, but was making decisions.

soon.

　　 Yang Jian, who was carrying the corpse, chose to bite the bullet and face the **** handprints that were constantly coming.

　　 It doesn’t make sense to retreat, it’s a waste of time, and it’s not necessarily assaulted if you walk up front. If you retreat and make a detour, you may lose your way, and you will even encounter a more terrifying danger than this **** hand.

　　 "I don't believe this thing can really kill me."

　　 Yang Jian walked quickly, directly trying to directly pass through the aisle covered with **** palm prints, without fear that this was the ghost in Room 82.

　　 It was impossible for him to change this kind of head iron.

　　 But the curse of the music box gave him courage and courage, allowing him to make many mistakes in the current period of time without losing his life.

　　 Yang Jian began to turn back and immediately passed the weird **** palm print on the wall.

　　 The surrounding feeling is obviously wrong.

Although he can't see where the real ghost is, Yang Jian can feel that this aisle is even colder than before, and there is an indescribable creepy feeling all over his body. It seems that there are a lot of double obscurities in this aisle. Strange eyes stared at him, but he walked through under the gaze of some kind of ghost.

　　 Yang Jian's ghost eyes didn't look around, because he was afraid of seeing something that shouldn't be seen and being affected.

　　 Since I decided to turn back on the same path, I don’t need to think about anything.

soon.

　　 He passed the door of room 82 again.

　　 This time, Yang Jian glanced inside again with a cold face.

　　 The situation in the room is a little different from just now. The red palm prints on the walls and roof of the school disappeared, and it seems that all of them ran outside, making the room that was originally a bit horrible, but returned to normal.

　　 didn't stay much, he just speeded up his action.

Because of the influence of the Shroud, Yang Jian could not use the ghost domain to transfer directly, so the efficiency of the action was slightly affected, but he was still very fast. This heavy corpse had no effect on him. After all, it was not. Fang Shiming's ghost lying behind has no spiritual ability.

　　 However, Yang Jian's actions soon followed the **** handprints on the wall behind him.

　　 These **** handprints actually changed their direction and no longer spread to the place they were just now. Instead, they continued to follow Yang Jian's back. This incomprehensible blood-red palmprint appeared again on the surrounding walls.

　　Ghost seemed to be following all the way, and identified Yang Jian.

　　 "Come here?"

　　 Yang Jian didn't look back, but he saw it clearly.

　　 But he ignored it, not even the slightest fear, he was ready in his heart.

　　 Continue to return quickly along the original road.

The numbers on the door numbers around 　　 also kept shrinking, from the previous number 82 to the 60, and then to the 50.

Halfway through luck, Yang Jian did not encounter any other weird situations other than the ghost who followed him, and he was getting closer and closer to the exit. In just a few moments, he came to No. 31 again. Near the room.

　　 "You can leave here after three more intersections."

　　 Yang Jian's body is cold, half like a walking corpse, his pale face without a trace of blood reveals a bit dignified.

　　Guiyan glanced back.

　　 The **** handprints on the wall behind him are still densely packed, and they haven't given up yet. They have followed all the way from Room 82 to here, and it seems that they have no intention of giving up.

"I didn't attack me, just following me? Or is my current state does not conform to this ghost's law of killing? After all, I am a dead person now, but this is not the way to continue. I must get rid of this stuff. After all, it is not a good thing to be stared at by a ghost of unknown level."

　　 Yang Jian thought while rushing.

soon.

　　 He came to the aisle of Room 1, and the exit was just ahead.

　　 Yang Jian stopped at this time.

"You can't let this ghost leave here with me like this. You must leave it here. In case the ghost leaves the Caesars Hotel, maybe there will be another large-scale spiritual event." Yang Jian put down his resistance on his shoulders. The tall male corpse.

　　 Maybe it's because he didn't continue walking.

　　 The **** palm print on the wall behind him stopped at a position where it spread to him about three meters.

　　 But this stop is not complete, there are still red palm prints slowly approaching.

　　 Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly. He looked down at the corpse lying on the ground, focusing on the rusty hatchet.

　　 Without thinking, he directly grabbed the hatchet with another gloved hand.

　　 Through the gold gloves, nothing unusual happened, but it was normal.

The tall man’s corpse was gripped very tightly, and the weird hatchet seemed to be inlaid on it. Yang Jian did not take it off with a lot of effort. He tried to force it again, even trying to force it off, but failed. NS.

　　 "Can't take it down?"

　　 Yang Jian frowned. He felt that this thing couldn't be taken down with brute force. After all, it was a strange thing, not as simple as imagined.

　　 "Ghost may be possible, but I don't know if I will be attacked again."

　　 He looked at his other pale and stiff palm.

　　 Although he was afraid that what happened just now would happen again, Yang Jian wanted to take the hatchet, and he should try it at this time.

　　 immediately.

　　 Yang exchanged a hand, this time he directly touched the strange hatchet with his ghost hand.

next moment.

The tall male corpse wrapped in the shroud actually began to struggle violently. It seems that his contact triggered the ghost’s law of killing. This ghost is about to attack him again, but because of the suppression of the shroud, this ghost has There is no way to act, which is why this fierce reaction is caused.

　　哐当!

　　 The weird hatchet got out of the male corpse's hand at this time and fell to the ground. Yang Jian didn't even pull it out.

　　 "Take it down?"

　　 With a solemn expression on his face, he hesitated, but he stretched out the ghost hand to pick up the hatchet and held the handle.

this moment.

　　 The rusty hatchet in the hands of the tall male corpse changed hands.

　　 The violently struggling corpse also recovered calm at this moment, and no longer moved.

　　 "There is no special feeling, everything is still normal." Yang Jian felt it, but there was no abnormality.

　　 "Is it the reason why it hasn't been used yet? So the weirdness of this hatchet hasn't been reflected yet. If that's the case, then I have to try...stepping on the footsteps?"

　　 "No, this should be wrong. Stepping on the footprints is a law of killing, not a must. Because I am a human, but I ignore this law, so stepping on the footprints should be just a medium."

　　 "If it's a medium, you don't need to step on your footsteps."

　　 Yang Jian looked at the **** palm print on the wall next to him, his expression moved slightly, and made an attempt. He stretched out his hand and covered the **** palm print on the wall next to him.

　　 covering the footprints and covering the palm prints are the same.

　　 If there is no wrong guess, this method should be able to exist as a medium.

　　 When Yang Jian held a rusty kitchen knife in his hand and covered the **** palm print on the wall with his other hand, it seemed as if the medium was triggered as he had speculated, and the scene before him changed terribly.

　　 seems to be an illusion, or he has seen the source of the palm print through the medium.

　　 Numerous “people” emerged in the previously empty passageway in the blink of an eye.

These people can no longer be called human beings. They have males and females. They are of different ages. They exude an aura of decay. Some of their faces are blue, like corpses that have been placed for a long time. Some of them are dark and seem to be decomposing. The skin kept falling down.

　　 In addition, these people's clothes are different. Some are modern, some are ten years ago, and some are from the Republic of China period...

　　 But these people of all kinds have one thing in common.

None of them had eyes. The eyeballs in the eye sockets seemed to have rotted away, leaving only a hollow and black outline. They couldn't see the road ahead at all, so each of them extended a palm to the wall. The palms were dripping with blood, leaving clear palm prints.

　　 This is the origin of the **** palm print on the wall.

　　 And this moment.

　　 Yang Jian turned to see that the hand he had just pasted on the wall was pressed against one of the **** palms. It was cold and terrifying.

　　 Even though he has experienced many supernatural events ~www.readwn.com~, he can't help but feel his scalp numb when he sees this scene.

But what made him feel even more terrifying was that it seemed that because he had touched the scarlet palm prints, the countless people in the passage raised their heads, looked at him with their hollow eye sockets, and then all stretched out. The other blood-stained palm seemed to grab Yang Jian and turn Yang Jian into one of them.

　　 This is a terrible ghost curse that can turn living people into part of the curse and increase the number of scarlet palm prints.

　　 Yang Jian's eyes shrank, and his other ghost hand holding a hatchet hurriedly raised it and chopped it down at the arm closest to him.

　　 This action seems to be cutting the air to outsiders, because there is nothing in front of him for him to cut, just like what the rotting male corpse under his feet did.

　　 Now Yang Jian understands the meaning of this air cutting action.

　　 The rusty hatchet in his hand was sharp and weird at this moment. It just slashed through the air at random, and the blood-stained arm in front of his palm was directly disconnected.

　　 In addition, other "people" seemed to have been attacked, and their arms were all disconnected at the same time.

　　 The dense blood-stained palm prints on the wall began to dissipate quickly, and this dissipated quickly, extending all the way to the depths of the passage and extending to the original room 82.

"boom!"

　　 The open door of room 82 closed suddenly at this moment, the door light by the door flickered several times, and the dim light almost went out.