Mysterious Recovery

Dead, dead?

Everyone in the ancient house opened their eyes and looked at the dead body that was nailed to the wall by a spear on the third floor, and there was an incredible shock on their faces.

"Liu Baimu was killed? This is not a joke, right?"

"Such a person can't hold on in front of Yang Jian for a few seconds?"

"Coffin nails. The one that nailed Liu Baimu is the coffin nail. This Yang Jian just threw the coffin nail out, so he dare."

This white-haired young man seems to be Liu Baimu, who is relatively high in this group, but his loss caused everyone in the ancient house to panic for a while, and it seemed that no one had expected such a start.

Spiritual collisions are not something that can be won by a large number of people, but to see who can fully exert the spiritual power without dying to be revived by ghosts.

So dying a top ghost master first can affect the whole situation.

After Yang Jian nailed the Liu Baimu to death, he didn't even look at it. He knew that this guy was dead. After all, after being nailed to the coffin, there was no possibility of turning over. Even he couldn't stop this kind of attack.

He kept walking, and went straight to the person in front of him.

"Quickly kill Yang Jian, he won't die and all of us will die." The brief panic did not lose their ability to resist.

Various spiritual phenomena appeared beside Yang Jian.

While running, Yang Jian felt something pulling his body behind him. The breath was cold and terrifying, like a ghost wandering around his body.

When his face was as usual, black shadows shrouded his feet, forcibly breaking free from the shackles of a certain ghost.

"What are you kidding?"

A man in his 30s opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Jian in a hell.

He even doubted whether the supernatural power had interfered with Yang Jian, but it had no effect at all.

You know, even a real ghost can delay it for a while.

"Not good." The man turned around in a panic and prepared to escape.

But the next moment he felt that his body was losing consciousness quickly, and a stagger fell directly to the ground, a cold black shadow was eroding his body, depriving him of control of his body.

"Help, help"

Suddenly, his eyes shrank and he shouted for help.

But the next moment, he saw Yang Jian lift his foot down.

boom!

His whole body was shaken, his head was violently aching, and then his consciousness fell into a coma, and he could no longer wake up.

"I dared to participate in this battle even after driving a ghost, do you really think I didn't die fast enough?" Yang Jian coldly snorted, and walked straight to the next one.

"Fucking, are you coming for me?" A man in a wheelchair changed his face from fright and wanted to leave in a hurry.

But it was too late.

A black palm of Yang Jian directly grabbed his neck and lifted it from the wheelchair, red light flashed in his dark eyes.

As soon as the ghost hand's suppression was completed, half of the person's body fell off directly from the body.

That half of the body actually seemed to be spliced ​​on his body, not belonging to a living person, as if cut from a certain corpse.

"Crack!"

Without giving him any chance, his neck was cut off abruptly, and then he planned to kill the third ghost master.

But at this time, Yang Jian's footsteps stopped.

He looked down slightly? Eyes shrank? He immediately saw that his feet were actually hugged by a rotting corpse with a disheveled hair.

He tried to struggle? He couldn't move? His feet were frozen as if taking root, and this feeling of loss of control continued to spread as the incident passed.

"Yang Jian? Don't be too self-righteous."

A woman in her early twenties wearing a thick down jacket? She stared at him fiercely: "No matter how powerful you are, you are only a person? Don't you just look at us like this?"

"You are very good."

Yang Jian turned to look at her, the red light in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"You don't need to praise me." The woman said coldly.

Yang Jian said: "You misunderstood, I am not complimenting you, I said you are very good? Is it a little troublesome to kill? Doesn't mean I can't kill you."

After speaking, he raised his hand.

now.

The golden spear that had nailed Liu Baimu on the third floor was pulled down by a black ghost hand, and then fell from the upper floor.

The woman looked up and was shocked: "Quickly, kill Yang Jian, Fang Tong? What are you doing?"

"coming."

A relatively short, but very strong man came straight through gritted his teeth? Although he was frightened, he did not flinch.

This person is called Fang Tong? The code name is Ghost Crashing.

Although he only managed a ghost, it was a mortal law.

As long as he is hit by him? The living will undoubtedly die.

This kind of supernatural came from Liao Fan’s ghost rental car? Because he used to be the owner of an auto repair shop? After contacting that ghost rental car, he was infected by some kind of supernatural spirit. The pendulum clock cursed.

In other words, he is the driver of the ghost taxi.

But the next moment.

A man with a deadly face crossed in front of Yang Jian.

"Does it really mean we don't exist?"

Feng Quan grinned, his voice was low, like a dead person buried in the grave.

boom!

The next moment, he was knocked out by Fang Tong.

It rolled on the ground several times, but some people stood up like an okay person.

There was a lot of mud on the ground, and the bumped chest was dented in a large block. There was no living body inside, only white bones, internal organs, and muscles were built from wet mud.

"not dead?"

The man named Fang Tong stared at Feng Quan incredibly.

"I drove three ghosts, why can you hit me to death in one fell swoop?"

Feng Quan's face was a bit sullen, he felt a kind of dizziness and sharp pain, this kind of pain did not come from the body, as if torturing his own consciousness.

As if this guy could knock the consciousness of a living person out of the body, it was almost like that ghost rental car.

What a terrible attack.

As for the other people in the team, one person has already died in this collision.

Yang Jian glanced at Feng Quan. At this moment, the cracked spear had fallen.

"Stop."

The woman ran over to grab the thing.

Once this supernatural weapon fell into Yang Jian's hands, there was really no chance at all.

"Any chance?"

This woman was nervous, only the long spear that kept falling in the midair was in her eyes.

If you can take it away, maybe you can kill Ghost Eye Yang Jian here.

This is an opportunity.

In the desperate situation of life and death, this woman exploded with unimaginable determination and courage. At this moment, she had already planned to weigh the life and death of herself and Yang Jian on the scale to see who was better.

"Grab."

next moment.

The fallen spear was actually snatched by the woman first. She grabbed the spear, and she felt a dreamlike feeling for a while.

"good."

Yang Jian couldn't move, he was restricted, and his eyes calmly watched as the spear was taken away.

"Go to hell."

The woman shouted hoarsely, she brandished this strange weapon and slashed at Yang Jian's head.

But the next moment, something unexpected happened.

The scary hatchet that could dismember Li Gui was easily held by Yang Jian with one hand before it fell on Yang Jian.

"How could this be?" The woman was stunned for a while.

This supernatural object is so blunt? Can't even human skin be cut?

"The knife is not used in this way. If you don't trigger the medium, this thing is scrap iron."

Yang Jian's voice was cold, and he grabbed the spear and pulled it hard.

A powerful force made this woman almost unable to grasp the weapon in her hand, she immediately let it go, and because of her inertia, her body staggered towards Yang Jian.

"Liu Yue, be careful, stay away from him."

Someone nearby rushed over, hugged the woman named Liu Yue, and then madly backed away.

"It's a pity, I have already obtained Yang Jian's supernatural weapon." Liu Yue gritted his teeth regretfully.

She shouldn't have gambled, she can kill Yang Jian with a single bet.

If you can immediately retreat after getting the spiritual item, and then find a way to use this spiritual weapon to carry out the next attack, then this Yang Jian will definitely die here.

But now, the best chance is gone.

"It's so naive, the opportunity you thought was just the opportunity I gave you." Yang Jian's tone was indifferent, and the black shadow under his feet covered the surroundings.

"From the beginning to the end, I didn't think you were a threat, and my supernatural weapon can't be used in my hand."

Medium trigger.

Yang Jian held the spear forward a little bit, understatement, and didn't even touch anyone in front of him.

But the next moment.

The woman named Liu Yue froze instantly, and there was a blood-red crack in the center of her eyebrows, which penetrated deep into the head and penetrated the back of the head.

"Puff!"

She immediately looked stunned, and fell to the ground with dull eyes.

No breath.

Only a pool of scarlet blood dripped from the center of the eyebrows.

Yang Jian touched his split forehead, and the wound was slowly healing under the influence of the ghost.

"You come to save her, it looks like a good relationship, if so, let's send you on the road together."

The spear stood under his feet, and the part of the coffin nail pierced the ghost who hugged his feet.

Suppressed to form.

Li Gui fell asleep, and Yang Jian resumed his actions again.

The man who rescued Liu Yue was frightened at the moment, and he no longer had the courage to confront.

How long is this before and after.

Yang Jian killed Liu Baimu, Liu Yue, and Zhang Qing who was in a wheelchair. There were already four of them, including the hapless guy who was trampled to death.

Fang Tong, codenamed Ghost Strike, is not dead yet, but it's coming soon.

At this moment, the person holding Fang Tong had been caught by Feng Quan, and he was burying it in an abrupt old grave little by little.

Unable to struggle, there was only one head outside, showing a pair of horrified eyes.

And apart from this, other people are also engaged in their own spiritual confrontation.

"Xu Ming, Xu Ming."

A man named Xu Ming was sweating all over his body at the moment, and he was stared at by a weird child in a shroud.

The child is like a ghost in the starving ghost incident in Dachang City.

As soon as he touched his hands, he saw the child open his mouth and call someone's name. A person named Liu Yu turned his head, and then the person died. The body is still lying motionless.

Now, this ghost kid is calling his name again.

"Xu Ming, Xu Ming?"

Guitong stood in front of Xu Ming, raised his head, looked at him blankly, repeating his name constantly in his mouth.

The strange thing is that the person speaking is in front of him, but the voice comes from behind.

Xu Ming tried to use his own supernatural power to fight the ghost kid.

But what makes people desperate is useless.

The shroud worn by the dead man seemed to resist the spiritual attack, leaving him powerless.

"Yes, there can be nothing wrong, this must be Liao Fan's ghost calling people, Li ghost calling people can't turn their heads, or they will die if they turn their heads."

Xu Ming recalled this moment, the strange power of this ghost kid was the same as Liao Fan's ghost shouting.

It is not difficult to guess that Liao Fan has died in Yang Jian's hands.

Gui shouting people were controlled by this little thing.

"Why is this? Liao Fangui only used his abilities a few times when he called people, but the kid stared at me and kept shouting."

Xu Ming found that the more Guitong called his name, the more he couldn't help but turn his head.

Wouldn't this thing be revived?

"escape."

However, Xu Ming gritted his teeth and turned around to escape into the depths of the ancient house.

Only in this way can he have a slight turn for the better.

As soon as he moved, Guitong moved, no matter how fast he ran, Guitong always followed him, calling his name behind.

at last.

Xu Ming couldn't resist this kind of spirituality, so he couldn't help but glanced back.

"No, it's not good."

He realized that something was wrong and wanted to stop his uncontrolled behavior.

But it was too late, and this glance made him trigger the law of mortal killing.

Xu Ming planted directly on the ground.

Guitong stood beside his corpse, tilted his head slightly and looked at him: "Xu Ming. Xu Ming."

It's still shouting.

He even squatted down and pushed Xu Ming's body with his small hands.

But Xu Ming was already dead, and the body did not respond.

After squatting for a while, the ghost boy stood up again: "Qin Zhifeng, Qin Zhifeng"

It walked barefoot, called another person's name, and ran all the way.

"Woohoo!"

At the same time, Tong Qian's grimace was crying, and the cry echoed in the secluded ancient house, and then formed an echo and returned again.

The speed of echo in the old house seemed surprisingly fast.

It only took a moment to superimpose the echoes in three layers.

"Quickly get rid of this grimace Tong Qian, you can't let him cry, the echo has superimposed this kind of spiritual power" Someone cried, and reminded others in horror.

But before he finished speaking, he froze in place with a sad expression.

At this moment, the supernatural phenomenon appeared beside Tong Qian.

A reflection appeared on the ground.

It was a horrible figure of a ghost. The figure of a ghost on the ground and Tong Qian's reflection were entangled, and Tong Qian was shredding in the reflection.

soon.

Tong Qian's face changed suddenly, and he felt the pain of tearing in his skin, cracking and bleeding.

The most disturbing thing is that his cry can't interfere with the ghost on the ground killing his own reflection.

"Let the shadow disappear to avoid being attacked by ghosts." Xiong Wenwen reminded loudly at the moment.

This sentence is tantamount to saying the law of murder by Li Gui.

"let me help you."

Huang Ziya had already come to Tong Qian's side at this moment, her dark and thick long hair hung down, draped over Tong Qian's body, covering his body and blocking the reflection under her feet.

The figure of Li ghost that appeared on the ground hovered beside Tong Qian, who was covered in thick black hair. He wanted to attack, but he had to peel off that hair little by little.

Huang Ziya immediately felt that the hair on her back was being pulled away a little bit.

But she also controlled another ghost.

next moment.

A vague Li ghost figure stood on her back, and deep, thin and slender arms hugged Huang Ziya and Tong Qian together.

Suddenly, the sensation of the hair being flicked stopped abruptly.

The attack could no longer work, and Huang Ziya was abruptly blocked.

The grimace was crying, the voice echoed,

"Boy, don't you think you died fast enough?" a vicious man growled.

This Xiong Wenwen prevented himself from killing Tong Qian.

next moment.

Xiong Wenwen's reflection appeared on the ground again strangely.

The Li ghost who was pestering Tong Qian next to him turned to Xiong Wenwen.

"Damn, bully me, Daddy Bear?" Xiong Wenwen was taken aback, hurriedly took out a bamboo tube and drew a lot.

pregnancy!

A distorted font is written on the bamboo stick.

Immediately.

The reflection of Xiong Wenwen that appeared on the ground quickly disappeared, as if it had been affected by something. The reflection was obscured and could not be revealed.

"Damn it." The sulky man wanted to kill at this moment.

There is no doubt that this Xiong Wenwen is a supernatural object, which can protect herself from other supernatural harm.

"Hurry up and die, this is already Tong Qian's fifth wave of cries." Xiong Wenwen was still mocking, raising a middle finger.

"Woo."

The echo echoed back from the ancient house, and the cry from Tong Qian's grimace formed the fifth superimposition.

This time the cry seemed to have reached a certain critical point.

moment.

Someone fell to the ground while crying.

One, two, three, four and four ghost masters were killed instantly.

The vicious man was among them, and he fell to his death crying and weeping.

But in an inconspicuous place, two ghost riders desperately tried to break open a dilapidated door.

When they were fighting just now, they were eyeing the new ghost master named Li Yang.

Two against one, there is no reason there is no chance of winning.

really.

Li Yang escaped.

Fleeing into an inconspicuous small room in the ancient house, the wooden door was closed and could not be opened anymore.

It was obvious that the wooden board had fallen off, and the incomplete wooden door didn't react at all no matter how it hit it at this time.

And the supernatural power can't influence it.

A fragile door seemed to cut off everything.

"I thought it was a newcomer who could be bullied. I didn't expect this guy to be so embarrassed that he would not come out after hiding. The situation in the hall seems to be wrong. Let's not waste time here. Check the situation. If the situation is wrong, we will withdraw."

A person blocking the door looked uneasy.

The ghost riders are fierce when fighting against each other.

They chased Li Yang over, but they didn't want to get involved in the melee, so as not to die in the inexplicable spirit.

"It makes sense." Another person agreed.

They don't want to spend time with Li Yang here.

But when they were about to leave, the tattered wooden door opened again with a creak.

It was dark inside, and only a vague figure was standing there.

"Um?"

One person immediately became alert, but then his expression panicked.

A huge tugging came from the door behind him.

"Damn, this Li Yang, he more than controls a ghost." After reacting, he wanted to resist, but it was too late.

This person was instantly sucked into the door.

"boom!"

The dilapidated wooden door was closed, and it was quiet inside.

"Open the door for me."

The other person wanted to save, but after hitting him, he still couldn't shake the crumbling wooden door.

I bumped into it several times in a row, and the result was the same as before, unable to rush in to rescue my friend.

But he didn't wait for him to try more.

But the weird cry echoed in the aisle.

This cry has always existed before, but it doesn't feel much, it seems to have little effect, but this time it is very wrong.

There were tears in the corner of this man's eyes, and a sad look appeared on his face.

"How could I be like this? This crying" He reached out and touched his tears.

Then his expression froze.

There is no movement.

"Crunch."

The dilapidated door opened again and hit this person.

He fell to the ground with a thud, already a stiff corpse.

In the room, Li Yang's figure emerged, but the person who had been pulled in just now disappeared without a trace. Then his face changed, he hid in the room again, and closed the door.

This cry is already the sixth wave.

The ghost master who has mastered the two ghosts can't stop them.

Already can kill almost everyone below the captain level.

The sixth wave of crying echoed in the ancient house, which had become a source of horror.

No one can survive this cry.

Even Yang Jian felt a little surprised.

Fortunately, he has now become a different kind, this kind of killing law cannot be directed against him, otherwise, all the ghost masters here may be killed by Tong Qian.

"Quickly stop, it's enough, it's too dangerous, I feel I have been affected." Feng Quan struggling to walk out of the old grave.

But the old tomb was still there after he walked out.

There is a person buried inside.

A ghost rider named Wantong, codenamed ghost hit man.

Tong Qian used laughter to balance her surroundings, so that her teammates were not attacked. Otherwise, Feng Quan or Huang Ziya would be killed.

Xiong Wenwen was unaffected, he was drawn a freshman lottery, and he would not be killed by the supernatural power within ten minutes.

This made him stand fearlessly in the middle of the hall with peace of mind.

"Are you all dead?"

Tong Qian's cry stopped, and he glanced at the stumbling corpses in the hall.

There seemed to be no strangers standing beside them.

"It looks similar to the predicted result."

At this moment, Yang Jian strode back with a corpse, the spear in his hand was still standing beside it, and a ghost was nailed underneath.

"The pendulum clock curse is nothing more than that. Although it is indeed a bit more dangerous, it is within the range that can be handled outside." Feng Quan nodded.

Xiong Wenwen said: "This is all the credit of your father bear. If I didn't foresee, Tong Qian would have died, and I would die shortly thereafter, plus if the white-haired guy killed us alone, we would lose. It hurts three people, and the ending will be another one. It's really possible to be annihilated by the group."

"Those people really pick a place, this place can't use the ghost domain." Feng Quan was somewhat restricted, very unhappy.

Yang Jian raised his head and looked at the depths of the ancient house: "It's not that it's useless, it's been interfered. This kind of intervention is strange. It's not suppressing or affecting, but the ghost domain cannot affect certain parts of this ancient house."

But Xiong Wenwen was right.

If it is not foreseen, the loss of three people will indeed be different.

But this is not entirely true.

Because Yang Jian still had some reservations, he didn't try his best.

"But I finally won." Huang Ziya breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Although the process seems easy, I can feel the thrills afterwards.

Yang Jian frowned, what he wanted to say.

But at this time, a bell came from somewhere deep in the ancient house.

This is the sound of a pendulum clock.

It seems that at a certain point in time, the pendulum clock is telling the time.

"Something's wrong."

As soon as the bell rang, Yang Jian felt a little unspeakable.

"It's not right, you see, the bodies of those ghost riders are disappearing"

Suddenly, Huang Ziya pointed to the crying corpse not far away and said uneasy.

Yes.

In the secluded hall, the corpses of the ghost riders who had just been killed by them were disappearing.

Together with the ghosts in their bodies, they disappeared together.

It seems to have been wiped out by something more terrifying.

"This is impossible. Even if the sound of the bell can affect the corpse, it cannot affect the ghost."

Feng Quan guessed that there was a problem with the bell, but he did not believe that ghosts would also be affected by the bell.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

That was the pocket watch Wang Chaling gave to himself before he came.

He said that the time of the pocket watch is the same as the time in the ancient house.

But now.

The time on the pocket watch indicated six o'clock.

But now, with the ringing of the bell, the time on the pocket watch is rapidly going backwards.

Five point fifty, five point forty, five point thirty-five

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the pendulum clock rang and stopped at five thirty.

At this point in time, Yang Jian and others were still walking on the street outside the old house, but did not enter the old house.

"You, are you Yang Jian?"

Suddenly.

In the depths of the ancient house, several people were walking into the hall, one of them was pushing a wheelchair with a look of consternation on his face.

The few people nearby are also very familiar.

They are all the ghost riders who were killed before.

"What a joke~www.readwn.com~ Yang Jian's face is a bit ugly at this moment.

The time on the pocket watch is five thirty.

But the actual time is six o'clock.

Half an hour was erased by the pendulum clock, as if returning to half an hour ago.

"Restart"

Feng Quan also gritted his teeth at this moment, his expression a bit sullen.

"How is this possible?" Huang Ziya and Tong Qian were also shocked.

The person who had just been killed appeared in front of him and the others again, how could this not be shocked.

Xiong Wenwen couldn't help but scolded, "You shamelessly, they shamelessly, how can they play like this? Isn't this bullying? Although my father bear likes to play, I have never played like this before."

"Yang, let's go home and don't play with these shabby people."