Mysterious Recovery

The first three days of the old house have passed.

It is the fourth day.

This day is called: Condolence Day.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the situation of the ancient house immediately turned down. A cold wind poured in from the location of the patio and directly intruded into the lobby. Even the white lantern in Yang Jian's hand was blown out.

But everyone was squeezing time and getting ready.

The four mourning suits were distributed...

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the front yard of the ancient house. The sound was dense and rapid, as if a lot of people had poured into the ancient house at this moment.

But in fact, there is no living person outside.

Everyone stood in the lobby and their expressions became tense in an instant.

"I don't agree with the distribution plan of mourning clothes." However, at this moment, the strange ghost master suddenly said with a grim expression.

"Yang Jian, I am also very cooperative with your actions along the way. I don't want to be the one who was sacrificed at this time."

This unfamiliar ghost rider was lucky enough to survive. He didn't know Yang Jian or Fan Xing. Everyone met in peace, so being abandoned at this moment became a matter of course, and no one came forward for him.

Whether Fan Xing or Zhou Deng is the head of the headquarters, strictly speaking, they are still colleagues with Yang Jian.

now.

Everyone glanced at him.

"The reality is cruel. I don't have enough things. I can't help it." Yang Jian said: "But you did cooperate with my actions. This sentence is not quite right. I remember you, when you were very active when you urged me to abandon the coffin nails. "

"And I am careful."

"So you plan to get rid of me at this time?" the strange ghost wielder gritted his teeth.

He wanted to do his best to grab a mourning suit, but he didn't dare.

Because this Yang room is too fierce.

He is not an opponent.

Once you start your hands, it must be yourself who will die.

"I didn't want to kill you, but the conditions did not allow you to survive. That's it. If there is a fifth mourning garment, I am willing to give you one. In addition, Zhou Deng himself voluntarily gave up the distribution of mourning garments. If you have the ability to survive today like Zhou Deng, I have nothing to say."

Yang Jian's face was calm, and he appeared very indifferent.

"Of course, you can also choose to grab it. I have no objection. After all, everyone has the right to live, and you also have it, but power must be obtained by the ability, otherwise you will not be able to grasp the opportunity."

Finish saying this.

The unfamiliar ghost master immediately caught sight of the other people.

Li Yang, Fan Xing, Daqiang.

Yang Jian didn't dare to do anything anyway, only these three people had mourning.

"If you want to do it as soon as possible, Spirituality is already invading the ancient house. I don't have so much time to play with you." Li Yang stared at him, his face calm.

The unfamiliar ghost wielder flickered his eyes, but then shifted his target. He looked at Fan Xing.

Fan Xing smiled: "Interesting, I think I'd better bully, right, it doesn't matter, let's do it, I believe that since Team Yang has spoken, it should not be stopped, you can have no scruples."

The ghost master was eager to try, but in the end he suppressed his inner impulse.

Because this Fan Xing also looks very difficult to deal with.

So the only thing left is the messenger called Daqiang.

Da Qiang was now wearing a tattered, dirty white cloth, staring fiercely at the strange ghost master, ready to do it.

In order to survive, how could he shrink back at this time.

"This person named Daqiang just took over his place after Yang Jian left the back hall yesterday. He used the ghost domain for ten seconds to prevent the ghost from invading the back hall... this is a person who owns the ghost domain. Guy, once he does it, he can hide in the ghost realm without confronting me."

When he really wanted to do it, the ghost master hesitated again.

Everyone is not easy to provoke, but the person who feels to provoke has a ghost domain.

"The distribution of mourning clothes by Yang Jian is selective. He didn't give it to me because my strength is the weakest, and I will have the least effect after the next action." The strange ghost wielder was unwilling and angry in his heart.

He didn't want to accept this desperate result, and finally looked at that Yang Xiaohua's body.

now.

Zhou Deng came over by Yang Xiaohua, he touched his chin and said, "What are you looking at me for?"

Behind Zhou Deng.

Yang Xiaohua has slowly floated up from the ground like a cold corpse. Her face is covered with a piece of incomplete yellow paper. This yellow paper covers her facial features, like a human skin. Sticking to her skin, rubbing out the outline of a facial feature.

But the red balloon wrapped around her arm exerted the spiritual power that it should have.

The red balloon floated with Yang Xiaohua's sleeping corpse.

However, the roof of the ancient house was sealed, and Yang Xiaohua's body stopped after floating to a certain height.

The balloon was blocked by the roof, and there was no way to fly out.

"He is not looking at you, but at Yang Xiaohua." Yang Jian said.

Zhou Deng said: "It turned out to be like this, then it's okay, you continue."

He has nothing to do with himself, so he hurried away.

"But if you are playing against Yang Xiaohua's idea, I suggest you give up. She is still useful to me now, because there is no ordinary person here except her." Yang Jian said.

The red balloon can only go where ordinary people can go. Once the body has supernatural power, it will be the same as it is now.

The body was floated by the red balloon, and even the ghost in the body would be suppressed and unable to move.

Yang Jian asked Zhou Deng to use a piece of yellow paper to put Yang Xiaohua into a state of suspended animation. Sure enough, the red balloon also played a role, flying Yang Xiaohua with him.

only.

After today, whether Yang Xiaohua can survive after tearing away the yellow paper on her face, I don't know you.

Maybe I couldn't wake up anymore and died just like that.

Maybe there is still a chance to wake up.

Yang Jian knows this, so he can only take the attitude of trying it out.

"If there is no mourning, you can give another piece of yellow paper," said the strange ghost master.

"Why should I give it to you?"

Yang Jian sneered: "I didn't ask you to come to the ancient house. In the past few days, I contributed the most. You are not qualified to ask me. I have given you a chance. Four people, you just grab one person. The mourning suit, as long as you get it, is yours. You are afraid of death and dare not do it. Who is the blame."

"Wait, don't move."

Sudden.

The eagle's face changed suddenly, and he spoke.

The strange ghost wielder immediately opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body stood up, because at this time he felt something squirming around his neck.

It was a pair of tiny, even little hands that hadn't formed yet.

Stained with mud, his arms are open.

Subsequently.

A baby's head with no eyes long stretched out from behind the strange ghost wielder, and it twisted its neck as if it was searching for people around it.

"It's the baby buried under the tree." Everyone's hearts shuddered, and their faces changed suddenly.

No one thought that this little thing would be the first to invade the ancient house.

The ghost master was tense at this moment and he didn't dare to move. He wanted spiritual power to fight the ghost, but he didn't have the guts to do so, because today was the fourth day of condolences.

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There are likely to be many ghosts that will appear today.

Confrontation is the most stupid and wrong choice.

Now.

He has not been killed yet, which means that the ghost just appeared on him and did not attack him.

Because no one knows what the ghost's law of killing is.

Any action may be targeted by this ghost.

Although this ghost is just an unformed baby figure, everyone who handles ghosts understands that the degree of horror of ghosts does not depend on the appearance.

The strange ghost wielder broke out in cold sweat, he looked at Yang Jian and issued a cry for help.

At this moment, Yang Jian was wearing dirty and tattered mourning clothes, holding a ripped spear, a ghostly eye opened, and staring at the unrepresented baby.

unconsciously.

Ghost Eye restored vision.

The sense of suppression that belonged to the ancient house disappeared, and he could even use the ghost domain.

"It's a scourge to keep this thing. If it grows up like a ghost infant, it's terrible. Solving it first may kill a terrifying and supernatural event in advance." Yang Jian's arm holding the spear moved slightly.

Suddenly.

The ghost domain of ghost eyes appeared instantly.

Without the slightest reservation, the sixth-level ghost domain was opened directly.

The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength.

The ghost domain instantly covered the strange ghost master, and everything around him repeatedly paused.

Three seconds.

Three seconds later.

The ghost domain disappeared instantly.

Yang Jian's spear also left his hands.

On the wall behind him.

A ripped spear pierced the head of an unformed baby and nailed it to the wall.

The suppression of the coffin nails is absolute.

Although only one ghost can be nailed to death at a time, so far, the nailed ghost has no way to break free even if it is terrifying.

The unformed baby seemed to be dead, with hands and feet hanging limply, showing no signs of movement.

"Successful."

Everyone was shocked.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost had disappeared from the ghost master, and was nailed to the wall.

"This Yang Jian, if you really get serious, it will be a lore when you start it, and it will not give people time to react. As expected, everyone at the captain level is all perverted. It is a miracle that the ghost master can get to this step." Fan It was horrified to see this.

Although I have seen Yang Jian shot.

But such a scene is even more terrifying.

The expert looks at the doorway.

He didn't even see the trace of Yang Jian's hands just now, and the matter was over.

"It took me so much effort, this ghost is worth it." Yang Jian strode over, preparing to retrieve the spear.

But at this time.

"Wow..."

A series of weird crying sounds suddenly echoed in the ancient house. This was the cry of a baby.

When Yang Jian stopped, his face suddenly turned aside, and he stared at the baby on the wall abruptly.

The baby did not move.

But the cry is still there.

Moreover, the source of the sound cannot be found, and it can only be determined that the crying object is in the ancient house.

"What a joke, ghosts can still appear supernatural when I am nailed. Could it be that this is not the source ghost?" Yang Jian took off the cracked spear and looked at the ghost that was nailed through the coffin, his eyes flickered.

The weird baby cry very loudly, but there is also an unspeakable fierceness.

As if this ghost was irritated.

Yang Jian didn't remove the corpse, besides being worried, there was another reason.

That's why it doesn't seem to be worrying about this ghost now.

He looked in the direction of the patio.

I don't know when, on the left and right sides of the patio, there were two more paper figures in black clothes. The paper figure had a pale face, his eyes were open, his pupils were dark, and he was turning left and right from time to time.

Besides.

There were many messy footprints in the hallway.

On the wall, there were also some signs of Zhang Xixi, which seemed to be stained with black soil.

The cold wind poured into the ancient house, and the air was filled with a rotting stench.

It's like the smell of digging the tree before.

And the danger is far more than that, Yang Jian ghost peeped, and even saw terrifying figures standing in the front yard.

Those figures are wearing black clothes, large and small, tall and short.

And these weird people weren't static, but started to move towards the ancient house.

"I can't stay here, go to the red coffin near the back hall." Yang Jian's expression changed, and he immediately backed away.

This situation is no longer something they can deal with.

Yang Jian couldn't even directly dismember these ghosts with a hatchet like the day before yesterday.

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Even if the ghost is dismembered, the resulting supernatural phenomenon may kill everyone.

"I'm afraid that there is no way to survive today. This kind of quantity is not something ghost-stalkers can deal with. Even if all the captains of the headquarters arrive, I am afraid they will be buried here." Zhou Deng felt this in his heart. Shivering.

He thought there were enough ghosts on the bus.

However, compared with this ancient house, it is nothing short of a big deal.

He didn't hesitate to pick up the human skin mask and put it on, transforming his identity into a ghost.

As long as his identity changes, he can mix in with ghosts and not be attacked by ghosts.

Even if the Li ghost was staring at him, he would be fine.

Because after putting on the mask, he was attacked by a ghost, not his identity as a living person.

This change of identity allows him to live in any dangerous place.

After Zhou Deng put on the mask, his breath was cold and terrifying. He changed his appearance directly. He stood by the wall of the lobby, motionless, intending to survive today.

Aside.

Yang Xiaohua floated to the side, breathless.

The eagle was more thorough. He found a corner to sit down and directly placed the two dice on the ground, his face as usual.

Under the curse of the music box, he can play dice with Li Gui for a day here.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, the main thing is to pass the time.

Others dare not do this, because without such a tough life-saving means, even wearing mourning clothes may not ensure that they are safe.

Therefore, another preparation is needed.

Go back to the coffin,

When everyone was moving, the strange ghost master did not move.

He stood in place, his breath was cold, there was no movement.