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Obviously only he knew of the bizarre things that happened during the short time when Yang Jian walked away.

Even if they were so close, Li Yang, Zhou Deng, Fan Xing, and Da Qiang seemed to be kept in the dark.

But what happened in that room did not affect the balance of the ancient house.

And now the room has disappeared and all hidden dangers have been wiped out. This is good news for everyone.

But it's just that.

It did not increase the hidden dangers, nor did it give too much help, the first seven perils in the ancient house still had to be faced by the remaining people.

but now.

There are not many people alive.

"Don't worry about what happened just now. The dangers of the day of condolence continue. This balance must not be maintained forever. So the most urgent thing is to care more about yourself, not about those useless things." Yang Jian looked at Zhou Deng and said.

This guy became addicted after picking up the human skin mask, and wanted to get supernatural objects everywhere.

Zhou Deng didn't speak, but just stood there, his eyes spinning constantly.

He moved his gaze away from Yang Jian, and then rolled over the strange and still people in the lobby.

Where are people, they are all ghosts, maybe not ghosts with a complete puzzle, but they must be related to the existence of spirits, not the kind of ghost slaves that they have come into contact with before.

Therefore, although the "people" here, even if they take one to the outside, it is a spiritual event.

But now.

All the ghosts gathered together, and the reason for keeping quiet was all because of the old man in the red coffin.

"Today is still a long time away. It is basically unrealistic to spend the night peacefully like this. Therefore, no matter what dangers appear next, we need to deal with it. If we can stand it, we can survive today. , If I can't pass it, naturally I don't need to say more." Yang Jian didn't have a chance to speak directly.

He was wearing dirty and old mourning clothes, which could isolate Li Gui's perception.

The others looked at him and nodded approvingly.

The eagle in the corner fiddled with the dice in front of him and said: "The fourth day of condolences, the fifth day is a ghost feast, the three bowls of rice are the key, maybe the fifth day can send away the ghosts that flooded into the lobby, so we Not only must you be alive, you must also keep the three bowls of rice, so that you don’t use them in advance or lose them.”

He also has no taboos.

With the curse of the music box on his body, with the ghost dice, he can deal with the ghosts in most of the supernatural events. Although it may not be able to solve them, but at least it can survive.

At least live shortly.

"Your reminder is also very reasonable." Yang Jian did not refute, but agreed.

The three bowls of rice on the fifth day may be an important prop to send away these ghosts, otherwise these ghosts will stay in this ancient house, and sooner or later they will kill everyone, and they will not survive the first seven days.

"Keep quiet now and take time slowly. As long as there is no abnormality, the ghost has not attacked us actively. We don't need to pay attention to the rest. Just stay by the coffin." Yang Jian retreated.

He stayed beside the red coffin like everyone else, resting and slowly killing time.

A little bit of time passed.

Everyone was silent.

Although they are wearing mourning clothes, their hearts are not at peace, because they are all a ghost in front of them. The psychological pressure on people in this environment is extremely high. If you don't pay attention to yourself and others, you will be given by the ghost. Swallowed.

And Yang Jian is thinking about what happened before.

About the sixth floor of the Ghost Post Office.

"If this task is completed, everyone who survives will enter the fifth floor, and the woman from the Republic of China said that the ghost post office has a sixth floor, and the sixth floor can only allow one person to enter, and after entering I can't get out anymore and become the person in charge of the Ghost Post Office."

"I definitely can't control such a ghost post office. I don't want to be trapped in one place yet."

"So I must arrange for an inheritor before this matter is over."

Yang Jian glanced slightly over the other people.

The eagle first ruled out that he has the curse of the music box, and he will die after this message delivery mission. The rest are Li Yang, Da Qiang, and Yang Xiaohua, whose life is unknown.

To be honest, the most suitable candidate must be Li Yang.

But he didn't want to keep Li Yang trapped there forever.

"Look again at that time, maybe the messenger on the fifth floor will appear to satisfy me." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

To be honest, he is also very much like controlling the ghost post office, because this place is definitely very important. Although freedom is first, at least he can manage the unimaginable spiritual land and ensure that he can survive in this spiritually resurrected world. .

Quota is very important.

Don't give it indiscriminately, otherwise it is very possible to add a threatening person to the future. He wants to support people he trusts to go up to the sixth floor.

But just while thinking.

But inside the old house, there was an abnormality again.

"Sand, rustle!"

The familiar radio sound suddenly sounded. At first the sound was very small, but soon the noise became louder and louder. After a while, it became clearer, and the sound was erratic, and it was difficult to determine the real sound when it echoed in the lobby for a while. The position seems to keep moving.

"Is that ghost radio again?"

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Several other people knew this, and they didn't think it was weird, but their faces sank and looked a little ugly.

Because this ghost radio can guide other ghosts.

During the vigil the next day, Li Gui was attracted by the radio and found the people in the back hall, and was almost killed.

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There will never be a way to completely destroy it, even if Yang Jian nailed it with a coffin, using a hatchet would not help.

Because the radio is just a medium, not a real ghost.

next moment.

The position of the sound coming out of the radio did not move anymore and stayed in one position.

Fierce.

Yang Jian immediately followed the position of the radio's noise. This position made everyone's expressions change.

It was on the black armchair behind the coffin.

The old radio didn't know when it appeared on the chair, but it didn't even notice it, as if it ran over by himself, or it was secretly let it go by an invisible ghost.

In short.

This supernatural medium appeared.

"Is the balance failing? The spirit in the ancient house is emerging." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart: "Or, the old man in the coffin can only suppress the spirit outside the ancient house, and cannot affect the ghosts in the ancient house."

The rustling sound in the old radio suddenly disappeared.

As if received a signal, a weird voice came from inside: "Hey, hello, is there anyone alive? Where are you the rest? Why can't I find you anymore, hello, hello... "

"Damn it, here's another trick." Fan Xing gritted his teeth with hatred.

This thing will play tricks.

I found them fraudulently before, but they chased them directly into the back hall.

Now they are obedient.

No one responded anymore.

"Hey, hey, I know you are here, don't hide anymore, come out soon..." The voice on the radio continued to ring, as if someone was talking to you.

Yang Jian walked over without saying a word.

He directly stretched out the black ghost hand to lift the radio, and then threw it in the red coffin.

The old radio fell directly on the old man's body.

"Ah~!"

Suddenly, a weird and miserable scream came out of the radio, and then the signal was interrupted and turned into a rustling sound. Then there was no rustling sound, and it was dead silent. There was no sound at all. come out.

seem.

The radio triggered something more terrifying, and it was hit hard, even suppressed.

"This ghost is really noisy. It should have been done so long ago. Let it be buried with this old man after the first seven of the funeral." Yang Jian said coldly.

"You are not afraid of accidents." Zhou Deng said.

Yang Jian said: "Accidents are endless. I don't want to worry about accidents anymore. I just want these annoying ghosts to disappear in front of me."

"That's it." Zhou Deng touched his chin and said with great approval.

"Continue to rest."

After Yang Jian temporarily solved the weird radio, he began to wait quietly.

You have a bad premonition in his heart.

Because the radio is the first to appear, does it mean that other ghosts that appear the next day will follow?

For example, the source of that dark ghost realm?

For example, the unclothed corpse that was mutilated by himself?

Another example is the ghost that Li Yang encountered before that frightened him.

However, time has just passed not long.

A voice broke the tranquility in the ancient house again.

"Wow..." The baby's crying sounded loudly.

"It was the baby that was lost before that, did it appear first? It was clearly nailed to death before, but unfortunately because I fought against Liu Qingqing, I was accidentally lost again." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

However, this cry did not appear for a while, but it suddenly stopped abruptly.

As if something happened to the baby, the last cry was accompanied by a strange cry.

The sound subsided.

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It seemed that the abnormality also disappeared, but everyone's hearts couldn't help but shudder.

Something more fierce appeared in the ancient house.

However, in a short period of time, the thing that suppressed the crying of the scary baby did not appear, and it seemed that it was still wandering in the ancient house without eyeing everyone.

But when the time came to six o'clock in the morning.

Something was wrong with the dense crowd in front of him.

The crowd was separating, and at the same time an unusual sound came. This sound was completely different from the previous sound. It was the sound of the chair being pushed on the ground.

soon.

A black grand teacher's chair appeared among the weird crowd. This chair squeezed other people back abruptly, and appeared in the forefront.

Behind the chair is a darkness, like a ghost domain, but also like a deep road, shrouded in darkness, with no end in sight.

It was a pair of thin hands that pushed the black armchair, and the black nails looked very strange.

"Is the black armchair still there? Wasn't it broken by something before?" Yang Jian frowned.

He remembered that when the lobby was shrouded in darkness, the sound of a broken chair sounded, but in the end he did not see the broken chair fragments, nor the ghost.

"The spirit that cannot be suppressed by the red coffin has appeared again. Sure enough, the ghosts in the ancient house are rarely restricted. The real danger comes from inside the ancient house, not outside the ancient house." Seeing this, the eagle was indifferent, this He couldn't help with the matter, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

The strange hands behind the black chair moved at this moment, slowly retracting.

Little by little, it seemed to disappear into the darkness.

But the next moment.

The creepy thing happened.

Wearing mourning clothes, Da Qiang who thought he could avoid Li Gui's perception, but a pair of dry palms appeared on his shoulders.

"Are you staring at me?" Daqiang's whole body was deeply cold, and his face instantly changed.

These thin hands were so powerful that they were amazing. No, it should be said that the supernatural power was so powerful that he was desperate. His body lost control at this moment, and he was forced to sit down with his shoulders abruptly.

"Yang Jian!"

Shouted loudly and hoarsely.

this moment.

Yang Jian also moved suddenly.

His ghost eyes peeped at everything, and he also found the pair of hands that appeared behind Da Qiang.

The six layers of ghost domains of ghost eyes instantly superimposed and appeared.

Everything was suspended.

The hands stopped moving.

Immediately after the hatchet in Yang Jian's hand chopped down, even if there was no trigger medium, he could cut off the palm of this ghost in an instant.

But at this time.

Those skinny palms with black nails were quickly retracting, moving very fast, but under the influence of the sixth-layer ghost domain, they were very slow, at least this speed Yang Jian reacted.

The hatchet fell.

Three thin and long fingers were cut off, and then the hands disappeared.

Disappeared on Daqiang's shoulders.

But Da Qiang was already ashamed, and there was no aura of life.

he died.

He was put on his shoulder by a ghost, and he died with a single touch.

Some kind of mortal homicide seems to have been triggered.

"Are you a step late?" Yang Jian's eyes sank, and he took a look back.

On the black armchair, a pair of skinny hands were still resting on it, but these hands lacked three fingers and were incomplete.

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The level of terror has been reduced.

Yang Jian quickly picked up those fingers and threw them into the red coffin to avoid unnecessary accidents.

The dismemberment was not enough. The ghost still had the ability to act. To completely break the ghost into a non-threatening state, at least five fingers had to be cut off, which was far from enough.

Yang Jian did not speak, but rushed over, intending to stifle this threat first, not to give this ghost the possibility of continuing to kill.

The action is fast.

Almost the next moment, he had rushed to the black armchair, and the hatchet in his hand was chopped down again.

At this moment, the ghost did not dodge, and the two broken fingers were chopped off.

One hand completely slid down from the black armchair, and only one hand remained on it.