Mysterious Recovery

"Someone inside?"

Hearing the sound floating from inside, everyone's hearts were stunned, and they all subconsciously became alert to prevent unexpected situations that might occur at any time.

"Should I not come? So I should stay in Dachang City obediently waiting for you to come and find me?" Yang Jian stopped, and he glanced at Xiong Wenwen.

Xiong Wenwen patted his chest and immediately understood what Yang Jian meant.

The other party is prepared to wait here. In order to avoid suffering, it is safest to directly use the ability of foresight at this time.

"Liao Fan and Xu Feng have been killed by you. This matter should end here, and we don't want to provoke a captain in the headquarters." The low voice continued to be heard in the empty ancient house.

"When I kill you all, this matter will end here."

Yang Jian replied in a cold tone, with a firm attitude, with no room for a turn.

"Yang Jian, don't be too self-righteous, kill us? If you dare to break in, maybe your entire team will be destroyed here. If you leave now, the conflict between us will end here, and we Promise that you will never set foot in Dachang City from now on,"

"Know how to get it right when you see it, this is what a wise man does."

The man continued to warn Yang Jian in the ancient house.

"I didn't even dare to show my face. I tried to scare me by pretending to say a few words. Do you think I am a three-year-old child? Today, one of the people in this ancient house counts as one, and all of them are dead." Yang Jian responded to that. Voice, while waiting for Xiong Wenwen's prediction result.

He wants to kill these people without fail.

"Yang Jian, don’t go too far. When I became a ghost master, you were still doing homework in school. The third generation of the Wang family didn’t dare to talk to us like this. Just rely on you? Don’t say that you are the only one here today. Captain, even if there are three or four captains, we will kill them. Today, I will give you a word of face and persuade you. If you don't give you face, I will kill you in Dachang City."

This is another voice, a bit vicious in the anger.

"Who's clamoring? Don't even dare to report the name?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered and he drank.

"The dead don't need to know so much." The sulky voice responded.

Yang Jian said coldly: "This is not wrong. It's useless for a group of people who are dying to know your names."

"Yang Jian, it's useless to say more. You made a declaration in the supernatural circle an hour ago to get rid of us. Now you are here, we are here too, but I really want to know if you can do what you said."

"If you want to do it, just come in."

The low voice came.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the old mansion that seemed to have been covered in dust for many years suddenly heard the sound of iron chains shaking. The iron chain that blocked the door slipped down from the door at this moment and fell to the ground, echoing with the sound of crunching.

The huge door that hadn't rotted slowly opened at this moment.

Behind the gate of the ancient house is a hall. The hall is dark and gloomy, and it seems to be covered with dust. It seems that no one has cleaned it for many years. But when it is strange, the walls and the ground are still very well preserved, although it is old and discolored. But it has not rotted or destroyed.

But the more so, the more a strange aura was revealed.

Yang Jian was standing at the door, and he peeped inside, and he could even see the dim lights in some corners.

The light was yellow and dim, as if it was going to go out at any moment.

It can be seen that this old house in the Republic of China is still in operation. Although it looks abandoned on the outside, in fact some kind of spirituality is still covering the house.

If there were no problems with this old house, it would have leaked and collapsed.

"Are you hesitating? Hehe, it seems that the ghost eye Yang Jian did is nothing more than that. With such a big tone, he flinched when he really wanted to do it. He didn't even dare to enter the door of this ancient house." A sarcasm voice seemed very disdainful.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, but still unmoved, he just looked at Xiong Wenwen.

Xiong Wenwen suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and his originally ugly face was rarely surprised at this time.

"Alright?" Yang Jian asked.

"This ghost place is really dangerous. I have died twice in a row. Daddy Bear. We can't go in through the front door, otherwise we will suffer an unknown curse. We can't get rid of the influence of this ancient house for a lifetime. We must enter through the window."

Xiong Wenwen whispered to Yang Jian's ear. He foresaw the terrible danger and began to remind Yang Jian at this moment.

"After entering, you must first suppress the white-haired guy. He is standing on the third floor of the ancient house. If he can't be killed right away, one of us will die."

Xiong Wenwen said that there was still a lingering fear on his face.

Yang Jian's face was calm and he listened carefully to the news he revealed.

At the same time.

Inside the ancient house.

There are three floors.

There were human figures lingering on every floor, their eyes fixed on the old door, all waiting for the arrival of Yang Jian's team.

Once they enter the ancient house, they will be greeted by the law of death by ghosts.

It only takes less than twenty seconds to destroy this seven-man team almost here.

"Yang Jian is scared? He doesn't dare to enter this ancient house, maybe he has noticed something dangerous."

A thin, cold-eyed man stood on the corridor on the second floor and glanced up slightly.

On the third floor, a young man with gray hair supported on the railing and looked downstairs expressionlessly: "He is not in a hurry, why are we in a hurry? If you really want to fight, I will accompany him. This Yang Jian is not as expected. Horrible, he codenamed Ghost Eye, and his advantage is the ghost domain, and this ancient house specializes in restraining the ghost master who owns the ghost domain."

"This Yang Jian is an outsider. Once the bell rings, they will also be cursed. They will be guaranteed to die sooner than us."

"Moreover, we are worthy of the strength of the ghost master."

The white-haired young man is very confident.

What's more, the people gathered in this ancient house are not too few.

Slightly sweep.

There are more than ten people.

This is a very staggering number, and some of them did not participate. After all, this is not a very tight organization. Everyone just relies on the pendulum clock curse to survive. Xu Feng and Liao Fan’s affairs are related to the others. The relationship is not big, so some people don't want to take this risk.

"coming."

Suddenly, there was a low drink from someone in the lobby on the first floor.

The dim doorway suddenly lit up with red light, illuminating the entrance from the front door and from the window, as if to erode the entire ancient house.

But when the red light spread to the middle of the hall, it stopped.

Some kind of supernatural power hindered the erosion of the red light.

Everyone's expressions were shocked.

"It's Yang Jian's ghost domain, is he going to rush in?"

"This guy's ghost domain is not right, he has already invaded the hall position."

"After all, the spirituality in the ancient house is slightly better. After all, his ghost domain can't affect too much. This should be his limit."

The voice of discussion sounded.

Subsequently.

The red light began to fade slowly.

The speed of this retreat is very slow, it feels very wrong, and it seems to be delayed.

In the red light, several vague and distorted figures appeared, and as the red light faded away, the vague figures gradually became real and clear.

"Tap!"

The crisp sound of footsteps resounded in this quiet ancient house.

In the red light, a young man with a pale face and a golden spear full of cracks came striding forward. There was a scarlet strange eye on his forehead, turning restlessly, peering into the surrounding darkness.

Behind him.

Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya, Li Yang, Xiong Wenwen, and Guitong appeared in sequence.

Several people in the lobby on the first floor couldn't help but back up a few steps when they saw this.

Because they all recognized it, the man in front of him was the top ghost wielder in the spiritual circle, Ghost Eye Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, do you really dare to come in?"

On the second floor, a thin man with a vicious voice gritted his teeth and growled.

He didn't want to get to this point very much, because this kind of fighting is meaningless to them. After all, it is the enemy attracted by Xu Feng and Liao Fan. Even if he and others are prepared, even if he wins, Yang It was also very troublesome for Li Gui to recover after the team died here.

But it's hard to beat this guy outside.

After all, the ghost domain of Yang Jian is too unsolvable, and it is easy to be broken by each with a coffin nail.

Only by getting together and head-on using the curse of the ancient house can this guy be killed.

Yang Jian raised his head slightly. Instead of looking at the man on the second floor, he directly locked on the white-haired man in the corridor on the third floor who leaned out half of his body and looked downstairs.

The dangerous person Xiong Wenwen predicted was him.

"Do it," the white-haired man said coldly.

"kill."

Yang Jian's ghost eyes turned and directly locked on the white-haired man. With a cold drink, his ghost realm instantly dissipated.

There is a ghost domain where ghosts interfere with him. Although it can be used, it is difficult for people to adapt to this interference. It is better not to use ghost domains than so.

Moreover, the current ghost domain cannot cover the interior of the ancient house, and he can only invade the hall with the five-story ghost domain, so it is of little significance.

But this is the case of my own, and the same is true of the enemy.

moment.

There was a strong sense of crisis in the entire ancient house, and everyone's hair stood up at this moment.

Because the power of the ghost is being released.

No one can stay out of the matter, all are affected.

"not good."

But at this moment, the white-haired man on the third floor felt a strong crisis. This was not the spiritual reminder in the body, but the intuition honed between life and death.

This intuition told him that he had been targeted by Yang Jian.

next moment.

There was a whistling sound in the air.

A golden spear was thrown out suddenly by Yang Jian, directly piercing the old wooden railing in the corridor, and piercing into the body of the white-haired young man.

"Wow!"

The white-haired youth was shocked and flew out, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his chest was pierced, and then he was firmly nailed to the wall.

He struggled subconsciously.

As a result, the body was numb for an instant, unable to move. This feeling was like a ghost press. The consciousness was awake, but the body was out of control.

"The ghost in the body has been suppressed. Is this, the coffin nailed?"

His head hangs weakly, like a corpse hanging on the wall, but there are still life characteristics, and he uttered an unwilling roar: "Yang Jian!"

How dare this guy.

How dare he use the coffin nail to deal with himself as soon as he started, he clearly nailed the coffin out because of the interference in the ghost domain.

This miss is equivalent to nailing the coffin to himself.

pity.

Yang Jian hit him. The reason for his success was not luck, but Xiong Wenwen foreseeing that this result had already appeared.

"Come and someone helps me pull out this stuff." The white-haired young man asked for help anxiously.

But there is no helper by his side. He usually doesn't trust other people, so he was the only one on the third floor during this operation.

The coffin nail can only suppress the ghost.

Li Gui fell silent, so his body lost its ability to move, and the pendulum clock curse had also failed. Now he still has vital signs only because he is in good physical condition and has not reached the critical point of death.

But how long can an ordinary person be pierced in his chest and nailed to the wall?

But Yang Jian didn't seem to give him this opportunity.

Staring at his spear, a cold and black palm lay there strangely and stiffly~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is a ghost hand.

And it's just a derivative of a ghost hand, not a real ghost.

now.

This is the stiff ghost hand moving, slowly crawling along the body of the white-haired young man, breaking his mouth a little bit and then forcibly stuffing it in.

"Woo."

The white-haired young man was struggling, but soon his nose, ears, and mouth were bleeding.

"Puff!"

Like the sound of something exploding, a stiff finger came out of his eye socket.

A very ordinary ghost hand is now unscrupulously destroying his body.

But he himself had fallen into a coma, his consciousness was blurred, his life characteristics were disappearing quickly, and he took his last breath as expected.