Mysterious Recovery

"Find anything special?"

"No, this table has all been checked. Apart from the few things on the table, there is nothing else worth paying attention to."

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong carefully explored this wooden table.

Excluding other suspicious places, the two of them once again focused on the notes on the table.

Handwriting that can't be read like a symbol, no matter how you look at it, you can't recognize the above content.

But out of caution, they dare not take away any of the above items at will, for fear of breaking a certain balance and making the situation here worse.

"If there is nothing else to discover, we should not waste time here, we should look for other ways and find a way to leave this ghost place." Wan Tong said.

"No hurry, now we will definitely encounter Yang Jian when we go out. This place is very secretive. I believe that we can avoid Yang Jian's attack, so we will stay here for a few days for the time being, and we will go out after things calm down."

Zhang Qing's idea is the opposite. He thinks it is a good shelter.

Although it looks dangerous and strange, it is relatively safe.

There is absolutely no way for Yang Jian to find here.

"That's fine. By the way, what happened to Liu Baimu? He won't live long like this." Wan Tong looked at the pale head on the table.

Liu Baimu closed his eyes tightly, his breath was cold, and there was no movement, as if he had already died.

"I can't live long. Without a body, it's impossible to extend the time of death by the curse of a pendulum clock. That Yang Jian is really ruthless. He directly used spiritual objects to deal with me, and he didn't give me a chance to deal with it... .."

He felt that he had lost wrongly.

But I also feel helpless.

The confrontation of ghost masters is like this. Everyone has a chance to kill the other party. It depends on you grasping the opportunity.

"Do you have any good ideas now?" Zhang Qing hesitated, looked at the head and asked.

Liu Baimu had been closing his eyes before, and he was also thinking about this issue.

It's just that, judging from the current situation, he is more ugly than good, and most of them are about to die here.

"No idea." After he said this, he was silent.

Perhaps he has accepted this cruel reality.

He is about to die.

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong looked at each other, unexpectedly Liu Baimu would have this desperate day.

Is that Yang Jian really that scary?

After restarting, they lost the memory of that half an hour, so they didn't really fight against the Yang Jian team, naturally they didn't experience the feeling of being easily and easily killed in despair.

Time passed a little bit.

However, when the time in the ancient house came to a certain moment again, the weird bell came again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A dull and loud bell reverberated throughout the ancient house, spreading to every corner, and even the sound of the pendulum clock could be faintly heard outside the ancient house.

"The sound of the pendulum clock is here again." Yang Jian, who was waiting on the third floor of the ancient house, immediately stunned after hearing this sound.

He immediately took out his pocket watch, paying attention to the time in the ancient house at this moment.

At this moment, the unthinkable happened again.

The minute hand on the pocket watch was being moved by an invisible force, moving forward quickly.

Time did not restart until half an hour ago like last time, but accelerated.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

He acted at six o'clock and killed the other ghost wielders in the ancient house again before half past six. It was now seven o'clock.

Now with the ringing of the bell this time, the time in the ancient house is moving forward unexpectedly.

Time quickly came to 7:30.

This is the time on the pocket watch.

But the outside time still hasn't changed, because the magical power of the pendulum clock can only affect this ancient house, and even if people outside hear the bell, nothing will happen.

The bells echoing in the ancient house quickly disappeared.

"There was no movement, everything was normal, and the person who was killed just now did not come back to life."

"There is nothing wrong with us either."

"Wait, there is a signal, I have found Li Yang's location."

Feng Quan, Tong Qian, and Huang Ziya arranged different jobs respectively. They were alert to the surroundings, paying attention to themselves, and looking for Li Yang, but in the end, they suddenly received Li Yang's signal after the bell rang.

"Those people are fine if they haven't resurrected. Contact Li Yang and prepare to withdraw from the old house. There are still a few fish that slip through the net and leave it alone for the time being. The time in this place is indeed messy. I am afraid that I will be lost if I continue to stay here."

Yang Jian confirmed that he was ready to evacuate after the restart event was over.

The others nodded in agreement.

The effect of this action is already there, and it is really not worth the risk.

But just as they were preparing to leave and passing by the stairs on the third floor, the previous door that disappeared and reappeared strangely appeared in front of their own eyes.

The old wooden door was slightly open, and inside was a steep step leading upstairs.

The steps are narrow, depressing, and can only allow one person to pass.

"It's the door that disappeared before. The ghost just entered inside." Feng Quan stopped abruptly.

Yang Jian glanced at it. He shook the cracked golden spear in his handshake and thought for a while; "Leave it alone, I don't want to repeat the supernatural incident in Room 301."

The 301 City incident in Dachuan City almost killed him last time. Now that he is leading the team, he naturally dare not go deep into this weird room.

If the door disappears again after the bell rings next time, wouldn't it be necessary to trap the whole team inside?

"That's right, there is no need to take the risk." Feng Quan nodded and retracted his gaze.

No longer curious about this place.

But when they were about to leave.

There was a footstep on the stairs, and it seemed that someone was slowly coming down from above.

The footsteps are dull and the rhythm is consistent, giving a feeling of stiffness.

"Living people can't get out of this kind of footsteps." Yang Jian gestured, letting everyone stay away a little bit.

"If the ghost inside wanders out, I will deal with it."

He decided to observe again.

But soon.

Yang Jian saw a headless corpse in modern clothes, slowly walking down the dim, cramped staircase step by step.

That was... Liu Baimu's corpse.

But the body is here, but the head is gone.

The corpse came out.

The spear in Yang Jian's hand had already been stabbed out.

The suppression of the coffin nails was formed instantly, and there was no room for resistance.

The corpse lost motion and fell to the ground instantly.

"It is the body left by Liu Baimu. It is in the stage of Li Gui's recovery." Yang Jian immediately understood what was going on.

Liu Baimu, who had just escaped, walked up this staircase, but was cursed with his hatchet halfway through.

"It's just that Liu Baimu should not be the only one who walked with him." Yang Jian thought for a while, and his ghost shadow covered the past, trying to trigger the media to see how many people entered the room.

However, when triggered by the media, he saw Liu Baimu, Zhang Qing in the wheelchair, and the figure of Wan Tong.

Besides that, he also saw the lifeless middle-aged man also standing on the steps.

and many more.

Sudden.

The medium was disturbed in some way, and the viscous blood permeated from the walls on the stairs like black ink, gradually eroding the picture in front of him.

The media is interrupted and the screen disappears.

Yang Jian took a step back subconsciously, feeling an unspeakable danger.

"There is no way for the hatchet's medium to extend, and it seems to be cut off by a more special spiritual force."

at the same time.

After the bell ringing in the ancient house.

Behind the desk in the dark, gloomy cell.

I don’t know when a weird figure suddenly appeared. The figure was sitting at the desk, slightly immersed in writing. At the same time, the symbol-like notes on the desk gradually showed the other half of the content~www.NovelMTL.com ~ This content is like a broken stroke that has been completed, so that the unrecognizable handwriting can be recognized.

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong on the side didn't even know, they were still looking around, looking for the source of the bell.

Obviously, he did not find the position of the pendulum clock.

Rustle!

With the disappearance of the bell, everything returned to silence, but the slight movement suddenly appeared behind him attracted the attention of two people.

That is the sound of pen writing.

It's subtle, but it's especially obvious in this extremely quiet environment.

The nerves of both of them were tense in an instant.

"There is someone on the table behind you?"

Such an idea popped up in my mind.