Mysterious Recovery

By stealing the residual memory of a dead person, Yang Jian roughly understood the horror of the red wooden stool that appeared in the mansion.

At this moment, he took the initiative to sit on the red wooden bench and approached the ghost on the red wooden bench through some medium.

The ghost on the red wooden bench actually doesn’t exist, at least ordinary people can’t see it, nor can Yang Jian’s ghost eyes, it’s a horrible thing that can’t appear in the real world, only through this red wooden bench. Only by connecting can ghosts appear.

But the moment the ghost appeared.

Yang Jian already felt that something was wrong.

He lost consciousness in the lower part of his body and was fixed on a wooden bench like a wood, unable to break free, even unable to move.

This suppression is not aimed at the body of a living person, even the ghosts in the body are the same.

No ghosts can move.

"This feeling is like being nailed by a coffin nailed, but after the coffin nailing the ghost, it is fully suppressed, and this only suppressed half of my body." Yang Jian, who was sitting on the red wooden bench, was now renounced. Can't help taking a deep breath.

Although the body cannot break free, but the upper body can still move.

Things are not particularly bad.

But this is not the time to care about such things.

But the ghost on the wooden bench was sitting next to Yang Jian.

The scary ghost figure almost sat next to Yang Jian. His whole body was cold and terrifying, without the temperature of a living person. The old clothes gave people a retro taste, but if they were worn alone, The body is fine, but it looks weird when worn on a ghost.

The most incredible thing is that the ghost's feet are curled up, not touching the ground, as if glued to the red wooden stool, thin and stiff.

Yang Jian observed this terrifying ghost at close range.

The ghost pattern sits still on the red wooden bench, like a corpse that has been placed here for a long time, without movement, and lifeless.

But this deadlock did not last long.

Perhaps the person sitting on this mahogany stool caught the ghost's attention, or it triggered the ghost's law of killing.

The ghost on the wooden bench moved at this time.

The ghost slowly turned and looked at Yang Jian.

What kind of face is that?

Blurred, as if cast a shadow, the only thing that can be seen is a pair of eyes with only black outlines. The combination of the fuzzy facial features and the black eye socket outline makes the hair stand upright only at the first glance. Horrified.

Faced with this situation, the human instinct wanted to struggle to stand up and flee in horror.

But it can't be done.

Even if the ghost is already staring at you, and you are sitting on the same wooden bench with you, you can't break free and leave.

Yang Jian's lower body was still unconscious, and he couldn't even stand up, let alone pull away and flee.

"This ghost is going to attack me."

Suddenly.

A kind of instinctive warning, aware of a terrifying danger coming.

Even the current Yang Jian could feel the tremor of fear after being stared at by Li Gui.

This induction is right.

Sitting on the red wooden bench, the terrifying ghost with a fuzzy face and hollow eyes stared at Yang Jian for a few seconds before moving again.

Ghost's dry palm pressed on the wooden bench slowly lifted up.

"Do it."

But at this moment, Yang Jian moved faster, the cracked golden spear he was holding tightly pierced out, and the tail of the spear was inlaid with a coffin nail.

He wants to nail the ghost in front of him with this coffin.

It only takes one click to completely resolve the supernatural event in front of him.

"boom!"

But the next moment.

There was a loud noise.

Yang Jian's coffin nails passed directly through Li Gui's body on the wooden bench and directly nailed to the wall of the aisle next to him.

The tiles on the wall were crushed, leaving a hole.

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But the ghost is still sitting there.

The nail in the coffin could not hit the ghost in front of him, but was directly penetrated like air, so this sudden suppression ended in failure.

Immediately afterwards.

Yang Jian felt that the back of his hand seemed to be touched by the ghost on the wooden bench, and only noticed the cold breath eroding into his skin.

Before he could react to anything, the red wooden stool under his **** suddenly broke with a crack.

The weird red wooden stool seemed to be broken, and it fell apart and became a pile of old wood on the ground.

"Puff!"

This sudden change caused Yang Jian to fall directly to the ground.

At the same time, the suppression on the red wooden stool failed.

Yang Jian's lower body regained consciousness and moved again.

"What's the matter, did it succeed?" Feng Quanshou was at the entrance of the aisle and he immediately asked when he saw this scene.

Yang Jian's face was gloomy, he stood up, looked at the broken wooden bench on the ground with a bit of doubt, and then said: "I don't know, the ghost appeared after I was sitting on the wooden bench, and then the ghost attacked me. , I tried to suppress it, but failed, but I don’t understand why this red wooden stool suddenly broke."

"It seems that after the ghost attacked me, the wooden stool also broke down along with it."

"Yang Jian, your nose..." Feng Quan said suddenly.

nose?

Yang Jian touched his nose, and the thick blood flowed down from the nose. The blood was not fresh anymore, and it felt a little solidified, like blood from a corpse.

His expression moved slightly.

Sleeves were rolled up.

Yang Jian saw the corpse spots on his arm and the weird bruise, and at the same time he touched his chest, his heart was cold, and his heartbeat had already stopped.

"It looks like I'm dead. I don't have any vital signs. I should have been killed by the ghost just now."

Feng Quan was startled for a moment, and then said: "Can the ghost erase the life of the living? Because we are the ghost riders, we are not killed."

"Maybe, the contact just now was too short, and the information I got was very limited." Yang Jian said, and at the same time checked his body.

From sitting down to the red stool falling to the ground, the whole process didn't even last for a minute.

But it was just this minute that made Yang Jian's body seem to have been dead for ten days.

All the signs of a living person disappeared.

If it weren't for Yang Jian to be an alien now, he would have been killed by the ghost on the wooden bench.

"But the ghost seems to have paid some price in order to kill me. This broken wooden stool should be the result of spiritual and spiritual impulse. After all, if you want to kill me, you have to fight against the ghost in my body, but no matter what , The ghost on this wooden bench seems a bit more fierce."

Yang Jian's life is not hard enough to withstand this ghost attack.

But although his body was dead, his consciousness was not erased, so the impact was not great.

"follow me."

Yang Jian didn't say much, he quickly left the aisle and came to the office area outside.

now.

Dozens of employees on this floor are all sitting at their desks. They dare not move or walk around. The scene is well controlled.

Yang Jian looked around.

Finally, his gaze stayed at the door.

Behind the glass door at the entrance.

A weird red long wooden stool was still placed there motionless.

In the dim environment, the red paint on it was particularly eye-catching, as if it was emitting a slight red light.

"Sure enough, the ghost is still there. The red wooden stool is only the medium. The real ghost is the source. If the source is not limited, this medium created by the spiritual power will always exist and cannot be eliminated."

"At present, I don't know how large the red wooden stools are. If they are only in this building, it would be easier to handle, but if they have spread to the outside, then the situation is complicated."

"So I still have to think of a way so that I can touch the real ghost."

Yang Jian was thinking.

This is a very special spiritual event.

Ghosts appear through red wooden stools, which means that people and ghosts need red wooden stools as a medium to connect together.

Other things that are not in contact with the media can't come into contact with ghosts.

This situation reminded Yang Jian of the ghost dream event he encountered in his hometown before.

The ghost in the dream invades reality through the medium of rain.

So the ghost in the dream can kill the drenched person. It happens that the nightmare person will have a cold sweat, so this is also in line with the law of the media.

So there was the phenomenon of people dying in the nightmare.

"Whether it is a coffin nail or a hatchet, there is no way to use the red wooden stool as a medium to reach the ghosts at that source." Yang Jian understood why his spiritual items would be useless.

"If you want to touch the ghosts on the wooden bench, you can only be people...or other ghosts."

"It seems that this supernatural incident is not so easy to resolve."

After thinking about it again, Yang Jian began to feel the difficulty of this matter.

Because the ghost rider can't stand the attack of the ghost after triggering the medium, if you can't stand the attack, sitting on the red stool is looking for death.

Yang Jian has already tried it himself, this ghost has a very high level of horror.

"Is this troublesome?"

Feng Quan glanced at the red wooden stool not far away, and asked in a deep voice, "Would you like to put it aside first? Although this thing is dangerous, it doesn't seem to be high. As long as you don't sit on it, there should be nothing wrong with it. ."

"The ghost is hidden deep, and it's dangerous. It's really troublesome. Let's create a file first, code name: Red Stool." Yang Jian's eyes moved, and there was a special plan in his mind that might be feasible.

"Okay." Feng Quan nodded.

But at this moment, the company director on this floor walked over cautiously and said, "Big brothers, our company is already off work. If there is nothing wrong with us, can we leave work first?"

Checked the time.

It is indeed a bit late now.

Yang Jian glanced at him.

The supervisor was taken aback and hurriedly changed his words: "Of course, I am also very willing to cooperate with both of you. If you need to work overtime, we are also very willing."

"I'll leave tomorrow morning. You'd better stay here tonight~www.NovelMTL.com~ Yang Jian said coldly: "I'll only say this once. Don't blame me for not reminding you when you die. "

It's not that these people will not be allowed to go, but that there are many things going to happen tonight.

And the spirit has invaded this building.

A group of ordinary people want to leave work normally?

Yang Jian agreed, but the ghosts here won't agree.

"And you had better stay away from the red wooden stool. As for the corpse, someone will naturally handle it tomorrow." Yang Jian turned and left after speaking.

The supervisor was a little stunned to see this scene.

Does this look like a case-handling?

He didn't do anything, and he behaved strangely and spoke strangely.

Doubts, puzzles.

But he didn't dare to ask more, after all, both of them had guns in their bodies, and they also had certificates.