Mysterious Recovery

Wang Chaling stared at the starving ghost sitting on the chair in the safe house, his eyes flickering, and various thoughts poured out in his mind.

He can be sure that no one in the outside knows that the hungry ghost in the headquarters was stolen by himself, so after the appearance of the shepherd Chen Qiaoyang, he must first determine whether the hungry ghost he put in the safe house has been stolen. Chen Qiaoyang took away.

Although the possibility is not high, he still needs to confirm.

"This is the only ghost in the supernatural circle that has been confirmed to be restarted and successfully imprisoned. Both the value of the starving ghost itself and the value of the nail of the coffin are extremely great, especially if it is more important to me, otherwise I I would never venture to go to the headquarters to steal this starving ghost."

Wang Chaling recalled that his decision back then was still a lingering fear.

Once things fail, he will be hunted down by the headquarters.

But he felt that although there was a risk, it was within the scope of his own responsibility.

First of all, it is not yourself who acted, but the grandpa and grandma who have turned into ghosts.

Ghosts cannot die.

So even if it fails, there will be nothing wrong, and when the headquarters was dealing with ghost paintings, the masters had already been recruited, and it was almost impossible for the rest of the people to stop the ghosts of the king's generation.

The result is obvious.

He succeeded.

The starving ghost was stolen from the headquarters abruptly by him, and he brought Dadong City and hid it in the safe house until today.

Wang Chaling didn't dare to move the coffin nail for the time being.

He has carefully studied the archives of S-level ghost events and starving ghosts. For a ghost of this level, any carelessness may cause a devastating disaster.

After all, this ghost will restart.

"Using the restart of the starvation ghost, I can offset the restart of the ancient house. As long as it succeeds, I can take back the pendulum clock of the ancient house. An unsolvable restart cycle, the starving ghost restarts for forty minutes, and the pendulum clock restarts for 30 minutes, which adds up to 70 minutes."

"One cycle makes the time in the ancient house back 70 minutes. If everything goes well, I can return the time in the ancient house to a certain point in time before."

"Even back to that day"

Wang Chaling stretched out his hand to grind the thick door of the safe house, with a touch of excitement in his heart.

Because he has grasped this opportunity in his hands.

It is possible to complete, not without hope.

It's just a little bit of control, the control of the starving ghosts.

After all, the starving ghost can't keep restarting as you imagined, it can kill people.

Wang Chaling also knew the killing laws of the starving ghosts.

This type of confidential file is qualified to look through for a captain-level person like him.

But now

Wang Chaling put down his palm, a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

He hadn't thought of a good way to control the starving ghosts. At the same time, the affairs of the ancient house attracted Yang Jian, and Yang Jian focused on the pendulum clock.

In other words, if you can't implement the unlimited restart plan in a short time, then everything will be meaningless if the pendulum clock is taken away by Yang Jian.

So if you want to complete this plan, you must hurry up before Yang Jian takes away the pendulum clock.

"Yang Jian shouldn't have the ability to take away the pendulum clock yet, otherwise he would never take it later because of his personality. It takes a correct time to get in touch with the pendulum clock. It used the ability to restart, but his restart should be very short-lived."

"It lasted for less than three minutes, and the limit was very large."

Wang Chaling made a judgment.

He is confident that the current Yang Jian cannot touch the pendulum clock.

"But no matter what, my time is running out. I must think of a reasonable plan as soon as possible and implement the plan." Wang Chaling began to feel a sense of urgency in his heart.

According to his plan, if everything goes well, the ancient house is under his control, and with the starving ghost in his hand, there is enough time to slowly improve the plan and wait for the opportunity.

After all, he is an ordinary person, not a ghost master, and can live a long time.

Big deal, it took a few years, more than ten years.

When the conditions are available, Wang Chaling is not in a hurry, he can afford to wait.

"Since it's okay here, I have to go and deal with the outside affairs."

After confirming that the starving ghost was innocent, he didn't stay for long, and immediately turned and left.

Calm was restored in the empty safe house.

Inside the thick door, the corpse with black skin all over had a weird belly, sitting inside like a puppet, there was no movement, the coffin nail on the forehead was still deeply inserted into this ghost's forehead. superior.

However, no one paid attention to it.

Over time, the coffin nail nailed to the head of the starving ghost peeled off a few strands, which seemed to be the rust on the coffin nail.

At the same time, the numb, dead gray eyes of the stiff Li Ghost at this moment moved slowly.

The strange eyes looked in the direction of the safe house door.

It was as if through the door to see the back of Wang Chaling who was gradually moving away.

But soon, these strange eyes turned back again.

Everything seems to have never happened.

Only occasionally, the rust on the coffin nails kept falling off.

at the same time.

In front of Ning'an Building in Dadong City.

Yang Jian has called a team to join, and is now ready to leave the city.

"The supernatural event in the mansion has been out of control, what's the situation on your side?" Feng Quan walked over at this moment. He monitored the abnormality in the mansion. At this moment, he shook his head slightly, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

"The ancient house is temporarily fixed. A dangerous man named Chen Qiaoyang ran away. You have to pay attention later." Yang Jian said, and he then glanced at the Ning'an Building under Wang Chaling's name.

The red wooden stool has been placed at the door of the building.

The lights inside went out, only occasionally there were lights flickering in a few places where there was no spiritual involvement. In addition, there were several screams from time to time.

Feng Quan said: "If this continues, this building will be over."

"Didn't Wang Chaling take care of it?" Yang Jian frowned.

"Never appeared." Feng Quandao.

Yang Jian said, "This guy can sit still. He doesn't care about a supernatural incident in his own building. I don't know where he went. We wiped his buttocks after a busy schedule."

When he was fighting Chen Qiaoyang before, this Wang Chaling was watching the show.

I just said that I was going to deal with the supernatural incident in Dadong City, but the person disappeared.

"If it's over over there, do you want to take care of it?" Feng Quan asked.

Yang Jian said, "Is there anything you can do after observing for so long."

If there is a good way, he doesn't mind solving the supernatural incident of the red wooden stool.

"I observed that as more people died in the building, the number of red wooden stools increased. One person died and a red wooden stool was added. But I think this red wooden stool should have an initial medium. It's the wooden bench where the real ghost sits."

Feng Quan said: "If you can find the hidden red wooden stool, there may be a solution."

"No, the medium has spread. Ghosts kill people through the medium of the red wooden stool. It is out of control. It is not limited to the original red wooden stool. Every wooden stool can allow ghosts to appear." Yang Jian said. My own opinion.

"If you want to solve it, there is only one way. Let something special sit on the red wooden stool. That thing can't be too terrible, causing the red wooden stool to break, and it can resist the attack of ghosts on the wooden stool. As long as it succeeds, other things All of the wooden stools will lose the role of the media, because there is only one ghost, and it will never be able to attack other people during the attack."

Yang Jian once again combined the previous situation and came up with a plan.

But this plan is very difficult to implement.

To put it bluntly, it means to passively withstand the attack of the ghost on the wooden bench, and the spirit you entrained cannot be too strong, otherwise the red stool as the medium is destroyed and the ghost's attack will stop.

"It seems that Chen Qiaoyang gave me a difficult problem. He wanted to take a man from a building to hold back our time and let him finish school, but he didn't expect us people to be so cruel. Deal with him at home, and then come back to deal with this red wooden stool."

Yang Jian showed a cold smile.

Chen Qiaoyang's choice was correct, using the responsible person's sense of responsibility and compassion, even with the meaning of a bit of a distraction.

Changing to a general person in charge must have been fooled.

However, the script did not go as Chen Qiaoyang thought, so he failed this time.

"Captain, should we evacuate? The blockade on this side has been completed. It seems that you have finished the work on your side, and everyone is fine." At this time, Huang Ziya and Tong Qian walked over.

"Li Yang, are you okay?" Tong Qian asked.

Li Yang shook his head and said: "There is no danger, there is no big problem."

"Then what are you waiting for, go back to sleep, go back to sleep, I'm so sleepy." Xiong Wenwen yawned.

But he is a paper man and doesn't need to sleep at all, but he is active 24 hours a day.

"The matter of the red wooden stool has not been dealt with. Wang Chaling has disappeared and I don't know where he is going. I will leave after finishing this matter." Yang Jian said.

Tong Qian was a little surprised and said: "It's not like your style to deal with the aftermath of Wang Chaling."

"I really don't want to worry about it, but I promised Li Jun to deal with the supernatural incidents here. I still need the credit for this." Yang Jian said with no expression on his face.

Tong Qian nodded.

Although Yang Jian's character has some problems, his credit is indeed good. At least he has not breached the contract. This is why the headquarters are willing to ask Yang Jian to take action.

Because Yang Jian will not be fooling around, although the price is a bit more expensive, it is reassuring.

"Then deal with this matter as soon as possible and go back to Dachang City." Tong Qian said, "Is there any good way for everyone."

He looked at the crowd, passing across Li Yang and Feng, ignoring Xiong Wenwen on the side, and the innocent ghost boy that day.

Finally, I can only look forward to the relationship with Yang.

To deal with a supernatural event, it not only requires courage, but more importantly, a kind of intuition, a kind of unique thinking.

Everyone fell into silence, thinking about how to deal with the supernatural incident of the red wooden stool.

Fortunately, they are no longer in the building, they are safe, and they have enough time to analyze this matter and think about countermeasures.

"At this time, I will rely on Daddy Bear." Xiong Wenwen saw that no one else was moving, and immediately stood up, trying to show off.

"Predict the method several times."

Yang Jian glanced at him: "With so many red wooden stools, countless media, countless variables, you have to predict when you will go."

"No, I don't need to foresee that stuff, I just need to foretell it to you, see how you will solve it in the future, and then I will tell you your plan of action in the future. Isn't that enough? "Xiong Wenwen said frankly.

"No, I thought of a plan." Yang Jian said.

Feng Quan was surprised: "So fast? What is your plan?"

"I need a bait to actively trigger the law of killing." Yang Jian said.

"I'll be the bait." Tong Qian didn't even think about it and immediately responded.

It's normal to need someone as a bait in a supernatural event, but it sounds cruel, and many people can't accept it.

But in fact, this is an indispensable part of the action.

Just like someone has to charge on the battlefield.

Yang Jian said: "No one can guarantee supernatural things. If you make a mistake as a bait, you will die. Then there will be new supernatural incidents. It's not worth it. Let an ordinary person come."

"No one wants to do this." Tong Qian shook her head.

"As long as you can afford the conditions, someone will naturally be willing to cooperate and help you with your life." After Yang Jian said, his gaze shifted to the urban area of ​​Dadong City in the distance.

The red light flickered and shrouded in an instant.

The ghost domain is coming soon, and it will end soon.

next moment.

A young man wearing a sick suit and barefoot appeared in front of Yang Jian.

"Zhang Zhidong, you are sick, and something has grown in your mind. From my experience, the success rate of that position is not high. You will die on the operating table. It is better to hand over your life to me today, and I will help you after it's done. The success rate of this operation is at least 90%."

Yang Jian said indifferently.

This young man named Zhang Zhidong also looked suspicious and at a loss, because he was in the hospital last second, but at this moment he has already appeared in front of the Ning'an Building.

"Since you have no objections, then you agree." Yang Jian walked over, grabbed him by the skirt of his clothes and walked forward.

Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Li Yang, Huang Ziya, and Xiong Wenwen watched this scene calmly.

"You, who are you?" The person named Zhang Zhidong reacted and stammered in his voice. He didn't even resist.

Did not dare to resist.

This kind of supernatural phenomenon happened to oneself, the first time it must be fear.

"I am Yang Jian."

Zhang Zhidong asked again; "Where are you taking me?"

Yang Jian carried this person to the nearest red wooden bench in front of the gate of the building again.

He cut the man's arm and let it shed blood.

Blood dripped on a weird doll.

This is the last baby in Yang Jian's hand.

"Sit down." Yang Jian pressed his shoulder, letting you sit on the red wooden bench.

Zhang Zhidong was at a loss, at a loss, he had no room for resistance, but sat down firmly.

But then, he found that his body quickly lost consciousness, and at the same time something happened that made him collapse to almost despair.

The red wooden bench was originally empty, but as he sat down, a strange person appeared beside him.

Lifeless, lifeless, cold and weird, dressed in old clothes, like a corpse that has been dead for many years, and the person's feet are glued to the wooden bench, seeming to merge into one.

"This is a ghost?"

Zhang Zhidong's hair stood upright and his scalp was numb. He wanted to scream, but found that he was powerless.

Yang Jian stood by, clutching the death doll and watching coldly.

The death doll was already active at this moment. It was struggling in Yang Jian's hands, punching and kicking at Yang Jian, trying to break free and escape here.

But to no avail.

Yang Jian grabbed the dead doll and didn't let it leave.

"So, let ordinary people trigger the medium to induce the ghost, and then use the dead doll to transfer the attack of the ghost. At this time, interesting things happen. Will the ghost attack the living person on the wooden bench or attack the person in Yang Jian's hand? To die for the baby?"

"Sure enough, the collision between the supernatural and the supernatural, the conflict between the rules and the rules, or his playing tricks, is simply innate in this profession."

Feng Quan's dull voice was somewhat amazed.

Tong Qian nodded slightly and said, "If the ghost wants to attack the replacement doll in Yang Jian's hand, then the ghost will definitely leave the wooden stool and invade the real world from the medium."

"Once the ghost appears in the real world, then the ghost can be restricted."

Although they can see the key point at a glance, they can't think of this plan in a short time.

It's perfect.

At this moment, the ghost on the wooden bench that had nothing to do with it was forcibly led out by Yang Jian to replace the dead doll.

Of course, there are risks involved.

After all, the ghost might not attack the substitute doll.

"It's really a loss-making business. To deal with this red wooden stool, you have to use the last child to die." Yang Jian felt a loss in his heart at this moment.

This is a life-saving thing, better than ghost candles, and it is not cost-effective to consume here.

next moment.

There was a reaction on the calm wooden bench, and it began to shake violently.

It seems that there is some invisible supernatural power that is interfering with all this.

However, Zhang Zhidong, who was sitting on it, widened his eyes in horror. He tilted his head and looked aside, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing.

A conflict between rules and rules appeared.

At the same time, the wooden stool that exists as a medium has not been destroyed, because Zhang Zhidong is an ordinary person, he does not have the supernatural power, can not resist the attack of the ghost, he just drops a drop of blood on the death doll,

And the role of the death doll is to transfer the attack of the ghost.

The ghost wants to attack Zhang Zhidong and becomes a ghost who wants to attack the replacement doll.

But the surrogate doll is not on the red wooden bench and has no contact with the medium, so the ghost now wants to kill the surrogate doll outside of the medium, not Zhang Zhidong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The medium has become a bondage, bound The law of ghost killing.

The ghost is breaking free, seeming to get rid of the shackles of the red wooden stool, invading into the real world from unknown places.

"Will it appear?"

Yang Jian held a long golden-haired spear and waited for the rabbit.

The red wooden stool shook more and more violently, and even fell to the ground several times, but it just didn't fall.

Zhang Zhidong, who was sitting on the wooden waiting, could not escape, he could only accept all this horror.

gradually.

A supernatural phenomenon appeared.

A scary figure gradually emerged on the wooden bench.

It was a ghost, struggling, swaying the red wooden stool, trying to get rid of the shackles and kill the dead doll not far away.