Mysterious Recovery

The other side of the old house.

Fan Xing and the other ghost masters gathered together. There were a lot of people, including six people.

It’s a pity that Zhou Deng is not gregarious, otherwise their team will be more powerful,

"Can you hear it? The movement coming from the next door seems to be someone listening to the radio..." someone said with a low voice.

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In the room next to him, there was a rustle of electronic sound. It was from an old-fashioned radio, and the radio seemed to be constantly tuned, trying to restore the signal, but it was very unstable, and occasionally the sound was intermittent. of.

"The time is now at 11:40, and there are still 20 minutes until the next day. Do you want to go to the next door? If you are lucky, you can get a supernatural item." Fan Xing's eyes flashed, and he was a little moved. stand up.

After all, it was in the next room, very close.

There is also plenty of time, and I can do it once.

"How do you divide things when you get them?" someone asked.

Fan Xing said: "It depends on who survives in the end."

The others thought for a while and nodded immediately: "Yes, just do it like this, so many of us can be suppressed even by ghosts. Sitting here doing nothing is a waste of time."

"Then act, don't waste time." Fan Xing said immediately

Suddenly, everyone in this room immediately walked out.

It was silent outside, there was a rustling noise in the next room, and the wooden door was not soundproofed well, and the hollow windows clearly revealed the movement inside.

Fan Xing immediately reached out and pushed open the door of the second room.

I didn't know when there was an old radio in the room that was empty yesterday. The radio was rustling on the table, and the signal was intermittent, making it impossible to listen to any radio station.

"No ghost found..." Fan Xing's eyes moved, and he glanced at the others.

The others nodded.

Stepped into this room together.

However, as soon as these people walked into the radio that had lost its signal, it was suddenly connected, and the rustling voice suddenly stopped, and a very ordinary voice came from the radio: "Hey, is there anyone? Hey... "

The radio seems to be wrong, it seems that a telephone signal is heard.

"Hello, does anyone hear? Hello."

The six people in the room stared at the radio, silent and silent.

No one seemed to dare to respond to this voice.

"Hey, hello, can you hear it?" The person on the radio asked again and again.

Still no one answered.

They are all ghost masters, and few are stupid. Who dares to respond to the sound of this kind of thing.

The sound from the radio asked repeatedly for several times, and I kept asking for a full five minutes. In the end, no one responded, and gradually disappeared.

"Sha Sha...chih! Chih!"

The signal is broken again.

At this time, the hearts of the other talents were slightly relaxed, and one of them said: "This thing doesn't look very good. Take it away and leave this room."

Fan Xing nodded, just when he wanted to take away the weird radio.

Sudden.

The signal on Shasha's radio suddenly became clear again, and the sound before it rang again, with a strange laughter; "Hey, hey, there really is someone, I heard... Shasha!"

Immediately after this sentence, the radio cut off the signal again.

"Oops."

Fan Xing's eyes suddenly shrank, and his heart was raised at this moment.

He looked at the talking ghost master.

The man's expression was also green: "Don't look at me. I just took care of it. I don't know that this thing will be tricky."

Fan Xing picked up the radio at this moment, but at this moment he found that the radio was old and unworthy, and could not work at all. It was even full of dirt, as if it had just been dug out from somewhere.

"This is not a supernatural object, but a medium for spreading curses."

He tried to move the radio, but there was no response. If it is a supernatural item, it must be usable.

This time something happened to greed.

Not to mention nothing, but also contaminated with some kind of ghost curse.

"leave here."

Fan Xing lost the radio with a black face and hurried away.

Others also hurriedly dispersed.

But it seems a bit late now.

As soon as they left the house, they suddenly saw the darkness outside the aisle.

The darkness has eroded to the doorway of this room.

Beside, an old black grandmaster's chair was placed in the aisle, blocking the progress of the darkness, but what made everyone feel horrified was that there was a pair of hands on the back of the grandmaster's chair, those hands were cold and stiff. The nails are dark, and the fingers are covered with bruises, one green and one black.

The other end of the hand was immersed in the darkness, unable to see clearly what was behind it.

And at this moment, the black Grand Master's chair in the aisle was being pushed forward by those terrifying hands, and it made a crunching sound across the ground.

"No..."

Fan Xing and the others were frightened when they saw this, and they dared not get close to the thing behind the black chair, turned and ran.

The room is not safe, you have to go to the lobby.

Yang Jian on the other side also heard the sound of the black chair being pushed, but the sound was not so close yet, there was still some distance.

However, the movements of Fan Xing and others have attracted Yang Jian's attention.

"The others left the room and entered the lobby?" Yang Jian frowned.

Checked the time.

It's 11:55.

The next day has not arrived yet.

"Someone is afraid of doing something stupid, otherwise they are so greedy for life and fear of death how could they enter the lobby early." Yang Jian's eyes moved.

He got used to it.

There must be some idiots in the crowd.

But that's okay.

The idiot is destined to not live long, just turn around and die.

"It's time to go out. On the first day, I was basically sure. It was the night watch. The abnormality came from the room. This shows that the room cannot stay. If we continue to stay, we will die here." Yang Jian moved his body and stood up. Get up and push the door out.

He looked deep into the aisle.

It's dim.

The Grand Master's chair was placed in at least the sixth room in the distance, and there was still a little distance from here, so it was safe for the time being.

But compared to the previous distance, it is much closer.

But when he looked at the aisle opposite, his face sank.

The aisle where those people lived was shrouded in darkness. At the door of the first room in the aisle, a black armchair appeared there with a pair of weird palms on it.

The ghost has already appeared, and is about to invade into the ancient house.

"This is only the first day, and the second day hasn't started yet." Yang Jian was not thinking about which idiot did something wrong.

But I couldn't help taking a breath in my heart.

Ghosts appeared the next day, and got close like this, so how do you survive the remaining few days?

Can you really make it to the top seven?

"Crunch!"

At the same time, in the depths of the aisle on his own side, there was the sound of the wooden door opening, and the movement was far away, as if it was behind the black armchair.

"It's not just over there, my situation here is not much better. This ancient house is leaking everywhere. I thought it could last for the first seven days. Now it seems that the ancient house will fall completely in three days. NS."

Yang Jian retracted his gaze ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and stopped thinking about it, and went directly to the lobby to meet the others.

It's time to find a way to survive the next crisis in the ancient house.

The crowd gathered again, but Zhou Deng was missing.

Checked the time.

It's twelve o'clock at night.

The next day began.

This night is called the vigil.

According to tradition, it is necessary to accompany the deceased's body for one night.

"Yang Jian."

Seeing his appearance, many people greeted him immediately.

Yang Jian glanced at those people coldly: "What's wrong with you."

Fan Xing's expression changed. He didn't conceal it, he told the story just now and mentioned the radio problem.

"Greedy, nothing, I am greedy too, but if you are stupid and greedy, it's better to die sooner, so that it will hurt others." Yang Jian said coldly.

"Now is not the time to blame us. We should figure out how to accomplish today's task." Fan Xing did not dare to confront Yang Jian, but changed the subject.

Yang Jian said: "This night should be a vigil. If I'm not mistaken, everything in the ancient house is already unsafe. The only safe place should be near the coffin in the back hall."

"What are you waiting for, let's go and stay next to the coffin."

"If it is wrong, this night is not a vigil, but a condolence, then according to the traditional coffin, you need to move to this lobby, and open the coffin lid for people to pay respects to the remains. Of course, there is the possibility of crying." Yang Jian said.

"..."

The others were silent.

But time does not give them hesitation and thinking.

The darkness in the ancient house is eroding.

Although it was dim before but there was light at any rate, but now it is pitch black. The only place that can be seen clearly is the lobby and the patio.