The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 60 Zhao Jian
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jian regretted it a little. It was the only supernatural item on his body, but when he thought of his life, Zhao Jian softened again. After all, he had been soaked in this muddy water for long enough.

He felt that if he continued to soak, he might be marinated.

"Deal, bring the things first." Yan Duo's voice suddenly sounded behind Zhao Jian. He had no intention of leaving at first, but he was just bluffing Zhao Jian.

Zhao Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, you pull me up before we talk."

"Impossible. My patience is very limited. If you don't take it out, I will leave immediately." Yan Duo waved his hand and said indifferently.

He was sure that the other party would compromise. After all, no matter how good the supernatural item is, can it still compare to his own life?

"Damn you are a primary school student, well you won, it's in my trouser pocket."

Sure enough, after a while, Zhao Jian compromised. He really didn't dare to bet that another person would pass by here before he died.

"A wise choice." Yan Duo smiled, and groped in Zhao Jian's trousers pocket for a while, then he touched a long and hard object, and when he took it out, it turned out to be a rusty scalpel .

Yan Duo couldn't help but stare at the scalpel, for some reason he remembered the weird hospital that the ghost bus passed by that night.

Before he could think about it, Zhao Jian urged him again. After thinking about it, Yan Duo decided to pull him up. After all, in such a ghostly place, one more ghost master would give him more strength.

"Wait, don't touch my shoulder." Just as Yan Duo was about to pull Zhao Jian up, Zhao Jian suddenly said, "Just pull my arm."

Yan Duo naturally didn't care. Looking at Zhao Jian's dense, even wriggling wounds on his back, he probably knew in his heart that the ghosts controlled by the other party were probably related to these wounds.

As soon as his hand touched Zhao Jian, a cold breath came, but it was quickly blocked by the ghost shirt, and Yan Duo frowned. He saw that his sleeves were already stained red with blood, and then he realized that he Can't move Zhao Jian.

"What did you eat to grow up, why is it so heavy?"

Zhao Jiandao: "If you push harder, I feel that the balance will be regained soon."

"balance?"

"Yes, it's the ability of the ghost that attacked me. If you try harder, I feel like I'm going to succeed soon."

Hearing this, Yan Duo simply raised his hands together, plucking the green onions in dry land, and forced Zhao Jian to turn over, and his sleeves were completely dyed red.

Finally, under Yan Duo's unremitting efforts, Zhao Jian was finally pulled up.

"Okay, thank you." Zhao Jian straightened up and stretched his back a little excitedly. He really had been soaking in this muddy water for too long.

"Well, I don't know your name yet." Yan Duo's eyes flickered. Originally, he was ready for the opponent to turn his back on him, but to his surprise, Zhao Jian had no intention of returning the scalpel at all.

"My name is Zhao Jian, what about you?" Zhao Jian pointed to the reflection of Yan Duo's feet and said, "The ghost you control is quite special, no wonder you dare to come to this muddy water."

"I'm Yan Duo."

Yan Duo was a little surprised. The ghost he controlled was quite special, but why did the other party point at his feet and talk.

As he spoke, he lowered his head to look at the surface of the water, and his scalp tingled with just one glance, and his reflection in the water turned into a swollen floating corpse, whose face looked exactly like his, staring at two soaked corpses. His swollen eyeballs looked at him.

Just as Yan Duo was about to say something, his face suddenly changed. His feet seemed to be caught by the swollen floating corpse, and he staggered instantly and fell into the stagnant water.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pool, without even making a sound, and was instantly submerged by the foul-smelling stagnant water.

Watching Yan Duo disappear in front of his eyes, the expression on Zhao Jian's face can only be described as wonderful. A big living person disappeared so strangely. Only then did he realize that the reflection of the floating corpse was a real ghost.

Looking at the still rippling water, Zhao Jian's face was covered with cold sweat. This man named Yan Duo was also a genuine ghost master, so he was dragged away without even resisting.

Li Gui's attack was too sudden, and he had no time to help.

"Damn it, even if a dog is killed, it has to thump twice. What kind of situation is this?" Zhao Jian's legs trembled involuntarily, and his fear had slowly overwhelmed him.

At this moment, Zhao Jian suddenly felt someone press on his shoulder, the movement was very light, but just this moment, Zhao Jian's entire arm went numb, and a sharp pain passed along his shoulder to his body.

"Are you kidding?" Zhao Jianqiang endured the pain and immediately looked back, only to find that there was no one behind him, and there was no sign of the water around him being stepped on.

The ghost he controlled was named Guishang. When he was out camping, he was scratched by something on his back, leaving a strange wound. Since then, he seems to be entangled by a weird ghost... …

Every once in a while, a new wound will appear on his back, and even Li Gui dare not touch the place covered by these knife wounds easily, not only that, he can also transfer part of the knife wound to Li Gui , thereby suppressing.

But now, the ghost that patted his shoulder was obviously not affected by the ghost's injury, which made Zhao Jian both shocked and angry. Even when he was chased and killed by the balance ghost, he was not as scared as he is now.

Suddenly, Zhao Jian felt a chill down his waist, looked down, and saw that the strange stagnant water had already flooded his waist, which made his expression change instantly.

He would rather face that unknown ghost now than stay in this stinking puddle any longer.

Just as Zhao Jiang took two steps, a series of blisters suddenly appeared in the stagnant water in front of him.

The stagnant water kept tumbling, and a huge shadow emerged in the water, like a struggling figure. With the sound of water breaking, a sallow and swollen hand suddenly stretched out of the water.

Immediately afterwards, a highly decomposed human head jumped out of the water, its face was covered with rotten holes, and thick corpse water was continuously flowing out at this moment.

Seeing this, Zhao Jian's face changed drastically. The rotten human head in front of him should be the source of the stagnant water, but Zhao Jian was still a little puzzled. He was lying here for so long and nothing happened. Why did he trigger the opponent's attack at this time? Law of killing.

There seemed to be countless hands around the head. Accompanied by a stench, they held it up from the stagnant water unsteadily. Zhao Jian's eyelids twitched and he was about to use his means. Suddenly, he felt his shoulders being lightly pressed. a bit.

(End of this chapter)