Mysterious recovery

However, the fierce ghost drenched in the torrential rain began to melt rapidly, merging into one with the surrounding rainwater, and finally completely disappeared in front of his eyes.

The second ghost standing in the front was also uncomfortable, and Yang Jian's body directly slammed into it. Li Gui couldn't resist it at all, and was immediately knocked out, and the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground.

The same was true for the third one, which fell to the ground when Yang Jian raised his hand, then fell into silence and never got up again.

The fourth, the fifth...

The terrifying ghost retreated in front of Yang Jian, and the besieged ghosts couldn't stop him. Obviously, Yang Jian, who has grown up to this day, is no longer what it used to be.

Maybe any of the ghosts here can cause a terrible supernatural event if placed outside, but they can't fight against the current Yang Jian.

soon.

The vicious dog in Yang Jian's mind is howling, it seems that some kind of supernatural power is attacking his consciousness, but unfortunately, Yang Jian has no shortcoming now, if the unknown supernatural power wants to invade his consciousness, he has to get past the vicious dog That level.

But in terms of consciousness, Guimeng is the top supernatural, and he hasn't found anything that can repel the vicious dog, so when the roar of the vicious dog resounds in his mind, it means that a ghost will be killed Torn to shreds.

"boom!"

A cold body was knocked out by Yang Jian.

At this moment, Yang Jian found that the front was empty, and there were no more black ghosts holding umbrellas, which meant that he had rushed out of the surrounding ghosts.

But a new encirclement is forming again.

As long as he was drenched in the rain, the ghosts around him would appear one after another without stopping.

Yang Jian looked back, and there were black umbrellas left behind where he passed by.

Perhaps the real umbrella is hidden in it.

However, Yang Jian was too lazy to search for them one by one. He made another wish in a low voice, letting the spirit of the wishing ghost guide him in the direction.

The same wish as before appeared.

Yang Jian raised the spear in his hand again, but this time the red spear was not pointing forward, but pointing in a direction behind him.

That direction is a new direction, not the route just traveled.

The emergence of this situation means that the ghost holding the real umbrella has been in a state of movement, and has not stayed in one place waiting for Yang Jian to approach.

"Are you playing hide-and-seek with me?" Yang Jian's eyes sank, and the direction he pointed with his spear shifted slightly.

However, the ghosts in that area were all moving, and they all looked the same, so it was impossible to tell which ghost had the umbrella he was looking for.

Yang Jian did not rush into action.

He is thinking.

If Yang Jian acted as before, it would undoubtedly be a waste of effort, because the ghost would definitely change directions again.

"If I act faster, can I catch the ghost before it changes position?"

But after short thinking, Yang Jian didn't think of any particularly good method, only one method that was not considered a method.

Give it a try.

Yang Jian decided to give it a try.

So he acted again.

However, this time he did not use the supernatural power of the hatchet, but only relied on himself to forcibly knock away the ghosts blocking the front, because in this way, he could save a lot of time.

Yang Jian ran very fast in the rainstorm, which was different from ordinary people. The ghosts blocking the front were still unable to resist. As long as they touched, they would be knocked out immediately, and they couldn't even delay for a second.

And as the ghost was knocked into the air, the black umbrella was also thrown everywhere.

Yang Jian doesn't need to distinguish the real from the fake at this moment, he just needs to follow the direction pointed by the spear all the way forward.

"The direction changed again?"

Just when he was about to rush out of the ghost's encirclement again, the spear in his hand pointed to a new direction again, that direction was no longer in the front, but on the left.

There was no other way, Yang Jian could only stop immediately, make a change, and rush towards the new direction.

He also moved quickly, rushing through countless people with umbrellas.

Many weird people were knocked into the air again, and the umbrellas in their hands fell to the ground.

This time Yang Jian had a feeling that he would soon be close to the real umbrella.

In front, the dense crowd gathers, making people feel oppressed and breathless. These people are like thick walls, walking through it as if they are about to be swallowed up, and they can no longer see anything around them All vision is blocked.

Yang Jian had been in the rain for too long.

So much so that the number of ghosts gathered has reached an astonishing level.

This amount made Wang Shankan in the room tremble with fear.

"The crowd was surging, Yang Jian was buried alive by this group of people?" Wang Shan tried to look around, looking for traces of Yang Jian.

But the group of ghosts holding black umbrellas kept wandering around, as if forming waves, and there was no trace of Yang Jian at all, only a few scattered black umbrellas were vaguely seen flying into the air, and then slowly fell down.

But that still doesn't help.

Because the new ghosts will soon be able to fill the remaining vacancies.

"It's too reckless. If this continues, he will be consumed to death, but he should be able to foresee this situation. Why did he choose to do this?" Wang Shan was puzzled while worried.

"Wait, it's not right."

suddenly.

Wang Shan made another discovery.

Because there were too many ghosts holding umbrellas nearby, the black umbrellas had already formed one after another, blocking the torrential rain overhead.

Yang Jian walked through it to avoid being exposed to the heavy rain for a long time.

Therefore, quite a few ghosts gathered around quietly dispersed unconsciously.

"This should be the limit of the ghost umbrella. Not only did too many ghosts not cause harm to Yang Jian, but they provided some help, but even if the surrounding ghosts no longer gathered, he was able to find the umbrella smoothly. Umbrella?" Wang Shan continued to watch from the side.

At this moment, Yang Jian was still shuttling among countless black umbrellas, and the red spear in his hand pointed the direction, making him closer and closer to the real umbrella.

But such reckless squandering of his supernatural power also caused the ghosts in Yang Jian's body to recover intensified.

It's been a long time since Li Gui's restlessness has recovered.

The moment reappeared in the body.

Obviously, Yang Jian's limit is coming soon. It is conceivable that he, who could live for nine days, will definitely not have more than three days left at this time. If this supernatural event cannot end, he will definitely die because of the ghost's recovery. die here.

But hard work pays off.

suddenly.

The spear in Yang Jian's hand was nailed to the ground with a bang, and a force guiding him forward suddenly disappeared.

The disappearance of this power represents the end of the wish and the completion of the wish.

The umbrella he was looking for was nearby.

Yang Jian immediately stopped in his tracks, stared at his surroundings, and immediately raised the hatchet in his hand.

There is no time to find out the real umbrellas, so the only way is to dismember all the nearby ghosts, take all the umbrellas from their hands, and then let Wang Shan try one by one.

The method is simple, but it sure works.

So the hatchet in Yang Jian's hand chopped down again.

The nearby ghosts were constantly being dismembered, and one after another black umbrellas fell to the ground.

It wasn't until Yang Jian emptied the surrounding ghosts that he made another wish.

The red spear vibrated, but it no longer directed Yang Jian's direction.

"Successful." Yang Jian stopped walking, and there were umbrellas all over the ground nearby.

The number is not too large, only a dozen or so umbrellas, and the real umbrellas are hidden among them.

But now the heavy rain was too heavy, Yang Jian stood under the heavy rain again, and at the same time, there were ghosts besieging him nearby. These ghosts were densely packed, and there was no end in sight.

At this moment, Yang Jian was in trouble.

If he continues to fight against these ghosts, he won't be able to find the real umbrella at all, but if he retreats now, maybe the umbrella he finally got will be taken away by these ghosts later.

"I can't retreat, I have to hold on for a while."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, trying to resurrect Wang Shan with the deceptive ghost necklace, and asked him to help him find the real umbrella.

But the supernatural power of the deceiving ghost failed.

As soon as Wang Shan's phantom figure appeared, it was washed away by the torrential rain, and there was no way to revive him in the torrential rain.

"Then use Ghost Lake..."

Yang Jian immediately changed his mind and planned to let the water ghost in the ghost lake do Wang Shan's work.

But as soon as the gloomy lake water appeared, it immediately mixed into the surrounding water, and finally became entangled with ghosts, and was no longer under his control. Even if Yang Jian released all the ghost lakes, it would be useless.

Apparently, the spirit of Ghost Lake was also blocked by the torrential rain.

At this moment, Yang Jian had a feeling that he couldn't use his strength. A heavy rain actually blocked several kinds of his supernatural powers.

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The fifth floor of the black umbrella is even more terrifying than imagined. If Yang Jian hadn’t driven the supernatural bus this time, he would have undoubtedly died here, even if there was a ghost from the ghost lake, so at this moment Yang Jian On the contrary, he felt a little rejoiced in his heart, rejoicing that he had not chosen to deal with this supernatural event at the beginning, otherwise he would not have survived today.

Fortunately, after some confrontation, Yang Jian has found the real black umbrella, and he is one step away from solving this supernatural incident.

However, if you want to go smoothly in this step, the danger you will face is still not small.

"Find the correct one among more than 20 umbrellas, and there is no way to use Ghost Lake, and there is no way to call Wang Shan, which means that I can only do it myself, and I can't make mistakes. If I make a mistake once, I may be black umbrella Send it to the sixth floor." Yang Jian frowned, he was still thinking about the method.

However, under the heavy rain, Yang Jian was soaked and water was running all over his body, and even the sight of the ghost eyes was a little blurred.

The ghosts with black umbrellas around them slowly approached again, and the little space that was finally vacated was being continuously compressed.

Once the surrounding ghosts approached, all of Yang Jian's previous efforts would be in vain.

"Try using the wishing ghost's supernatural power again." Yang Jian was also trying while thinking.

He made another wish without hesitation, this time the wish was a little different from before.

"When the spear falls, it must land next to the real black umbrella."

A new wish appeared, and blood flowed from the red spear again. Yang Jian threw the spear in his hand into the air, trying to let the spirit that made the wish continue to guide him, just like before.

But this time, the supernatural power of the wishing ghost failed.

Under the heavy rain, the red blood on the gun was quickly washed away. Although the falling spear struggled a little in midair, it finally fell down powerlessly and landed in front of Yang Jian. The method guides Yang Jian to find the real black umbrella accurately.

But it's not completely useless.

When the red spear was struggling and shaking, it pointed a general direction, which was on the right.

Yang Jian looked in that direction, and there were four black umbrellas stacked together, and there were several more scattered around.

Counting, there are eight umbrellas in that direction.

The range has become much smaller, but the chances of finding it accurately are still small.

Yang Jian strode over at this moment, and continued to make a wish in a low voice: "When the spear is raised, it must be pointed at the real black umbrella."

Blood oozes from the red spear, and then shakes. This time, the red spear is more accurately pointed at the four black umbrellas gathered together.

This time, Yang Jian was almost certain.

The real black umbrella is one of the four.

"Split these umbrellas and make another wish." Yang Jian immediately stretched out his spear to separate the four black umbrellas.

The four black umbrellas became one each for the upper, lower, left and right.

Yang Jian stood in the middle and made another wish, trying to find out the real black umbrella through wishing again and again. Although the effect was slow, it was at least useful. As long as he took his time, he would be successful.

He glanced at the four umbrellas beside him, and then raised the red spear in his hand.

Yang Jian's arm did not use any strength, and an uncontrollable spiritual force appeared. This force pulled Yang Jian's arm to move, pointing in a correct direction, but soon this spiritual force disappeared quickly. , because the torrential rain once again interfered with the spirit of the wishing ghost.

But this time it worked.

As the red spear swayed, Yang Jian immediately ruled out the black umbrella in front and the one on the left, leaving only two targets, the one on the right and the one behind him.

The probability came to 50.00%.