Mysterious recovery

But just when he picked up the phone, the person who was knocked into the air suddenly stood in front of the car again, and the surrounding fog became thicker, even if he was so close. There is no way to see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, but he can barely see the person's exposed hands.

Those hands revealed a kind of dead gray, and were covered with a lot of mud, which looked weird and infiltrating.

"What the hell."

Seeing this scene, the driver brother was so frightened that he stepped on the accelerator.

But the car did not rush out as expected, but lost control without any response.

"The car is malfunctioning?" The driver brother tried to step on it a few more times, but the car still didn't move.

Now he understood a little bit why so many cars stalled and broke down on the side of the road.

But looking at the strange person blocking the car in front, the big brother driver was sweating all over his body, and he realized now that he seemed to have hit a ghost.

"Brother, how far is it to the destination?"

He Feng can't wait now, the car can't start now, he can't stay here forever.

"No, it's not very far. After crossing the road ahead, you can see the neighborhood after turning a corner." The driver brother said nervously, he was still trying to start the car.

He Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I'll get out of the car and walk over."

After finishing speaking, he directly opened the car door and walked out of the car.

There was thick fog floating outside, and the air was filled with a strange and indescribably coldness, which penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making people tremble inexplicably.

But He Feng didn't pay attention, he mustered up his courage, took the scarlet ax and directly struck at the strange person who stopped in front of the car.

As soon as the ax was struck, the strange person in front of him fell to the ground without any movement, and even the thick fog around him dissipated a lot.

He Feng was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't thought that he could get it so easily.

It was only when the thick fog cleared that he saw clearly the person lying down. No, it could no longer be called a person, it was simply a dead body just dug out of the grave, with a smell of rot all over its body. breath.

He Feng trembled all over, immediately woke up, and then ran towards the front without looking back.

While running, he did not forget to remind: "Brother Driver, take this opportunity to turn around and leave quickly, don't stay here."

Strange to say.

As the terrible body fell down, the driver's brother's car returned to normal and could start.

The big brother driver didn't dare to stay, he turned around and left in a hurry, as fast as he wanted.

Now that the thick fog has cleared for a while, who knows if there will be another accident later.

He Feng heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of the car leaving behind him. After all, he didn't want a kind driver brother to be killed by a ghost like this.

"Uncle Zhang's ax is very powerful. As long as it is hit, even the terrifying ghost will be silent, but it seems that it can't kill the ghost. After a while, the ghost will recover again. I must use this time to complete it." task, otherwise I may die in the thick fog next time."

At this moment, He Feng's mind was inexplicably clear. He thought of the scene where Uncle Zhang dealt with the black hair before, and analyzed a lot of things.

soon.

Panting for breath, He Feng ran to an old residential area.

"It should be here." He began to identify the specific location, looking for the residence named Liu Xiaoyu.

But at this time, the dense fog that dissipated before reappeared.

"How could it be so fast?" He Feng was terrified and couldn't help speeding up his actions.

"Where is it, which building is it? Damn, these old houses don't even have any signs on them."

He was anxious at the moment, circling around the neighborhood like a headless fly, and what was even more deadly, he found that the oil lamp in his hand was going out at this moment.

There is not much oil left in the oil lamp, and I don't know how long it can last.

If the oil lamp goes out, He Feng suspects that something more terrifying will happen, and he must complete the task before the oil lamp burns out.

"No, not this building."

At this moment, He Feng entered a building and came out again. He found the wrong house, it was not Liu Xiaoyu's residence.

He had no choice but to run to another building.

Although there are many buildings in the community, he has roughly determined a location after investigation.

"It should be one of the buildings in front." He Feng thought to himself.

But at this moment, the sound of heavy footsteps came from the thick fog behind him.

He Feng felt cold behind his back, and hastily quickened his pace.

But his footsteps quickened, and the sound of footsteps behind him also quickened.

He Feng gritted his teeth and suddenly stopped, raised his ax and looked back, but there was a thick fog behind him, and there was nothing.

He had no choice but to move on.

The oil lamp in his hand was still illuminating the front, and the dim light penetrated the thick fog, providing He Feng with a lot of vision.

But just when He Feng entered the next building, the oil lamp burned out and went out completely.

Without the oil lamp, He Feng finally felt the horror of the dense fog.

I couldn't see my fingers when I stretched out my hands, I couldn't see my feet when I lowered my head, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes. I was like a blind person, and my eyes were completely useless.

Fortunately, it was inside the building. If it was outside, it would be lost at this moment, and it would be impossible to find the right place.

He Feng dropped the oil lamp, not wanting to be a burden, he touched the wall with one hand, held an ax in the other, and walked up the stairs all the way.

One floor, one floor, counting to prevent myself from going to the wrong floor.

But the heavy footsteps behind him sounded again, it seemed that someone was following him and also going upstairs.

He Feng felt terrified, he suppressed his fear and continued to walk forward.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, which made him feel that he was about to be overtaken.

"Don't panic, don't panic. If I panic now, I will die. I still have a chance. As long as I hit that thing again with an axe, it will buy me some more time." He Feng kept asking Calm yourself down and tell yourself not to be defeated by fear.

Now it's not a child's play house, but a life-saving one. If you make a mistake, you will be killed by the ghost behind you.

"Did those people deal with ghosts like this in the past?"

At this moment, He Feng realized how desperate it would be to really encounter a ghost.

Putting aside all the thoughts in his mind, he came to the door of a family on the tenth floor this time.

Looking at the house number on the gate, He Feng became a little happy: "I found it, it's here."

But the door was locked, and he couldn't get in at all.

He had no choice but to pick up the ax and strike at the door.

The gate was being destroyed rapidly, but the sound of footsteps behind him was getting closer and closer.

At this moment, He Feng's hairs stood on end, and he swung the ax back almost subconsciously.

In the thick fog, he felt that he had hit something.

"Success?"

He Feng heard the sound of heavy objects rolling down the stairs, and then the dense fog in the corridor began to gradually dissipate, and he suddenly felt the joy of escaping death.

But time waits for no one, he still has something to do, so he has to work harder.

As he hacked the door in front of him again and again.

Soon, the gate was breached.

He Feng quickly walked into the room.

The room is not big, it is a very common two-bedroom, one of the rooms should be the bedroom of the old man named Liu Xiaoyu, and the other room is the study.

He went straight to the study and began to search quickly, trying to find some useful information.

Most of the study room is full of miscellaneous books, and there is no record about that Yang Jian.

Now He Feng was a little anxious.

If he couldn't succeed, it would be impossible for him to leave here alive in the situation outside.

"We will definitely find it. It is impossible not to record such important news." He Feng continued to search in the study.

The tidy study room became messy at this moment.

He Feng did not find that important information as smoothly as expected, he couldn't help but feel a little desperate at the moment, maybe there is no written record of that Yang Jian's real name, everything only exists in that old man Liu Xiaoyu In his memory, this time he was just running in vain.

Just as he was thinking this way, the terrifying thick fog began to gather again at this moment.

His vision began to gradually become blurred.

"Maybe not in the study, but in the old man's bedroom."

Awakened by the dense fog that came again, He Feng suddenly realized at this moment whether he had found the wrong place.

He immediately gave up the study and headed for the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the room, He Feng couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

He saw that one wall of the room was covered with words written with pens. Those handwritings filled the whole wall in all directions. It seemed that the person who wrote these words reminded himself not to forget all the time. Only two words were being repeated, which seemed to be a person's name.

"Oops, I can't see clearly."

He Feng became inexplicably terrified at this moment, and he hurried forward.

The wall full of words seemed to disappear from my eyes.

He Feng understood that the wall was still there, and the handwriting hadn't disappeared. It was because his eyes were covered by thick fog that he couldn't see clearly.

"Just a little bit, I can't fail."

He rushed over, lying on the wall, his eyes wide open, hoping to see the two words clearly before his sight disappeared completely, because at this time, the terrifying footsteps behind him sounded again.

The ghost didn't disappear, it was always by his side, but next time he might not have such good luck to strike back the ghost with an axe.

"I see, I see."

At this moment, He Feng was surprised and delighted, he could clearly see the writing on the wall.

"So that's the way it is, it turns out that it's the way it is. Those people in Guanjiang District are wrong. The Yang Jian they talk about is not a ghost master, nor a human being, nor a ghost. He is... a god."

"Since there are ghosts in this world, there should also be gods."

He Feng stroked the wall, his sight was completely blurred, but that name was already deeply imprinted in his mind.

"So, his real name is... Yang Jian."

The last two words are called out.

A condition has been triggered.

When the spirit begins to revive, the ghosts appear again, and all living beings suffer from suffering. The moment the world calls this name, he will manifest in the world, exorcising ghosts and eliminating evil, saving people and promoting good.

moment.

A dazzling golden light rises from the small temple in Guanjiang Community, and then covers the sky and covers the entire Dachang City.

Under the cover of the golden light, the raging thick fog was instantly torn apart, and the desperate spirit disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, the people in the whole city looked up at the sky in astonishment, feeling unbelievable at this sudden change.

Countless people saw a blurry figure standing tall in the sky, that figure was holding a red spear, and a golden eye was faintly visible between the foreheads.

God, appeared!

He Feng's gaze was dull at the moment, and he looked out of the window in disbelief.

In the city, some people sat paralyzed on the ground, some knelt down uncontrollably, and some were too shocked to speak.

Today, the world is turned upside down.

However, in Guanjiang Community, someone smiled at the figure in the golden light.

The first thousand and 560 four chapters bear and abandon

Over the city of Dachang City, golden light shrouded it. Countless people saw such a miraculous scene, and even saw the incomprehensible blurred figure in the golden light. That figure violated cognition, like a god in the myth awakened Generally, standing in mid-air.

The dense white fog that permeated the urban area before has disappeared under the shroud of golden light.

The white mist dissipated, and many ordinary people who were trapped in the white mist and were almost killed by the terrifying ghosts survived the catastrophe, and were ecstatic.

But now, the cognition of everyone in Dachang City has been subverted.