Mysterious recovery

"I've been to this Hongfa Temple several times before. It's a small temple. It doesn't look like that door."

"No, it's down there."

Yang Jian found a basement under the Hongfa Temple through the ghost domain. In the basement, he also saw several monks avoiding disasters in it. It seems that this is a relatively hidden place in the temple, and only people inside know about it.

Of course, he also saw the door.

Yang Jian walked in without hesitation, and came directly to the basement.

Looking at the style of the basement, it doesn't look like it was built in modern times. It should be about the same age as this Hongfa Temple, and the very old blue bricks are used.

At the end of the basement, is the door.

Old wooden door.

But at this time, he saw that the old wooden door was stuck with gold leaf, it was closed firmly, and it was locked again.

"Someone has been here." Yang Jian thought to himself.

Sticking to the gold foil, he couldn't affect the ghost domain, he could only tear it open, open the door and go in.

"Who, who's there?" Just as he was moving, a voice sounded from the dim passage.

A bald man in plain clothes came over with a flashlight when he heard the movement.

"You, what are you doing? Don't let go quickly, the door can't be opened, my God, how did you slip in." The bald man was shocked when he saw Yang Jian's movements.

Yang Jian turned around and said, "Master, do you know what's inside this door?"

He recognized this bald head, the abbot of Hongfa Temple, he had seen it twice when he came to play.

"Don't ask so many questions, come here quickly." The bald master turned pale with fright, as if he knew that there was something terrible inside.

But Yang Jian didn't stop and continued to tear off the gold leaf: "I want to go in and get something to imprison this ghost in Dachang City and solve this supernatural incident."

Hearing this, the bald master stopped: "Do you want to get that magic pestle?"

"Subduing Demon Pestle? No, it's a coffin nail." Yang Jian said.

However, he thought about it for a while, and it seemed that the two things were similar in shape, and they were close to similar. Maybe the demon-subduing pestle that the bald master was talking about was the coffin nail.

"You took away the subduing pestle, and something very scary will come out." The bald master said.

Yang Jiandao: "If I don't take that thing, the whole Dachang City will be hopeless. Master, you know a lot, can you tell me who told me?"

"This is a secret passed down from generation to generation in Hongfa Temple. Only the abbots of the past generations know it. Are you sure you want to use that thing to save Dachang City?" asked the bald master.

Yang Jiandao: "Very sure, and I don't have so much time to explain to you, you can't stop me if you want to, master, let's save some time."

The bald master's complexion changed, and he finally let out a long sigh: "Then I won't stop you, you go and get the Subduing Demon Pestle, the opportunity has come, maybe it's time for the Subduing Demon Pestle to be born."

Yang Jian was slightly taken aback. He looked at the monk and felt that he knew something.

A secret passed down from generation to generation?

This is somewhat similar to the dilapidated house in the Republic of China period in Guanjiang Community.

It's a pity that the old man guarding the mansion in the period of the Republic of China died, and there is no successor. Otherwise, some unknown secrets would definitely be explored.

"After I finish solving the incident in Dachang City, I'll come back and talk to you, Master when I have time." Yang Jian tore off all the gold foil and pushed it lightly.

The door opens.

The door lock breaks automatically.

A cold wind blew over, making the hair stand upright, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

"Young man, be careful, my dead master said that there are evil spirits imprisoned by the former eminent monks." The bald monk trembled in fear.

"Understood." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he walked in directly.

He had been here once and was not afraid.

Sure enough, the guess was correct.

familiar place.

A desolate, lifeless dark space.

There is only one moldy, moss-covered green turn wall behind.

Ordinary people must be scared to death when they walk into this place.

"The scratches are still there, so it's right here."

Yang Jian looked back and saw that there were still many hideous scratches on the wall, with blood remaining on them. Although it had turned black, judging from the traces, it seemed that it was left only a few months ago, not too long.

This scratch was left by Duan Peng and Zheng Fei, who were brought in together by him in revenge.

Tick, tick!

There was the sound of dripping water in the dark space.

Slight, small, but so obvious, it is especially clear in a dark environment.

Yang Jian didn't use his own eyes to see, the place was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly, so he opened his ghost eyes directly.

The surroundings are no longer dark under the ghost's eyes, and everything can be seen clearly.

A bone tree is rooted on the ground, and there are many weird things hanging on it, including dry human heads, old rags... and a huge black figure three meters high is nailed to the trunk of the bone tree .

It has a human silhouette, but no human facial features. It is just a black shadow condensed, a bit like a headless ghost.

But it's not the same as the headless ghost.

This thing has a body.

A rusty coffin nail pierced through the tall black shadow's chest, nailing it to the tree.

The ticking sound was the black blood dripping from the wound.

"I really didn't expect that I would come back here again one day." Yang Jian saw the position of the head of the huge black shadow.

There was a gap in that place, as if an eye was missing.

Knowing that once this thing is released, it may be very terrifying, but there is no other way now, he urgently needs this coffin nail.

In order to gather information, he first took out his mobile phone and took several photos of this thing, so that he could study it for Wang Xiaoming in the future, so that he would not know how to fight against this thing in the future.

"I really don't know if it's right or wrong to release this thing in order to deal with the starving ghost." Yang Jian was hesitant, but he still reached out to get the coffin nail.

But when he was about to touch it, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and went to the door to pick up several pieces of gold foil that had been torn off just now, and wrapped them up first.

Grasping one end of the coffin nail through the gap of gold leaf.

I don't know if it's because of the isolation of the gold foil, but he doesn't have any special feeling, but this precaution is still to be taken.

Because of the ghost baby, Yang Jian just pulled back.

The coffin nails that nailed the huge black shadow were successfully removed.

Chapter 2 Seventy

Holding the rusty coffin nails in his hands, Yang Jian felt as if he was holding the last hope of Dachang City, extremely dignified.

He believed that this thing would be able to limit the source ghost.

If not, Dachang City is really hopeless. Even if he has the ability to directly contact the source ghost, it is impossible to imprison that ghost.

"After removing the coffin nails, what about this thing..." Yang Jian looked at the three-meter-high black shadow still attached to the bone tree.

There was no movement for the time being.

I don't know if it's because it's been restricted for too long and fell into some kind of deep sleep, or this thing is not as scary as imagined.

do not care.

Can take care of this end, can't take care of the other end.

Now Dachang City is about to become a purgatory on earth, let's talk about it after passing the current hurdle.

Yang Jian ignored it, turned around and left.

Outside the door, the bald master was still fidgeting and waiting there. When he saw Yang Jian coming out, he immediately asked, "What's going on inside? Are there really evil spirits? Is that the demon pestle in your hand?"

"There is no incident, please explain more to the master. You should close this door immediately and keep it away from here. I can't guarantee whether the things inside will leave there. Now I have more important things to do." Yang Jian knew After taking the coffin nails by myself, it's dangerous here.

But that's all for now.

As soon as he finished speaking, he left directly with Huangquan.

The bald master was startled when he saw Yang Jian suddenly disappearing in front of his eyes, and when he realized it, he hurriedly closed the door trembling.

But when he shined the flashlight inside, he froze again.

There is no dark room behind the wooden door, only an old bluestone brick wall.

The weird place before seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"Damn it." The bald master became more and more panicked.

And Yang Jian, who took the coffin nails, rushed to the No. [-] Middle School at this time. With the ghost domain, this distance is nothing at all.

"10 minutes, from leaving the No. 10 Middle School to coming back, it took me only [-] minutes to get the coffin nails. I don't know how is that Zhao Kaiming? Has he survived this period of time?"

Yang Jian came to the gate of No. [-] Middle School, holding the rusty coffin nail in his hand, preparing for the formal detention.

But the campus of No. [-] Middle School has changed differently from before.

The densely packed, motionless ghost babies that had stood in the campus before had all disappeared at this moment.

Yes.

Not mistaken, Yang Jian glanced around, but he didn't find a ghost baby.

"During the time I left, there have been many changes that I don't know about." Yang Jian secretly guessed in his heart.

"Has the source ghost left? Or is Zhao Kaiming's plan successful?"

With this doubt in mind.

Look carefully.

Now that Yang Jian had gained confidence, he was no longer so wretched. He opened the ghost eyes that he could use one by one, and the ghost domain continued to spread out from within a range of ten meters.

From ten meters, to 20 meters, to 30 meters... Under the pressure of the surrounding area, his ghost domain can only reach a range of 100 meters.

This is the limit.

Go deep into the school and start a carpet-like search. We must find the source ghost, and time cannot continue to be wasted.

"That is?"

Suddenly, Yang Jian's expression changed, he disappeared in place, and appeared directly in a classroom on the top floor of a teaching building.

A satellite positioning mobile phone is placed on the podium in the classroom.

At this time, a sentence was being played repeatedly on the satellite positioning mobile phone: Yang Jian, when you received this voice, my plan had already succeeded, and it was in the school. Do you have a way to get rid of that thing?

"That guy left it for me on purpose, he knew I would come back?" Yang Jian frowned, walked over, and turned off the recording.

The plan worked?

Does this mean that Zhao Kaiming's ghost has been resurrected through the body of the starving ghost?

Two ghosts superimposed together.

"Tap, tap, tap~!"

At this time, Yang Jian suddenly heard a series of footsteps from outside the corridor, like a person wearing leather shoes passing by, the footsteps were very clear.

"what?"

Yang Jian's face changed suddenly, and he looked in the direction of the corridor.

In the ghost domain, he could see what happened in every corner, but he couldn't see the person outside the corridor.

No, it's the ghost.

"Are you kidding me? My ghost domain has just been forcibly broken into, and I still can't see that thing?" Yang Jian felt a chill.

He walked out immediately.

There was nothing outside the corridor, shrouded in red light, still within the coverage of his ghost domain.

However, there was a row of dark footprints on the ground.