Mysterious recovery

"Wait, what's that?" Suddenly, Wan Tong's eyelids twitched, and he pointed to a nearby cell with his voice suppressed.

Zhang Qing hugged Liu Baimu's head and turned around to take a look, his expression changed immediately.

In the place illuminated by the light in the prison cell, a pair of skinny, cold, dead feet covered with corpse spots lay there quietly and motionless. There was no sign of decay in these legs, as if they had been abandoned here for many years. The other end of the leg was hidden in the darkness.

The dim light couldn't spread, so the corpse in the darkness couldn't be seen clearly.

"There is no movement...but it is definitely not a normal dead body."

Zhang Qing's eyes flickered: "There is a high probability that it is a ghost that has fallen into a deep sleep."

"I think so too. Normal corpses have long since rotted, and only corpses that have been corroded by spiritual forces can survive for a long time, or the corpse itself is a ghost." Wan Tong also nodded in agreement.

"Since there has been no movement for a long time, then there should be nothing wrong now, let's move on."

The two looked away and continued walking forward.

The further you go, the more frightening it becomes.

They saw many strange situations in the cell.

In some cells, there is a wooden stool covered with red paint. It looks like a supernatural object, but it is always a medium to trigger ghosts. It is placed in the cell and refused to be touched.

Some cells couldn't even be illuminated by lights, and it was pitch black behind the iron fence, revealing an unusually weird feeling.

There are also cells that are empty and contain nothing, but the rusty iron fences are twisted and deformed, and several pieces are even broken, as if the things that were once locked inside have escaped.

There were also some strange noises in some cells, as if someone was pacing back and forth inside, but nothing could be seen inside.

……

"What kind of place have we come to?" Zhang Qing felt chills in his heart.

There is no doubt that there are some unexplainable supernatural phenomena in most of the cells, as if there are ghosts appearing at any time, but the strange thing is that there are so many supernatural phenomena here, but they have not suffered from ghosts along the way. attack.

Although scary, but itself is very safe.

Could it be said that the prison cell really imprisoned Li Gui in it?

But how is all this done?

Although they were puzzled, they could only bury all this in their hearts, and they did not forget their purpose.

Find the pendulum clock that cursed everyone.

However soon.

This room of prisons has come to an end.

It was a thick bluestone brick wall.

But in front of the wall there is an old wooden table, like a desk.

There is an old desk lamp on the table, the desk lamp is on at the moment, the light is yellow and dim, and can only illuminate the vicinity of the wooden table.

In addition, there is a bottle of black ink on it, with a pen inserted in it, and a few notebooks with yellowed paper next to it, it seems that there are still unfinished notes on it.

"Someone seems to have lived here." Zhang Qing walked over slowly with awkward steps.

He checked the desk.

His gaze finally settled on the notebook on the table.

But the handwriting on the note is very weird, like a symbol, and it seems that the strokes are missing. It is not complete at all, and there is no way to recognize the handwriting on it.

But the only thing that is certain is that the handwriting on it was written by a living person, and judging from the latest handwriting situation, the last writing should be in the near future, at least within a month.

"What kind of person would live here?" Zhang Qing frowned.

"Wan Tong, look around and see if you can find anything new."

The two began to rummage through the desk.

at the same time.

The hunting of Yang Jian's team is still going on.

With a desperate scream, he killed the last hidden ghost master on the second floor.

The process remains simple and smooth.

"Then we have to go to the third floor." Yang Jian slightly raised his head and looked upstairs.

There are not many ghost masters left who survived.

He remembered that the one named Zhang Qing hadn't appeared yet, and Wan Tong, who was code-named Ghost Bump, had also disappeared.

In addition, Liu Baimu's body has not been found yet.

These three people probably hid on the third floor.

"Look, that ghost thing appeared again." Suddenly, Feng Quan pointed to the front.

Next to the front stairs, there was an extra door suddenly and strangely. In front of the door stood a lifeless middle-aged man. The man's face was stiff and his eyes were numb.

"It's that ghost thing I saw before." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

"Is this ghost watching us?"

Tong Qian said: "Let's deal with it. Save time and follow us out of here."

Just as Yang Jian had this thought, he saw the middle-aged man standing in front of the room disappear quickly.

Like a hallucination, the person disappeared, and the door of the room disappeared.

Everything is back to normal again.

"Xiong Wenwen, predict it and see if this phenomenon will reappear in the future."

Yang Jian's expression moved slightly and he immediately said: "If they appear, point them out where they appear."

"What did you think of?" Feng Quan asked.

"It's nothing, just need to confirm, this may be a signal, not a supernatural phenomenon." Yang Jian speculated.

Xiong Wenwen's prediction started.

He closed his eyes and predicted what would happen within 10 minutes in the future. In fact, he now possesses a supernatural prop, a ghost sign, which can extend the time of this prediction. If necessary, he can even extend it to an hour later.

It's just that the longer the time, the more ghosts are involved, and the greater the deviation in the prediction will be.

Soon, Xiong Wenwen opened his eyes, and he pointed out: "That thing has appeared over there, and it has also appeared there...but more places appear on the third floor."

"Go to the third floor."

Yang Jian acted immediately, and he led everyone to the third floor.

Xiong Wenwen pointed out again: "There, the position of the ghost has not changed since then."

The direction he pointed was a wall, and there was no room at all, but on that wall, the outline of a door was drawn with a mark.

It seems that at some point there really was a door here, only now, it's gone.

"Are you sure it's there?" Feng Quanneng asked.

"You can't trust others, can't you trust your daddy Xiong?" Xiong Wenwen still looked extremely arrogant.

As an adult, I naturally don't care about it like a child.

The others looked at Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian looked down at the pocket watch in his hand.

Compare the time on the pocket watch with the real time.

Something weird happened.

The minute hand on the normal time rotates twice, and the time on the pocket watch has only passed 1 minute.

"The time here is disordered. The time inside the ancient house is inconsistent with the time outside. We have not suffered from the curse of the pendulum clock, so we cannot see this door."

Yang Jian speculated: "If I guess correctly, this door does not exist in the present, but exists in the past."

"Only when the ancient house is restarted, the door will appear, and the time of appearance will be very short. Once the time is staggered again, the door will disappear again."

"Is there such a wicked way?" Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya and the others all opened their eyes wide.

There is no door to the present, only to the past.

This is too unbelievable.

"If the pendulum clock exists in the ancient house, I think it must be in this room. It's no wonder that the ghost masters in this ancient house can't find the supernatural pendulum clock, because the pendulum clock interferes with time and prevents it from existing in the ancient house. Now, so you know that the pendulum clock is in the old house, but you just can't find it."

"How can something that exists in the past be discovered by people now, just like you can't eat yesterday's food."

"It's just that the pendulum clock in the ancient house has been restarted countless times, and it is impossible to know which time period it existed in. This supernatural object has been interfered by its own supernatural power, and it is completely lost in the past. Maybe one day luck Well, that psychic item has emerged by itself, and of course it may never appear in this world."

Yang Jian boldly drew his own conclusion based on the memories of some people, combined with his own understanding and the clues in his hand.

"If that's the case, it's too scary, a psychic pendulum clock that can interfere with time." Feng Quan fell silent.

Tong Qian said: "Since you can't find that supernatural item, then don't look for it. We don't need to waste time on it. Now that the whole ancient house has been searched, there should be no fish that slipped through the net. I think we should Get out of here, and then inform Wang Chaling to let him handle the bodies of these people to avoid supernatural events."

"Is this the end? Stop fighting?" Xiong Wenwen asked in surprise.

Huang Ziya glanced at it: "All the way to fight, everyone is dead, what else to fight?"

"Not all of them died, but two people were missed. No, it should be three people. Liu Baimu's body was not found." Yang Jian looked at the door drawn on the wall.

He had a vague feeling in his heart.

There is a big secret hidden behind this door that does not exist now.

Even the core existence of this ancient house.

The three missing people most likely entered this door.

"Continue to contact Li Yang, and leave here after you find him. If you don't find him, we will leave after the next wave of ancient house bells ring to make sure that no one else has come back to life."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, suppressed his inner curiosity and impulse, and didn't try to open the non-existent door.

"it is good."

The others nodded, thinking it was the safest way.

Yang Jian didn't want to take too many risks, he was the captain, he had to consider the overall situation, and now things were almost done, so naturally he would accept it as soon as it was good.

Otherwise, if you are really in danger and lose your teammates, you will lose a lot.

"The next restart will be in 10 minutes." Yang Jian looked at the time.

This is the time of the old house.

The only thing that can accurately record the time here is the pocket watch that Wang Chaling gave Yang Jian.

The watches, mobile phones and other timing tools brought in from outside only show the normal time outside the old house.

Without knowing the time inside the old house, it is impossible to grasp the moment of each restart.

Chapter 857 The Second Bell Rings

"Did you find anything special?"

"No, everything on this table has been checked. Apart from these few things on the table, there is nothing else worthy of attention."

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong carefully explored the wooden table.

Except for other suspicious places, the two of them once again focused their attention on the notes on the table.

The indecipherable handwriting is like a symbol, no matter how hard you read it, you can't make out the content on it.

But out of caution, they didn't dare to take any of the items above at will, for fear of breaking a certain balance and making the situation here worse.

"If we don't find anything else, we shouldn't waste time here. We should find other ways and find a way to get out of this ghost place." Wan Tong said.

"Don't worry, we will definitely meet Yang Jian when we go out now. This place is very secret, and I believe we can avoid Yang Jian's attack, so we will stay here for a few days, and we will go out after the matter subsides."

Zhang Qing's idea is the opposite. He thinks this is a good shelter.

Although it looks dangerous and weird, it is relatively safe.

There is absolutely no way for Yang Jian to find this place.

"That's fine. By the way, how is Liu Baimu? He won't live long like this." Wan Tong looked at the pale head on the table.

Liu Baimu's eyes were closed tightly, his breath was cold, and there was no movement, as if he had died.