Mysterious recovery

Instead, the ghost on the wooden bench was sitting next to Yang Jian.

That terrifying ghostly figure was almost sitting next to Yang Jian, his whole body was terribly cold, without a trace of warmth from a living person, and the old clothes gave off a retro feel, but if this kind of clothes were worn by a person The body is fine, but it looks particularly weird when it is worn on a ghost.

The most incredible thing was that the ghost's feet were curled up and didn't touch the ground, as if glued together with the red wooden stool, skinny and stiff.

Yang Jian watched the terrifying ghost closely.

The ghost sat motionless on the red wooden bench, like a corpse that had been placed here for a long time, motionless and lifeless.

But this stagnation didn't last long.

Perhaps it was the person sitting on the red wooden stool that attracted the ghost's attention, or perhaps triggered the ghost's killing pattern.

The ghost on the wooden bench moved at this time.

Ghost, slowly turned around and looked at Yang Jian.

What kind of face is that?

Blurred, as if covered by a shadow, the only thing that can be seen is a pair of eyes with only black outlines left. The combination of the blurred facial features and the black eye socket outline makes people stand upright at first sight, creepy.

Faced with this situation, the instinct of a human being wants to struggle to stand up and flee in fear.

But can't.

Even if the ghost has its eyes on you, you can't break free while sitting on the same wooden bench with you.

Yang Jian's lower body was still unconscious, and he couldn't even stand up, let alone escape.

"This ghost is going to attack me."

suddenly.

An instinctive warning, aware of a terrifying danger coming.

Even the current Yang Jian could feel the trembling feeling of being stared at by a ghost.

This feeling is right.

Sitting on the red wooden bench, the terrifying ghost with a blurred face and empty eyes stared at Yang Jian for a few seconds before moving again.

The ghost's withered palm that was pressed on the wooden bench slowly lifted up.

"Do it."

But at this moment, Yang Jian's movements were faster, and the cracked golden spear he held tightly in his hand stabbed out suddenly, and a coffin nail was embedded in the tail of the spear.

He wants to use this coffin to nail the ghost in front of him to death.

It only takes one click to completely solve the supernatural event in front of you.

"boom!"

But the next moment.

There was a loud bang.

Yang Jian's coffin nails directly passed through the body of the ghost on the wooden bench, and were directly nailed to the wall of the aisle next to him.

The tiles on the wall were smashed, leaving a hole.

But the ghost is still sitting there.

The coffin nails couldn't hit the ghost in front of them, but were directly pierced through like air, so this sudden suppression ended in failure.

Followed by.

Yang Jian felt as if the back of his hand had been touched by the ghost on the wooden bench, and he could only feel the cold breath eroding into his skin.

Before he could react to something, the red wooden stool under his butt suddenly snapped and broke.

The weird red wooden stool seemed to be broken, and it immediately fell apart, becoming a pile of old wood on the ground.

"Pfft!"

This sudden change caused Yang Jian to fall directly to the ground.

At the same time, the suppression on the red wooden bench failed.

Yang Jian's lower body regained consciousness and moved again.

"What's going on, did it succeed?" Feng Quanshou stood at the entrance of the passage, and when he saw this scene, he asked immediately.

Yang Jian's face was gloomy, he stood up, looked at the broken wooden stool on the ground with some doubts, and said: "I don't know, the ghost appeared after I sat on the wooden stool, and then the ghost attacked me , I tried to suppress it, but failed, it’s just that I don’t understand why the red wooden stool suddenly broke.”

"It seems that after the ghost attacked me, the wooden bench also broke."

"Yang Jian, your nose..." Feng Quan said suddenly.

nose?

Yang Jian touched his nose, thick blood flowed down from his nose, the blood was no longer fresh, it felt a little coagulated, like the blood flowing from a corpse.

His expression moved slightly.

He rolled up his sleeves.

Yang Jian saw the corpse spots on his arm, and the weird bruise, and touched his chest at the same time, his heart was cold, and his heartbeat had already stopped.

"It looks like I'm dead, I don't have any signs of life, I should have been killed by the ghost just now."

Feng Quan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Can that ghost erase the life of a living person? It's because we ghost masters are quite special, that's why we didn't get killed."

"Maybe, the contact just now was too short, and the information I got was very limited." Yang Jian said, checking his body at the same time.

From sitting down to when the red stool shattered and fell to the ground, the whole process didn't even last a minute.

But it was this 1 minute that made Yang Jian's body feel as if he had been dead for ten days.

All signs of the living disappeared.

If it wasn't for the fact that Yang Jian was a different kind now, he would have been killed by the ghost on the wooden bench.

"But the ghost seems to have paid some price in order to kill me. This broken wooden stool should be the result of supernatural and supernatural impulses. After all, if you want to kill me, you have to fight against the ghost in my body, but no matter what , the ghost on the wooden bench seems to be a bit more vicious."

Yang Jian's life was not strong enough to withstand this ghost's attack.

But although his body died, his consciousness has not been erased, so the impact is not very great.

"follow me."

Yang Jian didn't say much, he quickly left the aisle and came to the office area outside.

now.

Dozens of employees on this floor are sitting at their desks, not daring to move or walk around. The scene is well controlled.

Yang Jian looked around.

Finally, his eyes stopped at the door.

Behind the glass door at the door.

A weird red long wooden bench was still placed there motionless.

In the dim environment, the red paint on it is particularly eye-catching, as if emitting a slight red light.

"Sure enough, the ghost is still there. The red wooden bench is just a medium, and the real ghost is the source. If the source is not limited, this medium created by supernatural power will always exist and cannot be eliminated."

"It is not yet known how widespread the red wooden benches are. If it is only in this building, it will be easier to handle, but if it has spread outside, then the situation will be complicated."

"So I still have to find a way so that I can touch the real ghost."

Yang Jian was thinking.

This is a very special supernatural event.

Ghosts appear through red wooden stools, which means that people and ghosts need red wooden stools as a medium to connect them together.

There's no way other things that don't come into contact with a medium can come into contact with ghosts.

Such a situation reminded Yang Jian of the ghost dream incident he encountered in his hometown.

The ghost in the dream invades reality through the medium of rain.

Therefore, the ghost in the dream can kill the drenched person. It just so happens that the person who has the nightmare will break out in a cold sweat, so this is also in line with the law of the medium.

So the phenomenon of people dying in nightmares appeared.

"Whether it's a coffin nail or a hatchet, there is no way to use the red wooden stool as a medium to contact the ghost at the source." Yang Jian understood why his supernatural items were useless.

"The only way to get in touch with the ghost on the wooden bench is a human...or other ghosts."

"It seems that this supernatural incident is not so easy to solve."

After thinking about it again, Yang Jian began to feel the difficulty of this matter.

Because the ghost master cannot withstand the attack of ghosts after triggering the medium. If you cannot withstand the attack, then sitting on the red stool is courting death.

Yang Jian has already tried it himself. This ghost has a very high level of terror.

"Is this troublesome?"

Feng Quan glanced at the red wooden stool not far away, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to put it away first? Although this thing is dangerous, it doesn't seem to be high. As long as you don't sit on it, you should be fine. .”

"That ghost hides very deeply and is very dangerous. It is really troublesome. Let's create a file first, code name: red stool." Yang Jian's eyes moved, and there was a special plan in his mind that might work.

"Okay." Feng Quan nodded.

But at this moment, the company executive on this floor walked over cautiously and said, "Both brothers, it's time for our company to get off work. If there is nothing else, can we get off work and leave first?"

Check the time.

It is indeed a bit late now.

Yang Jian glanced at him.

The supervisor was taken aback, and hurriedly changed his words: "Of course, I am also very willing to cooperate with the two of you. If we need to work overtime, we are also very willing."

"Leave tomorrow morning, you'd better stay here tonight." Yang Jian said coldly: "I'll just say this once, don't blame me for not reminding you when you die."

It's not that these people are not allowed to go, but there are many things going to happen tonight.

And ghosts have invaded the building.

A group of ordinary people who want to leave work normally?

Yang Jian agreed, and the ghosts here would not agree either.

"Also, you'd better stay away from that red wooden bench. As for the corpse, someone will take care of it tomorrow." Yang Jian turned and left after speaking.

The supervisor was a little stunned when he saw this scene.

Does this look like a case?

Why didn't you do anything, and behaved strangely, and spoke strangely.

Doubt, puzzled.

But he didn't dare to ask too much, after all, both of them had guns and certificates.

Chapter 864 The Evacuated People

After Yang Jian investigated the existence of the red wooden stool, he also had a general understanding of this supernatural event.

But the more so, the more uneasy he felt.

So after leaving that office building, he and Feng Quan returned to Wang Chaling's office building on the top floor.

"Captain, what's the situation? What's the matter with the red wooden stool? Can it be dealt with?" As soon as Yang Jian appeared, Huang Ziya couldn't hold back and hurriedly stood up and asked.

Xiong Wenwen yawned: "Xiao Yang, can you do it, Father Xiong, I am so bored that I am about to fall asleep, can I go back to sleep tonight? My mother just called me again and asked me to go to bed tonight." Go home before midnight and say I have something to tell you."

"It's not easy to handle, right? If it's easy to handle, it will be resolved now."

Tong Qian looked at Yang Jian and roughly guessed that she had suffered a little setback during the investigation.

A person of Yang Jian's level, armed with coffin nails and a hatchet, can deal with ordinary supernatural events in just a few minutes.

Now that weird red wooden stool still appears in the building, which is enough to show that this supernatural event has not been resolved.

"This supernatural event is a bit different from previous supernatural events. The ghost is sitting on this red wooden bench, but you can't see it."

Yang Jian glanced at a red wooden bench in the middle of the aisle not far away.

"The red wooden stool is a medium, and the person sitting on it can see the ghost sitting on it, but once a person meets a ghost, he will be attacked by the ghost. I actively triggered this law of killing and drew the ghost out , I thought it could be easily solved, who knows that I can't touch ghosts with this supernatural weapon because of the lack of a medium."