Mysterious recovery

But the ghost couldn't leave the medium of the red wooden stool.

So under this kind of spiritual conflict, how does the ghost kill the doll?

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched the dirty old doll in his hands, and waited for further developments.

No one can predict what will happen during the spiritual conflict, and he can only make a bold guess based on his past experience and his personal way of doing things.

"A ghost appeared..." Feng Quan also stared at the strange ghost on the red wooden bench.

"No, it's not considered an appearance, it's just that the supernatural power has begun to affect the reality. The ghost has not really been exposed from the medium, and the supernatural conflict is still going on." Tong Qian was also observing carefully. He saw the figure of this ghost Not stable.

The ghost wanted to attack the surrogate doll in Yang Jian's hands, but he refused to leave the red wooden bench.

The medium is binding the ghost.

At the same time, the ghost's law of killing is forcing the ghost to act.

In this situation, the ghost is fighting against itself, and Yang Jian is like an experienced hunter, playing with this terrifying ghost.

Only ghosts can deal with ghosts!

This sentence seems to have been thoroughly understood by Yang Jian. He never thought of using the power of a living person to fight against a ghost, but has been trying to create this kind of spiritual conflict, and even create a logical endless loop.

"Look over there, the other red wooden benches are starting to break." Suddenly, Li Yang pointed to the hall of the building, the rows of strange red wooden benches.

Those red wooden stools seem to have lost some kind of support at this moment, cracks began to appear, and then broke directly, and then the wood on the ground continued to crack and turned into a pile of sawdust, and then the pile of sawdust It all seemed to have turned into a cold breath and drifted away with the wind.

"The red wooden stool is the medium of the ghost. Now that the ghost wants to break free from the red wooden stool, there is no need for the medium to exist without the support of spiritual power." Feng Quan said immediately.

Then his gaze quickly shifted to the red wooden bench in front of him.

The figure of the ghost became clearer and clearer.

They could even see the old clothes on the ghost that didn't look like a modern style, as well as the cold and blurred face.

It's just that this ghost has no legs.

No.

Ghost has two legs. Those legs are curled up and stuck to the red wooden bench, as if they have grown together.

Ghosts cannot move, and the red wooden bench is an item for carrying ghosts.

The ghost appears through the wooden bench and kills the person on the wooden bench.

But at this moment, the ghost was trying to get up and leave, its stiff body was twisting, struggling, and then bit by bit it got rid of the shackles of the wooden stool.

elsewhere in the building.

The weird wooden stool that appeared before began to break and shatter in a more rapid manner, and then turned into powder and disappeared.

The number of media is declining at an unimaginable speed.

Once the ghost has completely left the red wooden bench, all mediums will disappear.

Ghosts will also completely invade reality.

Zhang Zhidong, who was the bait, was so frightened that he was about to pass out. Others couldn't see clearly, but he could see very clearly.

An extremely terrifying ghost writhed its body as stiff as a corpse beside him.

Blurred face, empty eyes, looking at himself from time to time, as if he was going to kill himself at any time, but I don't know why every time this ghost is attracted by something, he turns to stare in another direction, and the two There seems to be an invisible contest between them.

Zhang Zhidong was not stupid, he instinctively felt that once this terrifying ghost attacked him, he would surely die.

Because I can't move my body, I have lost control, even if I want to escape, I can't do anything.

As the spiritual confrontation continues, various changes are still taking place.

Except for the red wooden stool that Zhidong was sitting on, almost all other red wooden stools used as mediums have disappeared, and the ghost phenomenon in Ning'an Building has been well eliminated.

Even Yang Jian himself could feel that Ghost Eye's ghost domain could be extended without any hindrance.

This is both good news and bad news.

Without the shackles of the medium, ghosts are at risk of losing control, and may become even more dangerous.

"The situation doesn't seem to be as smooth as expected." Yang Jian frowned slightly.

He found that the ghost figure on the wooden bench was struggling less and less violently than before, and the ghost's figure gradually became blurred again, as if it was about to disappear from his eyes again.

"Could it be a failure? The restraint of the media seems to be stronger, and it seems that there is no way for the dead baby to lure this ghost out." Feng Quan said with a bit of surprise.

The surrogate doll in Yang Jian's hand was still struggling and moving.

This shows that the effect of replacing the dead doll is still there.

Although it is a one-time supernatural item, there has been no problem with this thing so far. Could it be that this time the dead doll can't divert the attack of the ghost on the wooden bench?

"Whether it works depends on whether Zhang Zhidong who is also sitting on the wooden bench is still alive. If he is dead, it means that the dead doll has lost its effect. In the confrontation between ghosts and ghosts, ghosts are stronger."

It's just very strange that Zhang Zhidong didn't die either.

Although he was terrified and afraid, he had been living well.

The ghost's figure was blurred, only a strange outline remained, the movement of struggling stopped, the wooden bench didn't shake anymore, and Zhang Zhidong was not attacked by the ghost either.

The expected situation has deviated.

"Hey, there's nothing going on, Xiao Yang, did you spoil it?" Xiong Wenwen couldn't help but said.

Feng Quan lit a cigarette and started smoking: "The ghost didn't kill people, and it didn't leave the red wooden stool to kill the surrogate doll, and the ghost didn't disappear... It seems that the nature of the supernatural has been changed."

"Crash?" Li Yang looked at Yang Jian.

"It's not a crash. If the ghost crashes, the wooden bench as a medium should also disappear, but it hasn't disappeared. Maybe the ghost will have other changes after the dead doll dies, but it seems to be a good thing for now. The ghost seems to stop. out of activity, into a particular state.”

Yang Jian felt that this ghost seemed to be in conflict with himself, entering a strange balance.

What maintains the balance is the surrogate doll in his hand.

But the surrogate doll cannot exist forever, it will be consumed.

"Take this red wooden stool away, and then check to see if there are other red wooden stools in the building. If not, then this supernatural incident has been resolved. As long as ordinary people can't get in touch with the media, then everything will be fine. "Tong Qian said.

Yang Jian looked up at Ning'an Building at this moment.

Ghost domain coverage.

Everything in the building is clearly seen by ghost eyes.

"It can be confirmed that this is the last red wooden stool. The other red wooden stools seemed to have disappeared during the conflict just now. It seems that this situation is not bad."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, then looked at Zhang Zhidong: "Can you still move?"

At this moment, Zhang Zhidong's attention was all on the ghost beside him.

He stared at the ghost that was gradually calming down, his heart was beating wildly, and he didn't dare to make any movements.

Zhang Zhidong himself didn't realize that he wasn't corrupted by the supernatural power, he could move around, but his body was still sitting there tense, as if he still couldn't control himself.

He didn't respond to Yang Jian's question, as if he didn't hear it.

However, through observation, he could already see signs of twitching in Zhang Zhidong's hands and feet.

It was the trembling of excessive tension.

This shows that the suppression of him by the red wooden stool has failed.

Yang Jian walked over, grabbed his collar and picked him up again.

As soon as he left the red wooden stool, the ghost in front of him disappeared immediately, leaving only a vague and strange figure remaining on the stool.

At this moment, Zhang Zhidong woke up with a start.

"It seems that this matter has been dealt with for the time being. Take this red wooden stool away, together with the ghost on it, and lock it up, so that this red wooden stool will not appear in other places again."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he let go of Zhang Zhidong: "Your task is completed, and the matter is simpler than imagined."

Then he opened his ghost eyes, and the ghost realm spread.

Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Li Yang, Huang Ziya... and others are disappearing rapidly.

They were leaving, leaving Dadong City and returning to Dachang City.

The red wooden stool incident is considered to be over. Although the ghost is still there, Yang Jian has controlled the last medium, so he can be regarded as imprisoning the ghost.

Zhang Zhidong was dumbfounded as soon as he came back to his senses.

The group of people who were still in front of me had disappeared at this time.

The red wooden stool also disappeared.

"Almost forgot." At this time, Yang Jian's figure suddenly appeared again, and he strode towards Zhang Zhidong.

A cold, blackened palm was slowly lifted up.

"You, what do you want to do?" Zhang Zhidong retreated subconsciously, feeling uneasy.

"I'll perform an operation on you." Yang Jian had just finished speaking when his black palm suddenly plunged into Zhang Zhidong's head.

"what!"

He subconsciously yelled.

However, it didn't hurt. Even though one palm had completely disappeared into his forehead, he didn't feel any pain at all. He just felt a flash of icy coolness, which made people shiver uncontrollably.

Yang Jian withdrew his palm, and after he spread it out, a small scarlet lump was taken out.

Zhang Zhidong looked at the lump stupidly, and when he was about to say something, the person in front of him had disappeared.

Everything has returned to calm.

There are no weird red wooden benches around, and no special group of people...

"This isn't a dream." Zhang Zhidong was stunned for a long time, when the cold wind blew, his body felt cold before he realized it.

He had already left the hospital, and had been standing in front of Ning'an Building in his hospital gown for quite a while.

After he woke up completely, recalling what happened just now, he felt scared for a while, and left here in a hurry.

While running, he was still reminiscing about everything that happened just now.

The ghost on the wooden bench, and that group of people... Is this real?

There are really such weird and weird things in this world, and it happened to me.

Zhang Zhidong was out of breath, and he didn't know how long he ran before he came to the hospital hall where he was before.

Seeing the bright lights in the hospital and the scene of crowds shuttling, the uneasiness and fear in my heart gradually eased.

He went back to the ward.

But tonight he didn't sleep all night.

The next day, he thought about what happened last night, and immediately asked the doctor to re-examine his body.

As a result, something very bizarre happened.

He didn't have any disease. He was told that everything was normal when he was going to have a craniotomy before, and the tumor in his brain disappeared miraculously.

"That Yang Jian, who the hell is it?"

Afterwards, Zhang Zhidong became curious about the bizarre incident last night, eager to find an answer.

But Yang Jian didn't pay attention to Zhang Zhidong.

As an ordinary person or a stranger, Yang Jian rarely cared.

Although he didn't spend much time in Dadong City this time, only three or four hours in total, there were a lot of things that happened.

I thought it was just a simple act of revenge, but I didn't expect to attract a ghost master named Chen Qiaoyang, and the matter of the Wang family's ancient house seemed to involve many things.

Of course, this action is not completely fruitless.

Solved a group of potential threats, imprisoned a ghost and the red wooden stool, and also stole half of Chen Qiaoyang's memory, and learned the secret of the restart of the Wang family's ancient house.

"This is the end of the matter. If you have nothing else to do, you should go back to rest. In addition, pay attention to this period of time. The Wang family's ancient house suffered from the pendulum clock curse. There are not only a few ghost masters today. , There are still some ghost masters who have been cursed, but they have not been involved in this battle."

"Now we have killed a large number of people, and be careful to attract some backlash and revenge."

Yang Jian went back to Shangtong Building to run his company, and said to everyone.

"Also, starting tomorrow, Dachang City will strengthen its vigilance, so we can't be so lazy. The appearance of Chen Qiaoyang is a very bad signal, which shows that there are still earlier ghost masters surviving in this world."

"With the continuous occurrence of supernatural events, these people will not be able to hide sooner or later, and will gradually emerge soon."

"People who can live from ten years ago, or even decades ago, can imagine how dangerous they are."