Mysterious recovery

This young junior is much better than the rest of the club.

If he had believed him earlier, perhaps the situation would not have become so bad, and perhaps there would be more ghost masters who survived.

"Let's go."

Yang Jian waved his hand, and the two had already appeared at the door of the mourning hall.

Although this sudden change of position made Zhang Han feel weird, he was not surprised.

Because he had seen Yang Jian use this ability before.

"You don't need to ask about other things, just listen to me tell you about the situation in the village now. According to my previous judgment, there should be two ghosts in this village, and one is wandering around the village, wantonly killing others who are alone. Ghost master, the other ghost is in this coffin."

Yang Jian glanced at Zhang Han, then pointed to the coffin and said.

"Now you have to act together with me, open this coffin, and release the ghost inside."

"If there is an accident, there is nothing else to say, and you have to work hard. At that time, the suitcase in your hand and the body bag in my hand will become containers for these two ghosts."

"I see."

Zhang Han felt like crying.

I finally thought that there was a turning point and I was able to survive, but I didn't expect to do this terrible thing again at this time.

I really hope that God will bless me to leave Huanggang Village alive.

"Let's start opening the coffin."

Yang Jian found the crowbar that had been left in the mourning hall before, and threw it to Zhang Han.

However, just when the two of them were about to do it.

"Cough, cough, cough."

A weak cough, as if dying of a terminal illness, suddenly sounded again.

But this time the voice was no longer coming from the side.

It was...in the vermilion lacquer coffin in front of me.

As the cough subsides.

next moment.

The coffin, which Yang Jian could not even pry open before, was slowly opened with a sound.

A pale, bloodless hand protruded from the coffin.

"Yang Jian~!"

Zhang Han shouted, his face covered with cold sweat.

Chapter 1: The Identity of the Sick Ghost

Originally, he planned to pry open the coffin and start imprisoning the ghost inside.

But neither Yang Jian nor Zhang Han expected that the coffin, which had been parked in the mourning hall since entering the village, would open by itself at this moment.

Accompanied by a feeble cough.

The coffin lid was slowly pushed by something, and a gap appeared in front of him.

And through that gap, a pale, bloodless hand stretched out.

All indications of this.

The ghost inside the coffin... is about to come out.

"What's going on?" Yang Jian's face became tense involuntarily at this moment.

This situation is actually out of his consideration. According to his calculations, it is unlikely that the ghost in the coffin will come out.

Because when he was about to open the coffin before, the ghost was inside and grabbed the coffin lid tightly, preventing him from opening it.

This situation shows that this ghost should not want to come out.

But now, what caused this ghost to go out of his way and open the coffin to come out?

"Yang Jian, what should we do now?" Zhang Han's face turned pale with fright.

Yang Jian waved his hand and said: "Calm down, don't mess around, we are going to fight ghosts, early contact and late contact are the same, prepare my body bag and see if I can imprison it."

"Okay, okay."

Zhang Han swallowed nervously, and hurriedly picked up the body bag on the ground.

"As soon as it comes out, you will cooperate with me." A ghost eye appeared on Yang Jian's forehead.

This eye fixedly stared at the gradually opening coffin.

A ghost eye also popped out from the back of his head, watching out for the headless ghost behind him, and at the same time making sure that no second ghost would appear behind him.

Accompanied by the coffin being slowly pushed away.

The shadow behind Yang Jian quickly stretched to the side of the coffin like a pool of flowing water, and then the shadow's long arms stretched out slowly from the ground.

The hand of the headless ghost gradually approached the mouth of the coffin.

As soon as the ghost in the coffin comes out, he will take off the ghost's arms, head, and dismember it instantly.

"Cough, cough, cough."

A weak cough sounded again from inside the pitch-black coffin, and a second pale arm stretched out from inside, resting on the removed coffin lid.

With two arms propped up, a "person" seems to be about to sit up from the coffin.

"Oh shit."

Zhang Han cursed secretly in his heart, at this time he could only bite the bullet.

The ghost tattoo on his back is waking up.

His body began to move, as if something was about to crawl out from the flesh behind him...

The two of them were waiting for the battle, their spirits were tense, and they were ready to do it.

Pray in your heart.

I hope this fierce ghost is not too scary, and it is still within the range that can be dealt with, otherwise, all of them will really die here.

The "person" inside the coffin sat up while holding the coffin lid.

Half of his body was exposed outside.

It was a man with a pale face, as if he had been dead for several days. He opened his eyes and looked at the front at this moment. At this moment, there was a kind of torture, pain, and numbness in those eyes.

Yang Jian wanted to make a move in an instant, but when he saw the man's clothes, his eyes narrowed suddenly.

The "person" who sat up from the coffin was actually wearing the uniform of Interpol.

"Cough, cough cough." This "person" coughed a few more times, weak and weak, as if he was terminally ill.

"Yang Jian, why don't you do it?" Zhang Han broke into a cold sweat anxiously.

He found that Yang Jian hesitated at this time.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand: "Don't act in a hurry."

This man in the criminal police uniform, if he guessed correctly, should be the first criminal policeman in Dachang City, and he is also the person in charge of establishing the file of supernatural events in Huanggang Village... Feng Quan.

"Feng Quan?" He tried to shout.

See if the "person" responds.

Detective Feng Quan disappeared in this Huanggang village, but if a ghost master had been missing for a few months, he would have died, and his body would probably have rotted away.

However, the person suspected to be the criminal policeman Feng Quan sat up from the strange coffin.

In this case, Yang Jian had to suspect...Feng Quan was not dead.

However, this Feng Quan is now a human being or a ghost.

Yang Jian had to confirm it himself.

"You shouldn't have come to save me, cough, cough cough." This "person" turned his head, his pair of tormented and numb eyes looked at Yang Jian with dim eyes, and coughed weakly at the same time.

It speaks?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

He is really the detective Feng Quan, not a ghost?

"This, what's going on, the ghost has spoken." Zhang Han was in a state of nervous tension at the moment, and was a little confused when he encountered this situation.

Keep going.

Yang Jian's vigilance remained undiminished, his ghost was still hovering around the coffin, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

"Are you really Feng Quan? I'm Yang Jian, and I'm also affiliated with Interpol."

Feng Quan's numb eyes moved slightly: "I know you. I knew you when I entered the village. You shouldn't come here, and you shouldn't come to save me. My situation is not worth the price the country has to pay. Come save me, your rescue will only make things messy."

What?save you?

Yang Jian's face changed slightly.

Could it be that this is the real purpose of the company to wait for someone to solve the supernatural incident in Huanggang Village.

It's not for imprisoning Li Gui.

But to rescue the criminal policeman trapped in the village, Feng Quan?

If this is the case, then the cough that appeared in the village before was this Feng Quan?

Is he a sick ghost?

"Do you think we are willing to come? We were also kept in the dark. Tell me, is it you who coughed in the village before?" Yang Jian suddenly became a little ashamed.

If it's to save people, what kind of company should have said it earlier.

No information is given.

Is this for me to save people or for ghost masters like myself to die?

Feng Quandao: "That's right, that...it is indeed me. I can't leave this coffin for special reasons, but I have already reminded you through other people to let you go, but the situation changed later, because at night . . . you will never get out again."

"I made the coughing sound on purpose. I want to gather all of you ghost masters who are scattered in the village together to resist the ghost in the village, because this is your only chance to turn around."

"But you have never understood what I mean. On the contrary, because ghost masters continue to be killed alone, the power of that ghost has become stronger and stronger."

"So that in the end you broke the balance, and the ghost in the village started to take over here completely, and I can't do anything after that."

Feng Quan glanced at Yang Jian and then at Zhang Han: "I have to say that you are very lucky, you survived after that ghost took over here, that's... a night of death, there is no way out, even if it is The same goes for the Ghost Rider."

"Since you know this, why didn't you remind me earlier, what is your fucking coughing? Don't you have a mouth? You just walked out of the coffin to speak."

Yang Jian gritted his teeth.

"Even if it's an important message to remind me, I won't get into such a passive situation. I'm almost wiped out by the group. What's the old woman's cough?"

"You deliberately misled us, didn't you?"

Chapter 1 The Truth About the Village

The person sitting up from the coffin in front of him is not a ghost.

It was Dachang City's first criminal policeman, Feng Quan.

He disappeared before because of the supernatural incident in Huanggang Village. From the time, he should have been missing for three months.

After being missing for so long, Feng Quan is still alive.

This was an incredible thing.

Living alone in this terrifying ghost village for so long, anyone should have died long ago.

Although he didn't know how Feng Quan survived, Yang Jian didn't care about it at the moment.

And faced with Yang Jian's questioning.

Feng Quan just said calmly: "Actually, I have reported the situation here to the headquarters. If you take action, you should be able to get the file. As long as you have read the file, you should know my situation... To be honest, in my current state, I can't tell you the situation personally, I can only barely control the villagers and give you a little hint, but this kind of control is very fragile, after all, my situation is very bad now."