Mysterious recovery

The weird hands behind the black chair moved at this moment, slowly withdrawing them.

Little by little, it seemed to disappear into the darkness.

But the next moment.

Something creepy happened.

Wearing mourning clothes, Da Qiang thought he could avoid the perception of the ghosts, but a pair of dry palms appeared on his shoulders.

"Follow me?" Da Qiang's body was covered with deep cold, and his face changed instantly.

The strength of these skinny hands was astonishing, no, it should be said that the supernatural power was so strong that it made people despair. At this moment, he lost control of his body, and was forced to sit down by his shoulders.

"Yang Jian!"

Daqiang shouted hoarsely.

this moment.

Yang Jian also moved suddenly.

His ghostly eyes peeked at everything, and he also found the pair of hands that appeared behind Daqiang.

The six layers of ghost domains of ghost eyes appear superimposed in an instant.

Everything is suspended.

The hands stopped moving.

Immediately afterwards, the hatchet in Yang Jian's hand chopped down, even if there was no trigger medium, it could cut off the ghost's palm in an instant.

But at this time.

Those skinny hands with blackened nails were withdrawing quickly. The movement was fast, but under the influence of the sixth level of ghost domain, it was very slow. At least Yang Jian could react at this speed.

The hatchet fell.

Three skinny and long fingers were cut off, and then the hands disappeared.

Disappeared on Daqiang's shoulder.

But Daqiang's face was already ashen, without the breath of life.

he died.

He was put on his shoulder by a ghost, and he died with a light touch.

Some sort of mortal law of killing seemed to be triggered.

"Are you a step too late?" Yang Jian's eyes sank, and he looked back abruptly.

On the black grand teacher's chair, a pair of skinny hands are still resting on it, but these hands are missing three fingers, so they are incomplete.

The ghost, attacked with a hatchet, was partially dismembered.

Horror level lowered.

Yang Jian quickly picked up those fingers and threw them into the red coffin, so as not to add unnecessary accidents.

The dismemberment is not enough, the ghost still has the ability to move, and if you want to completely break the ghost into a non-threatening situation, you have to cut off at least five fingers, which is far from it.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but rushed over with big strides, intending to kill this threat first, so as not to give this ghost the possibility of continuing to kill.

Act fast.

Almost the next moment, he had already rushed to the black grand master's chair, and the hatchet in his hand slashed down again.

At this moment, the ghost didn't dodge, and the two crippled fingers were cut off.

One hand completely slipped off the black grand master's chair, leaving only one hand still resting on it.

Chapter 945 Unbalanced Speed

No matter how the hatchet is used, it has a strong curse.

After Yang Jian cut off the ghost's five fingers, wounds appeared on his hands. The wounds were deep, as if formed by rot, but they were very regular.

His fingers fell off one by one.

The rot goes deep into the flesh, is irreversible, and occurs quickly.

But this kind of wound didn't spread further, and soon stopped.

"Exchanging my injuries for Li Gui to be dismembered, it's obviously profitable." Yang Jian remained expressionless, indifferent to such wounds.

He picked up the two broken fingers, not wanting the ghost to find the puzzle again.

Throw your finger into the red coffin.

With the help of the red coffin's ability to suppress the supernatural power, the fingers of these ghosts were useless.

After doing all this, Yang Jian stopped.

The ghost didn't continue to attack other people here, so he didn't further dismember the ghost.

There are too many dangers here, it is impossible for Yang Jian to use all his strength to deal with a ghost.

"Daqiang is dead." Seeing this situation, the eagle looked at the Daqiang corpse and said in a slightly silent voice.

Another messenger died on the fourth floor.

How many messengers are left now?

Yang Xiaohua whose life and death are unknown, herself who is about to die under the curse, and Li Yang and Yang Jian.

That is to say, apart from Li Yang and Yang Jian, who deliberately broke into the ghost post office, the native messengers are almost extinct.

"His luck was a little bit bad. He was targeted by Li Gui, which triggered some kind of mortal law of Li Gui."

Yang Jian turned to take a look, and said indifferently: "Mourning clothes are not necessarily able to block the attacks of ghosts, but can only block most of them, just like the corpse of the old man in this coffin."

"At this moment when we recover and sit up, we can only suppress most of the ghosts. We need to fight against those missing places."

"So even if we have done the right thing in today's condolences, the danger will still exist, but it is much better than before. After all, Daqiang is the first person to die who should have died. Although the others died , but it’s all because the balance has been broken.”

The eagle said: "If this continues, you and Li Yang are the only ones who can go up to the fifth floor. If you have the strength to go up to the fifth floor, even the red letter delivery task will still be difficult for you."

"No, there is one more person." Yang Jian said.

"Is it me? I was cursed by the music box, and I won't live long." Eagle said.

He is not so afraid and taboo now, he speaks when he needs to speak, and asks when he needs to ask.

Yang Jian looked in one direction: "Liu Qingqing is not dead, she is still alive."

"But the first seven haven't arrived yet, even if she is still alive somewhere, it's only temporary." Eagle sighed, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

Because this mission of sending letters is really too difficult, too difficult.

Although in theory ordinary people have the possibility to complete the task and successfully send the letter, but the combination of various conditions is too harsh. If you make a wrong step, you will have to pay a heavy price if you want to correct it, or even directly destroy the group.

Yang Jian didn't return him, but walked to Daqiang's corpse, picked up his corpse, and then threw it outside the courtyard, and disappeared into the old house.

But before that, Yang Jian kept the mourning dress on him and threw it to Zhou Deng.

"Don't say I don't take care of you, I still need your supernatural power for the next action, but if you act recklessly, I will cut off your head without hesitation and kill you directly."

He also mercilessly continued to beat Zhou Deng.

Because Yang Jian was worried that this guy would start messing around again after he got the mourning clothes.

Now there are not many people left who died, it is really unbearable, and the first seven is getting closer, the ancient house is getting more and more dangerous, even Yang Jian doesn't have the confidence to fully cope with the situation in the next few days.

"Captain Yang, are you still worried about me?" Zhou Deng said with a smile after taking over the mourning clothes.

"It's okay, anyway, you won't have a second chance to make trouble." Yang Jian said.

If he dared to mess around in the last few days, he would really know how to do it, and the kind without hesitation.

"Keep going, I don't believe I won't survive today."

Yang Jian said to the rest of humanity.

After the ghost just got out of control, the old mansion returned to calm again, apparently because he dealt with all the ghosts capable of moving, and the ghost with one hand resting on the black master chair also lost the ability to move.

It was missing five fingers, the puzzle was broken, and the horror level was clearly lowered.

Now he can't even push the black grand master's chair, he can only stand there without moving like other ghosts.

As long as there are no ghosts, the situation is safe.

Even if Li Gui and Yang Jian are only a few meters apart.

While waiting, keep an eye on the time.

Six o'clock in the morning, seven o'clock, eight o'clock...

Hour after hour, the passage of time cannot be felt in the ancient house, because it is still a dark and depressing environment whether it is night or day, so the time can only be confirmed through watches, mobile phones and other timing tools.

At ten in the morning.

A small but disturbing thing happened.

The corpse of the old man sitting in the red coffin actually tilted at this time, and he was no longer sitting so straight, but his body was slightly leaning back, as if he was about to lie down again.

However, the old man's body didn't lie down, but kept leaning back in a strange posture.

And after this abnormality appeared, the balance in the ancient house was also broken.

Almost all the ghosts took two steps forward in unison.

Darkness came and approached again.

"What's going on?" Zhou Deng was startled, and quickly backed away.

Yang Jian's ghostly eyes peeked at everything, and he said coldly: "The old man in the coffin can't suppress these ghosts anymore, the ghosts continue to invade."

"Impossible, isn't the old man in the coffin more powerful the closer he is to the first seven? Because the old man's body is in a state of resuscitation." Zhou Deng said.

Yang Jiandao: "The old man is recovering, and the ghosts here are also recovering after losing their restraints. Do you think it's the old man recovering faster, or these ghosts recovering faster."

"Everything is calculated. On the fourth day, the old man and the ghost will be revived, and the other ghosts will appear on the fourth day. So at the beginning, the old man is strong and the other ghosts are weak, but as time goes by, the balance will tilt, and finally it will be broken. That limit should be twelve o'clock tonight."

"So, the ghost feast on the fifth day begins."

"The group of ghosts revives, the ancient house becomes a jeopardy, and everyone will die tragically, just like a gluttonous feast belonging to the ghosts."

After hearing this, the rest of the people's hearts gradually sank to the bottom of the valley, icy cold.

"What I'm most worried about now is not these ghosts, but that this old man won't last until twelve o'clock, and the out-of-control situation will appear earlier, even if it is half an hour earlier, no, 10 minutes earlier, we will all be wiped out here by the group." Yang Said with a serious face.

"If everything has been calculated, then there should be no problem. The old man has not yet returned to the coffin, which means that the confrontation is still going on." Zhou Deng said.

Yang Jian's ghostly eyes turned: "If it's just ghosts inside and outside the ancient house, the existence of the old man should be enough to maintain the balance, but don't forget, when we got off the car before, there were alien spirits invading here, so the alien spirit power is likely to be here. That was the last straw."

What he cared about was the medium that was triggered before.

The old woman with the bamboo basket.

It is suspected to be the ghost coming off the bus, which is the same source as the ghost in the 301 incident in Okawa City.

And the old woman has already entered the old house, Yang Jian can be sure of this.

This is a potential danger.

As for when this danger will erupt, it is unknown.

"Is it a supernatural being from outside?"

Li Yang's expression turned cold when he heard this, and he also thought of the old woman carrying the bamboo basket.

When he passed the courtyard with a lantern before, he caught a glimpse of that weird old woman.

Although it just passed by in a flash, he will never forget it.

But now, Li Yang didn't find the figure of the old woman again, as if the old woman disappeared after entering the old house, but he believed that this terrifying ghost was still lingering in the old house.

The cry of the baby that suddenly sounded but then disappeared before may have something to do with that old woman.

As time goes on.

Every hour, the corpse of the old man in the red coffin leaned back a little bit. Although it was not that big at first, after twelve o'clock at noon, the old man who sat up was almost completely lying down in the coffin.

The price of the balance failure is that the ghosts invaded the ancient house even deeper.

The safe distance of five meters is gone.