Mysterious recovery

"I know, do you think I'm afraid? Team Yang, you underestimate me, Zhou." Zhou Deng said.

He never took off his skin mask.

At this moment, he is a ghost and a living person.

But even a ghost, as long as it conforms to the law of killing, you will still be targeted. It can only be said that after you have the identity of a ghost, you can interfere with the perception of a ghost to a certain extent, and it is not so easy to be targeted.

"Be careful not to die." Yang Jian looked at him and said.

Although the troubles before this week's boarding belonged to the troubles, the cooperation in the ancient house was relatively smooth.

"Try your best. If I die, remember to report it to the headquarters, and say that I died dealing with a supernatural event. This way I can get a lot of compensation." Zhou Deng said, holding a bowl of white rice and gestured.

Yang Jian didn't speak and let him go out.

Although he can pull Zhou Deng back at any time, the situation of the Eagles is in front of him. At a certain point, it is not something you can pull back if you want.

Zhou Deng appeared.

really.

There are far fewer ghosts staring at him, many, and he is now a ghost, not a living person. This alone can avoid many killing patterns.

But things are not absolute.

The ghosts that poured into the hall were still wandering, and among them a few strange figures suddenly changed their direction halfway and walked slowly towards Zhou Deng.

"Scattering the white rice directly won't work, how about putting it on the ground?" Zhou Deng thought for a while.

It's not like this idea came about by accident.

Because before that grave, white rice was placed in front of the tombstone, and then the old grave was safe and free, without abnormalities.

So he sat down with white rice in front of him.

Zhou Deng didn't move at all, he didn't use any means or supernatural power, he just relied on the protection of a human skin mask, and now he also knew that this human skin mask could no longer completely protect himself.

A ghost is coming.

It was a dark road, continuous and endless.

In the front of the darkness, a black grand master's chair was slowly pushed forward, and came to Zhou Deng.

It's that ghost...

Yang Jian's face moved slightly, he recognized the ghost.

Yesterday, he cut off five fingers of this ghost with his own hands, and let him put one hand off the grand master's chair.

This Taishi chair seems to be a tool to restrain this ghost.

With one hand resting on the black grand master's chair, it seemed that there was no way to push it easily. This caused Li Gui's movement to be slow, and even the forward route was twisted and deviated. If he stayed where he was, the ghost wouldn't even be able to find Zhou Deng's exact location.

It seems to be very close, but in fact the ghost's route is winding.

If it is placed outside in this little time, even an ordinary person can run away without a trace.

It is obviously not efficient to want to kill people.

In this way, the level of terror has dropped.

Pushing the black grand master's chair forward, it knocked over the bowl of white rice that Zhou Deng placed in front of him.

"..." Zhou Deng stared blankly at the black grand master's chair.

Obviously.

This usage is wrong.

If it works, the ghost should stop moving.

The white rice fell on the ground and disappeared quickly, as if it was eaten by a ghost out of thin air.

But the ghost did not leave.

"Damn it." Zhou Deng hurriedly picked up the half bowl of white rice left on the ground, and then wanted to leave as if fleeing.

He moved.

A hand with weird black nails was already resting on his shoulder.

When the huge force came, he felt that the human skin mask on his face was about to fall off.

This is spiritual suppression.

Zhou Deng was almost out of breath under the pressure of a blackened palm. He was about to suffocate, his body was leaning, and he was about to die...

"return."

At this moment, Yang Jian made a move.

The hatchet in his hand raised and fell.Without hesitation, he cut off the terrifying ghost's palm. This time, he didn't chop off the ghost's five fingers, but the whole palm.

The ghost domain was covered, and Zhou Deng was directly pulled back to the ghost domain.

"call!"

It was only at this moment that Zhou Deng's heartbeat recovered, his face was ashen, and he was extremely ugly, panting heavily.

This ghost has only one hand left, and it can easily kill a ghost master like Zhou Deng.

No wonder Daqiang died wearing mourning clothes before.

For a ghost of this level, Daqiang's death is indeed not wronged.

9 Chapter Fifty

"I'm all right."

At this moment, Zhou Deng was dragged back into the ghost domain by Yang Jian. He was panting and sweating profusely. The spiritual power eroding his body was dissipating, and his gray face was gradually improving.

But even so, he almost never came back.

"Did it fail? This bowl of rice was neither thrown out nor placed on the ground to be offered to ghosts." Li Yang lacked both legs and an arm. He was sitting in the ghost domain, seriously analyzing information.

It is inconvenient to move, but you have to use your brain.

"Captain, but Zhou Deng's adventure is not completely useless. The rice that was sprinkled just now disappeared. This may be a key clue."

"I saw it, so I judged that the rice can't be too far away from people, otherwise the rice will not only be useless, but it will be wasted." Yang Jian saw that the rice thrown by the eagle before was still on the ground.

Liu Qingqing said: "Do you still remember the ashes scattered at the door on the fourth floor of the post office? Maybe the rice is something that can keep away ghosts. If you draw a circle with this thing under your feet, it might be able to block the attacks of ghosts."

"It's unlikely. So far, there is no similarity between supernatural items, just like there are no two identical ghosts in supernatural events." Yang Jian said: "There must be other ways to use them."

"I need to go by trial and error."

He gestured; "Stay away from me."

Then Yang Jian quickly came to a corner of the lobby, away from the red coffin and everyone.

He owns the ghost domain himself and can withdraw at any time.

Immediately.

Holding a bowl of white rice, Yang Jian slowly appeared in the old house.

He left the fifth-level ghost domain, but his ghost domain is still maintained, with ghost eyes peeping at other people, exuding scarlet light.

this moment.

He didn't even intend to use the supernatural weapon, but stood the cracked spear beside him.

Because it is not necessary.

There are so many ghosts here, if he can't find the right way to survive, even if you give him ten coffin nails, ten hatchets are useless, because he can't afford the price of using supernatural items, and he will be consumed alive. die here.

The moment Yang Jian appeared.

The vague ghost figure on the wall moved, and the ghost swayed along the wall, running towards him.

Yang Jian's ghost covered himself, and he seemed to be shrouded in a layer of shadow, which directly isolated the influence of this ghost.

As long as he does not become a shadow on the ground, he will not be attacked by this ghost, so he can ignore the ghost figure on the wall for the time being.

"Despite the trial and error of Eagle and Zhou Deng in front, there are still a lot of ghosts targeting me for the third time." Yang Jian immediately saw that several terrifying figures pouring into the ancient house were approaching him.

But he noticed.

The black grand master's chair was silent.

A mass of darkness was blocked by the grand master's chair, and there was no way to move forward.

He used the hatchet to chop the ghost three times in a row before cutting off the ghost's two hands, which reduced the horror of the ghost and stopped the ghost from moving.

And as a price.

A hideous gash appeared on Yang Jian's blackened ghost's hand, and the gash penetrated deep into the flesh and blood.

However, this hand is gradually healing. Although the wound is deep, it will be fine for the time being, because the ghost hand has a strong ability to withstand the curse of the hatchet. If it were a normal person's hand, it would have fallen off long ago.

A ghost approached Yang Jian first.

This ghost seems to be two people walking side by side, the body grows together, as if there are two heads on one person's neck, I don't know which one belongs to the ghost and which head belongs to an ordinary person, this ghost is suspected to be able to invade the living In the body, as if attached to your body.

The ghost quickly approached and stretched out its arms, as if it wanted to abandon the rotting body and replace it with a new host.

Yang Jian is the new target.

So the moment he raised his hand, Yang Jian knew that the right half of his body was a ghost.

Yang Jian made a movement during the ten or so seconds that the ghost approached.

He grabbed a handful of rice and squeezed it in his hand.

This is not a random guess, it is also related to folk funeral customs. It is rumored that people will go to hell after death, and there will be some passes in hell. After that, grab two handfuls of rice to feed the wild dogs and pheasants in the underworld to ensure safety along the way.

Obviously.

It is wrong to speculate on these actions based on folklore.

While Yang Jian was grabbing the rice, Li Gui didn't stop attacking him.

The ghost's pale skin is close, close at hand.

"Is it useless?"

Yang Jian immediately changed his method. He directly stuffed the rice in his hand into his mouth and held it in his mouth without swallowing it.

The ghost still couldn't stop moving.

At this moment, the half-grown body was already stuck to Yang Jian's flesh, the cold, terrifying ghost was getting rid of its original body, and was gradually growing together with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was indifferent, he still had a restart, no matter how much the ghost invaded his body, he could reverse the desperate situation at the most dangerous time and return to before he was attacked.

"It still doesn't work, so there is only one last method left."

Yang Jian directly spat out the mouthful of rice and held it with his hands, not wanting to waste it.

The amount of rice is still there, not reduced.

The ghost invasion did not stop.

Yang Jian felt that half of his body had lost consciousness, as if his body belonged to someone else, and a lifeless and terrifying dead head stuck to his side.

The cold and stiff touch makes people shudder.

But Yang Jian remained calm, he cut his finger without hesitation, and blood dripped down.

The white rice was stained red with blood.

this moment.

An incredible scene appeared.

The ghost that invaded Yang Jian's body suddenly stopped moving, and then a cold arm touched Yang Jian's arm all the way, stretched out to his palm, and took away a grain of rice that was stained red with blood.

Followed by.

The ghost's attack behavior was being reversed, and the half-invaded movement stopped, and retreated, returning to the rotten dead body again.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost's figure was hiding and fading.

But it didn't disappear completely, but only a vague outline remained, as if isolated in some kind of ghost land.

"Successful?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, feeling that the method worked.