Mystery came, I received a letter from Superman for help

Chapter 48 Not only is it not scary, but also a little cute

In the dream, Yang Jian had come across many supernatural events, but the only one that made him feel less disgusted, and he was able to use it with ease, was the old man who knocked on the door.

Although the old knocker ghost left an indelible shadow in Yang Jian's heart, he also helped Yang Jian solve many enemies that he was inconvenient to attack or could not find.

Especially in the dream, the old man knocking on the door went to the island country, and the spirit removal society in the island country was driven to a dead end, so he had to ask Yang Jian for help, and then Yang Jian slapped him hard.

This cooperation of one person and one ghost not only emptied half of the island country's strategic resources, but also killed a large number of elite ghost masters, so that the island country completely lost its voice in the later International Ghost Masters Alliance.

Just as Yang Jian was thinking, he suddenly heard Yan Li nervously say: "Boss, this knocker is really scary. How did you solve it yesterday?"

The location of the two is the suburb of Dachang City, the manor where the Xiaoqiang Club is located.

After Yang Jian spread the curse of the door knocker through the satellite phone, in order to observe the effect of the experiment, he rushed to the manor of the Xiaoqiang Club with Yan Li.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the gate of the manor, they saw that the originally sunny sky suddenly darkened. The four-story office building standing in the center of the manor was suddenly shrouded in a thick layer of black ink-like fog without warning.

This scene was so terrifying that Yan Li was startled.

If Yang Jian wasn't by his side, he would have traveled so far.

"Is it scary?"

Yang Jian looked at the old knocker who was constantly corrupting the manor, touched his chin and said, "Why do I think that instead of being scary, it's kind of cute?"

"cute?"

Yan Li heard Yang Jian's words, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

He looked at Yang Jian with a pensive and suspicious look on his face.

"Could the boss be affected by the supernatural, or how could he think the ghost is cute?"

hiss!
He took a deep breath, suddenly horrified in his heart.

"This kind of supernatural power can distort people's cognition, it's so terrifying!"

Yang Jian didn't know what Yan Li was thinking.

He stared at the knocker in the distance with piercing eyes, with a look of amazement on his face.

The old man who knocked on the door went out this far, and he didn't know what happened outside, and his spiritual power increased a lot.

Yang Jian remembered that when he was in No. [-] Middle School last night, the old man's ghost realm could not even cover a classroom.

Now it has been able to wrap a building.

The growth rate is simply unbelievable.

At this time, Yan Li suddenly said: "Boss, there are ghost masters in the club attacking the ghost domain, and they want to escape!"

Yang Jian pondered for a while, and said: "I'm going to go ahead and observe the spiritual changes of the ghost knocking on the door. You stay here to guard, and if someone comes out from inside, you will block it, and if you dare to break through the barrier, you will be killed directly."

Yan Li heard the words and assured him: "Don't worry, boss, I guarantee that no one can escape."

Yang Jian nodded.

Yan Li controlled two S-level ghosts, and even in the headquarters, he was one of the most powerful ghost masters.

Although there are a large number of ghost masters in the Xiaoqiang Club, most of them are idlers who are about to revive the ghosts and spend their days here.

Yan Li stood guard at the gate, and those people couldn't get out even with their wings!
Thinking of this, Yang Jian didn't say anything more, the shadow behind him appeared out of thin air, turned into a black shadow to wrap Yang Jian inside, and then disappeared in place.

After Yan Li waited for Yang Jian to leave, he moved a chair from the guard's room, and sat down at the door.

Yang Jian gave him too much.

Leaving aside the 5000 million cash, just controlling the second ghost and prolonging the recovery time of the ghost is already a rebirth for Yan Li.

Now is the time for him to prove his ability.

at the same time.

The conference hall on the fourth floor of Xiaoqiang Club.

After Zhao Kaiming connected the phone, instead of hearing Zhou Zheng's voice from inside, he heard a strange knock on the door.

"Bang, bang bang~"

The dull, depressing sound of knocking on the door clearly rang in the ears of everyone in the conference hall, as if knocking on everyone's heart, and everyone's faces changed in shock at the same time.

boom!
Wang Xiaoqiang knocked down the chair behind him, and stood up suddenly.

He stared fixedly at Zhao Kaiming, his expression extremely ugly: "Zhao Kaiming, what was that knock on the door just now?"

Zhao Kaiming didn't speak, but took two steps back calmly.

In the corner that only he could see, a transparent figure slowly walked over and stood beside the satellite phone, and the knock on the door stopped abruptly.

"That knock on the door is weird!"

Zhao Kaiming saw that the fierce ghost who only knew how to kill himself stood up at this time, his heart suddenly became alarmed, but his face remained calm, and he replied: "What knock on the door? It's just a malfunction of the mobile phone, it's no big deal! "

Wang Xiaoqiang was actually not sure what the knock on the door was.

Although he is also a ghost master, he has never dealt with supernatural events and lacks experience in dealing with ghosts.

The reason why he had such a big reaction just now was that he subconsciously felt a sense of crisis.

Hearing what Zhao Kaiming said at this moment, Wang Xiaoqiang hesitated and said, "Is it really just a mobile phone malfunction?"

Zhao Kaiming asked back: "Wang Dong, you are also a ghost master, if it is a ghost, can't you feel it?"

Hearing this, President Ma and others all looked at Wang Xiaoqiang.

Although Wang Xiaoqiang felt uneasy in his heart, he couldn't tell why, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "If it's a spiritual invasion, I can sense it."

After finishing speaking, he said to everyone: "Okay, since Mr. Zhao is also here, let's continue discussing the topic just now."

At this moment, Mr. Ma suddenly let out a light snort: "Hey, why is it getting dark?"

When everyone heard this, they were startled and found that, as Mr. Ma said, the originally clear sky had become extremely gloomy.

"It's the rainy season now, isn't it normal for the sky to be cloudy and rainy?" Someone said with a smile.

Someone also said: "I remember the weather forecast said that today is sunny."

Hearing this, someone immediately sneered: "Weather forecast is just fun, just look at it, you are serious."

Another person said: "Mr. Liu, you are close to the switch, please turn on the light."

Mr. Liu stood up and turned on the light, and the light was restored in the conference hall.

At this time, Mr. Ma suddenly yelled strangely: "Fuck, what the hell is that?"

Someone next to him laughed and joked, "Mr. Ma, aren't you usually very courageous, why are you bluffing today?"

After finishing speaking, he looked in the direction of Mr. Ma's finger, and then screamed in fright.

"Oh, my mother!"

The others noticed the abnormality at this time and turned their heads to look.

Outside the window, at some point stood an old man in a black gown with corpse spots on his face.

The old man stood there stiffly, looking at the people in the conference hall with a pair of gray and dead eyes without a trace of expression.

The old man slowly raised his hand, and a dense black mist eroded in from the window. The lights in the conference hall seemed to have been disturbed by some kind of supernatural power. After flickering a few times, they finally went out overwhelmingly. Li was suddenly plunged into a deadly darkness.

After the old man appeared, Zhao Kaiming immediately realized that it was the ghost from the satellite phone, so he dodged and hid behind the door.

That transparent figure stood in front of Zhao Kaiming, helping him resist the ever-eroding darkness.

Others haven't had such luck.

With the continuous erosion of the black smoke, the walls of the conference hall are aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. The newly painted walls seem to be more than ten years old. The walls are black, mottled and peeling off, and covered with moss .

A gloomy, corrupt smell permeated the meeting room.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Wang Xiaoqiang took out a satellite phone from his suit pocket as if juggling.

"Brother, save me!"

(End of this chapter)