Mysterious recovery: I have a corpse vein

Chapter 95 Ghost Blood, Here Comes!
in the safe house.

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes wide, staring at the mobile phone in his palm.

The picture above is obviously Yang Jian who hanged himself to death.

The revived ghost rope was wrapped around Yang Jian's neck, as if a pair of invisible hands were tightening desperately, as if the entire neck was about to be strangled.

The image of the headless ghost is a dense fog covering the surface of his body, and the darkness is extremely strange.

And in a place that Wang Xiaoming can't see, in the ghost mirror.

A figure also hangs in mid-air as if hanged, with hands and feet hanging down, and a serene face.

His appearance and movements have already overlapped with Yang Jian's.

Has it failed?

Seeing Yang Jian's body that hadn't moved for a long time, Wang Xiaoming rubbed his sore eyes and sighed helplessly.

He looked around and suddenly remembered a figure.

Speaking of which, where did Luo Yan go? According to his relationship with Yang, he should be eligible to enter the safe house.

Has he dealt with Li Gui's recovery?Or, like Yang Jian, failed in the attempt and died?

Wang Xiaoming was thoughtful, and turned his eyes back to the phone.

He wouldn't put down his phone until the battery on Yang Jian's corpse ran out.

In a dark basement.

Luo Yan endured the pain caused by the erosion of ghost bones, and kept silent, the whole world was extremely quiet.

Only the sound of heavy breathing echoed from time to time.

At this time, Yang Jian should have hanged himself, right?

Speaking of it, I really envy him. There are leather paper and ghost cabinets, and you can get a lot of information about surviving.

Although I have the memory of the original book, it is equivalent to a kind of ability to predict the future.

But spiritual collisions cannot be replicated. If I hang myself like him, I'm afraid it will be suicide.

But a crash is a little too far away for me.

just now.

Controlling ghost blood is what I should be most concerned about.

Seven days should pass soon.

Time flies by quietly.

In the darkness, Luo Yan took out his cell phone, it was already the morning of the seventh day.

He has been struggling for so many days, and the situation has become more and more serious, and it is about to reach the limit.

His cheeks were extremely pale, like real bones, exuding a cold white light, which could be clearly seen even in the dimly lit basement.

And under him, there was a pool of black dirty blood.

On the right arm, fresh blood was dripping from the fingertips, exuding a coldness.

If it wasn't for the ghost bones affecting his body, he would no longer be like an ordinary person. I'm afraid that the blood left these days alone would have killed him three times.

At this moment, Luo Yan's sanity is quite blurred.

In the last three days, he didn't even dare to fall asleep. Fortunately, his body was in excruciating pain, and it was not easy for him to fall asleep.

But now, under the severe pain, he faintly felt that his head began to get heavier, and even a cold breath invaded his consciousness.

It seems to devour everything and completely erase his existence.

Suddenly, his drowsy consciousness shuddered, and a ghost bone pierced out of his shoulder without any warning, and directly inserted into the wall.

Strong uneasiness swept Luo Yan's heart, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide, revealing unspeakable fear.

The recovery of the ghosts has begun!

Although Yang Jian hadn't arrived yet, Luo Yan had anticipated this situation a long time ago.

Without hesitation, he immediately stood up, carried the coffin and rushed into the dark passage.

The bald monk was taken aback and wanted to stop him, but Luo Yan waited for seven days, and the speed of action was beyond imagination.

He quickly ran to the old wooden door, stretched out his hand and tore off all the gold leaf, and pushed it lightly.

The door opens.

The door lock breaks automatically.

A cold wind blew over, making the hair stand upright, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

Luo Yan's body twitched uncontrollably, and a brand new ghost bone stabbed out from his right chest.

No.15 root!
Luo Yan's heart was full of uneasiness and horror, he could feel that his whole body was rapidly losing control.

Every bone is restless, and it is about to become a hotbed for the recovery of ghost bones, giving birth to terrifying spirits.

hang on!Hold on a little longer!

Be sure to hold on!
Luo Yan's eyes froze, he bit his tongue hard, and quickly regained control of his body regardless of the gushing blood.

He stabilized his legs, forced himself to regain consciousness, and rushed behind the dark wooden door.

"Hey! What are you doing! You can't go in!"

"There is something very scary inside!!!"

The bald monk followed closely, but stopped abruptly at the door.

His complexion changed, and finally he let out a long sigh: "It seems that everything will recover eventually, and it cannot be stopped."

Luo Yan ran into the darkness.

familiar place.

A desolate, lifeless dark space.

"Tick! Tick! Tick!"

The sound of dripping water came, slight, small, but so obvious, especially clear in the dark environment.

Luo Yan seemed to have returned to the door-knocking ghost incident, and hope for life sprouted in his heart.

The next moment, he held on to his consciousness, controlled his body that twitched from time to time, and ran over with difficulty.

Stimulated by Ghost Bone's recovery, his eyes glowed with a faint cold white light, the surrounding darkness dissipated, and he could see everything clearly.

A few meters away, a sturdy tree with dense bones took root on the ground.

Withered human heads, old rags, and all kinds of weird things hanging on them, it seems that they are being suppressed.

And on a certain thick tree trunk, hung a huge black figure three meters high.

A rusty coffin nail pierced through its body and was firmly nailed to the bone tree.

Luo Yan turned a blind eye to what was in front of him, even though it was full of eerie and eerie, he didn't have the slightest fear.

There is only anxiety in his heart, which stems from ghost bones!

After a few steps in a hurry, he ran to the bone tree, looked at the ferocious branches, and felt a strange sense of intimacy.

It seems that when a child sees his mother, he has a strange instinctive connection.

"Bang~!"

Luo Yan violently threw the coffin aside, and kicked the coffin lid violently with his feet.

All of a sudden, an extremely strong smell of blood rushed to his face!

The entire coffin was actually soaked with blood, and it began to overflow unstoppably, like boiling, and the fluctuations became more and more violent.

Suddenly, a palm stretched out, and the blood covered the surface, rolling like mud.

At the same time, No.16 Ghost Bone quietly stabbed out from Luo Yan's neck.

This time, his consciousness seemed to reach the limit, and a cold breath completely engulfed him.

Luo Yan couldn't be reconciled, and bit his tongue again.

With this bite, he even wondered if his tongue was bitten off by himself, and he lost consciousness.

But he didn't think about it too much, his eyes flashed fiercely, and his right hand was instantly held together with the bloody hand protruding from the coffin.

Want my life?
Then come and try it out!
All of a sudden, the boiling blood seemed to find an outlet, and the bloody hands tightly grasped Luo Yan, sending out an extreme chill.

Luo Yan even felt a chill coming from his right hand, along the blood vessels and meridians, gradually freezing his whole body.

Ghost blood, here we come!
(End of this chapter)