Mysterious resurgence

Faced with Luo Wensong's sudden attack, Yang Jian reacted very quickly. When fighting against the supernatural curse that would lead to death, he not only resolved the crisis abruptly, but also killed him back.

The collision of two people's peak supernatural powers is dangerous and fatal.

At this moment, Yang Jian grabbed Luo Wensong's neck, and his ghost hand held the supernatural power of the bus. Such supernatural power was enough to make a terrifying ghost fall into silence.

"Not a bad counterattack." However, Luo Wensong still squinted his eyes and smiled at this moment.

There was a strong sense of danger in his smile.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly at this moment. He felt that his ghost hand was slightly stiff at the moment. He had obviously pinched Luo Wensong, but when he wanted to use force again, his palm became a little bit unresponsive.

At this time, he saw that dark brown corpse spots were appearing on the back of his hands, and they were spreading towards his arms. At the same time, his face became a little darker.

It seemed like a simple touch, but in fact Luo Wensong used the mortal supernatural superposition to resist the bus supernatural, and even had the power to let the terrifying corpse stains erode Yang Jian.

"If you only have this level, you are no match for me today." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, exuding scarlet light.

At this moment, bright red and sticky blood oozed from his ghost hand. The blood covered the back of the hand, erasing the horrific corpse spots. At the same time, the slightly stiff palm also regained its freedom. As soon as it regained its freedom, the palm suddenly became stronger. A strong force on the ground would definitely crush Luo Wensong's neck.

"Young man, don't talk nonsense."

At this moment, Luo Wensong also noticed the emergence of another supernatural power in Yang Jian's body. He reacted quickly and counterattacked. He immediately raised his slightly skinny palm and stretched out two fingers to point at Yang Jian's forehead. Just click and go.

This kind of action is like knocking on a supernatural door of certain death.

However, Yang Jian did not dodge, and with a red light all over his body, he directly entered the restart state. He wanted to use the restart of ghost eyes to avoid Luo Wensong's supernatural curse of death, and at the same time, he used his ghost hands to crush the troubled soul in front of him.

The two fought again.

Each resists the other's supernatural attack to see who can't stop it first and then dies.

"Crack!"

Following the crisp sound of cracking bones, Yang Jian stumbled and subconsciously stepped back several steps, but he quickly stabilized his figure, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

now.

There was a hideous gash on Yang Jian's forehead, and scarlet and sticky blood flowed uncontrollably.

Although injured, he was still alive.

This meant that he blocked Luo Wensong's fatal supernatural attack.

On the other hand, Luo Wensong's condition seemed to be even worse. Although he stood motionless, a scarlet palm print was left on his neck. This palm print sunk deeply into his flesh, even covering his entire neck. It was so twisted that Luo Wensong's head also tilted.

"You lose, Luo Wensong."

At this moment, Yang Jian strode forward again. His body was still glowing red, but the scar on his forehead had disappeared. Then he grabbed his hand, and a red spear fell into his hand as if it appeared out of thin air.

Luo Wensong shook his body and tried to move, but the red palm prints on his neck restrained him, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

At the same time, only a small section of the soul-calling incense that represented the time of his existence was left.

This short attack greatly consumed Luo Wensong's soul-calling time.

"What a powerful young man, what a beautiful counterattack." Luo Wensong still squinted his eyes and smiled.

In the duel just now, he had to admit that he was slightly inferior.

It's not that the death curse is not scary enough, but Yang Jian relied on his own supernatural powers to make an excellent counterattack. The burning will-o'-the-wisp blocked most of the death curses when turning off the lights, and the blood lake covering the surroundings intercepted most of the death curses when opening the door. , the remaining curse is no longer enough to kill it.

It was precisely because of his confidence in himself that Yang Jian dared to fight back against the remaining curse of death.

In the last fight between each other, Luo Wensong used the supernatural superposition that would kill him if he knocked on the door, but Yang Jian entered the restart state and forcibly avoided it.

At this moment, Yang Jian came to kill again, but Luo Wensong was already passive.

He made no further moves.

Because Luo Wensong knew very well that he could not win.

Maybe if you do it again, you will be fully prepared. If you superimpose the mortal curse to the limit, you can kill Yang Jian instantly. However, there are no ifs in the supernatural world. One loss means death, and God will not give you a chance to do it again.

The rusty hatchet was slashing down regardless of anything at this moment, with the intention of directly splitting Luo Wensong in half.

However, the hatchet stopped abruptly in front of Luo Wensong's head.

"Why don't you fight back?" Yang Jian stopped his hand and asked coldly.

Luo Wensong narrowed his eyes and said: "I am a dead soul. I have died a long time ago. Even a counterattack can't change this result. And I can't beat you, even if you give me another stick of incense."

In a battle between top ghost masters, the outcome lies between one or two hands, and it cannot last for three days and three nights.

"You're right, I'm really not qualified to weigh you. You still have a trump card that you haven't shown yet." Luo Wensong said again.

Yang Jian stared at him and said: "Your mortal curse has not been superimposed to the limit, and the ghost realm has not been used yet. You still have a chance to kill me. Wouldn't it be a pity to give up now?"

"You know my abilities very well. Since you know so much, you should also know how to seal off my mortal curse and ghost realm. And in front of this descendant like you, how can I have the chance to superimpose the mortal curse to the extreme? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have to fight back despite being partially cursed." Luo Wensong said with a smile.

There was some appreciation in his words.

Because as soon as they met, it was clear that the young man named Yang Jian in front of him had definitely gone through countless hardships to reach this stage, and he was not the lucky one.

"Since you have given up, then go on the road with peace of mind and don't cause trouble." Yang Jian also retracted the red spear at this moment.

He didn't kill the revenant.

Anyway, Luo Wensong only has a little time left to exist. There is not much difference between killing him and not killing him.

"In this era, with a young man like you, I can indeed go on the road with peace of mind, but I have to say a few words before I go on the road." Luo Wensong said with a smile while squinting his eyes.

Although he still looked dangerous, he was a little less vicious.

It seems that the move just now was really testing Yang Jian, or maybe he changed his attitude after losing to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said: "What else do you want to say? Do you want to ask me about your son and grandson? Your son died early, and your grandson Luo Yong is still alive, but he is a little poor and is moving bricks on the construction site. But I will ask I gave him a meal, gave him a house, and a little money. I won’t get rich, and I won’t starve to death. You can rest in peace.”

Luo Wensong was a little strange at this moment: "I didn't expect you to have met my grandson."

"After your death, the evil ghost resurrected and turned into a knocking ghost wandering around, causing supernatural events. After investigating, I found your grandson, who looks 70-80% similar to you," Yang Jian said.

"So I have to thank you." Luo Wensong rarely looked serious.

Because Yang Jian actually helped his descendants without knowing the truth.

As a person from the Republic of China, Luo Wensong still values ​​​​the inheritance of future generations, even if he has no feelings for his descendants.

I just didn't expect that my grandson would do so poorly, moving bricks on a construction site, and he would be a coolie in the Republic of China.

"You don't need to thank me, you just did it casually. I am the top ghost controller of this era, and I can't spend all my money." Yang Jian said.

Luo Wensong said: "I didn't expect that there is such a fate between us. In that case, let me say a few more words. You said before that I turned into a ghost and resurrected after death? And you called me after death. Door ghost?"

"Yes." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and he said: "You don't know? It seems that this soul summoning really only summoned your middle-aged soul, and there is no subsequent memory. This is really incredible."

Luo Wensong narrowed his eyes and said: "I don't have much time, so I won't answer some irrelevant trivial matters. Since you call me a knocker after death, it must be me wandering around, knocking on doors and killing people aimlessly."

"It seems that you are very clear about the situation after your death." Yang Jian said.

"Of course, if I die, my own ghost will be dismembered. But my body is full of supernatural dismemberments. Why is the ghost knocking on the door alone?" Luo Wensong asked.

"Corpse Spot, Ghost Realm, knock on the door and you will be killed. There are three kinds of supernatural beings on you after your death, not just one." Yang Jian glanced at him and said.

Luo Wensong squinted his eyes at this moment and said with a smile: "It's probably because I didn't dismember it thoroughly enough. In fact, I only left the knocking ghost for one purpose, and that was to knock on that special door."

"What door?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered, instantly arousing interest.

The knock-knocker ghost wakes up after death and goes around knocking on doors and killing people. Is he actually looking for and knocking on a door?

"A door connecting reality and a supernatural place." Luo Wensong said.

Yang Jian said: "Ghost Gate?"

He remembered that Li Yang had an old red wooden door in his hand. When opened, it connected to an unknown dark place, and those who entered it would be lost.

But if used properly, you can use that door to lead to any corner of the world.

"What is the ghost gate you are talking about?" Luo Wensong asked.

Yang Jian then waved his hand, and the ghost realm transformed, and the appearance of the ghost gate appeared.

Luo Wensong narrowed his eyes: "It's this door, but it's not all of it."

"What you said is like farting." Yang Jian said unceremoniously.

Luo Wensong was not angry and continued: "This door is the previous door. It was dismantled because it was tainted with some supernatural powers and might lose control. The new door I want to knock on is the new door."

"That door is in a house built during the Republic of China. I don't know if that house is still there, but I know the approximate location."

"Where?" Yang Jian asked.

"Dachang City." Luo Wensong said with a smile.

Dachang City, an ancient house in the Republic of China, a door

These clues were connected together, and Yang Jian immediately realized what Luo Wensong was referring to.

Isn't that the third door made of gold in Guanjiang Community, where Wang Shanshan lives now?

"I know that place. It's blocked by gold and isolated from supernatural beings. It's useless even if you knock on that door." Yang Jian said: "The ghost door is the former door, the golden door is the current door, and behind the door is what?"

"Stop talking nonsense, the incense is almost gone."

Finally, he did not forget to remind him of the time.

Luo Wensong still spoke unhurriedly: "A passage, a passage leading to a supernatural place. If you drive the supernatural bus, you should have been to that supernatural world. The supernatural world and the real world are connected. That door is Connecting the dots between two worlds.”

"A channel connecting reality and supernatural beings?" Yang Jian frowned.

No wonder the third door needs to be sealed in gold.

This is like the golden door he left in the Caesar Hotel.

Luo Wensong continued: "You should be familiar with ghost realms. No matter how perfect each ghost realm is, there is a point, a point that connects to reality. This gives people a chance to get out of the ghost realm."

"We have found a door to the supernatural world in reality, which means we have found a point to get out of the ghost realm. So the question is, which side is the ghost realm and which side is reality? Yes. Are the ghosts living in a huge ghost world, or are we living in a huge ghost world?"

"Does the resurrection of the evil ghost mean that the ghost realm is failing?"

"People used to say that Yin and Yang are two separate things, but we can't tell which is the Yin world and which is the Yang world."

"Can you tell the difference?"

Luo Wensong sighed quietly after speaking, and then looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian frowned, thought for a moment and then said: "It doesn't matter if we distinguish clearly or not."

"I plan to end the supernatural era. Wherever I am, that's the world of the earth."

"What a confident young man." Luo Wensong squinted his eyes and smiled.

Then his smile suddenly froze, and his body began to collapse rapidly, finally turning into a ball of smoke.

At this moment, the soul-calling incense has been burned out unconsciously, leaving only a little spark left.

But Luo Wensong had no regrets. Although he wanted to continue communicating, this was enough.

You can go on the road safely.

The remaining thoughts drifted away, and all supernatural phenomena disappeared.

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