Mysterious resurgence

Tong Qian is ready for a fight to the death.

She knew that it would be difficult for her to get out of here, and she was already thinking about delaying the survivors for a while to see if they would be lucky enough to wait until rescue arrived.

But Yang Jian's sudden appearance made her feel surprised.

"Are you the detective with ghost eyes, Yang Jian?" Tong Qian looked at the man in the corner holding a candle with a ferocious ghost eye on his forehead.

"Have you read my file?" Yang Jian didn't find it strange.

Criminal police files are shared, and each criminal police officer is qualified to access the files of other criminal police officers. The purpose is to understand each other and to check and balance each other.

Tong Qian said; "I have seen the files of several ghost masters in Dachang City on the way here, including yours, because you are the only ghost master so far who has experienced the ghost knocking incident and is still alive. You Are you here for support?”

"It's not that I'm here for support. Someone agreed to my terms and asked me to come here to save people. I think the detective who stupidly rushed into the ghost realm was you."

Yang Jian said; "I have seen what happened before. I didn't want to show up and let you people die in the ghost domain like this. After I go back, I can report it to Zhao Jianguo. I believe no one will find out. I don't want to die." Help, but your behavior just now seems familiar, I think it’s better to give you a hand.”

Tong Qian's behavior of self-sacrifice to save others reminded him of Zhou Zheng.

Only then was Yang Jian willing to show up to help her.

"How could you do this?" Tong Qian said angrily.

"Why can't I do this?"

Yang Jian said calmly, while holding a candle and walking step by step: "Supernatural incidents cannot be solved by individual heroes. Anyone involved will die, including me. I can promise not to harm others, but I cannot promise to save them. I admit it. What you just did was noble and great, and you are a heroine."

"But what happens after that?"

"You will die, they will die, and there will be another female ghost here. This is the worst outcome."

"Solving supernatural incidents is a desperate matter in itself, and becoming a criminal police officer requires you to be willing to sacrifice at any time." Tong Qian said.

Yang Jian said, "It's useless for you to tell me this. You have to talk to it."

He pointed to the old man knocking on the door.

"Dong, dong dong~!"

The knocking on the door continues, and the survivors continue to die.

At this speed, everyone here will soon be dead, including Tong Qian.

If a group of people face a ghost knocking on the door, there is randomness, and one person will be randomly selected to die, but the chance of the ghost controller being selected will be very low.

"Okay, stop talking and save people quickly. If this continues, all the remaining people will die. Let's talk about it after we leave here." Tong Qian said with a look of panic on her face.

"Saving people doesn't rely on being close to the door and showing off. It relies on connections. Watch carefully and learn how I operate." Yang Jian strode over and said.

Tong Qian's face darkened.

This guy actually said he was joking.

But Yang Jian's words left her a little confused.

relation?

What does it mean.

"Grandpa, please stop knocking. Give me some face and let these people go." Yang Jian walked to the glass door holding the ghost candle in his hand and said.

The ghost fire on the ghost candle emits a green light.

Covering a distance of about three meters around.

When the candlelight approached the old man, the stiff and skinny palm stopped knocking on the door again, and at the same time the stiff body slowly retreated.

This ghost was forced back by the candlelight.

"Is this okay?"

Tong Qian opened her eyes wide with disbelief on her face.

Is this ghost Yang Jian’s dead grandfather? Did you really rely on your connections to keep that ghost from hurting people like you?

No, that's not right.

It's that candle.

Tong Qian's eyes stayed on the scarlet candle again.

The strange candlelight swayed in the darkness, as if reflecting the shadows of countless evil ghosts.

"Professor Bruce Pi's stuff was quite effective. Even the knocker was forced back, but the candle burned faster." Yang Jian looked at the ghost candle in his hand.

When I lit the ghost candle before, it seemed like it couldn't be burned out, and there was no movement at all, but now.

He saw that the candle was obviously burning down, and the closer it got to the old man, the faster it burned.

"One minute, I only give you one minute to leave here. This is my limit. It's up to you how many people I can save." Yang Jian turned around and said: "The door is over there, where I appeared before, Many things in the ghost realm have changed, and what you see with your eyes may not be true."

"I see."

Tong Qian seized this safe period and immediately shouted: "Anyone who wants to live, come with me, the exit is here."

However, many of the survivors suffered from mental breakdown, and they didn't know how much they could listen to Tong Qian's words, and how many of them would follow the instructions.

But Yang Jian doesn't care about all this.

He looked at the old man standing in the shadows outside the candlelight with solemn eyes.

This was the second time I saw this old man again.

Seeing it again, it still makes people feel so creepy, but Yang Jian has a deep hostility towards this ghost, it can even be said to be hatred.

It killed too many of its classmates and almost killed itself.

"How can I lock up an old guy like you?" Yang Jian murmured.

"It doesn't matter. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. As long as I stay vigilant in the ghost realm, I won't die in your hands. And you are a double-edged sword to me. I will need you again in the future."

"It's almost time, grandpa, goodbye."

He checked the time on his phone and one minute and ten seconds had passed.

It's considered a timeout.

Without hesitation, he turned around and left holding the ghost candle.

Just as he turned to leave, the candlelight receded.

The old man came over again.

"Stop crouching here, go quickly, get up and leave here with me."

"Stop crying, it will be too late if you don't leave."

"What are you doing lying on the ground? Why don't you stand up quickly?"

Tong Qian was extremely anxious.

When terror strikes, the psychological quality of these people living in the city is so poor that they either collapse and scream, or curl up in a corner and tremble, and some are so frightened that they are paralyzed on the ground.

"Yang Jian, wait a minute, wait a minute, there's still someone who hasn't followed." She hurriedly shouted when she saw Yang Jian holding up the candle and preparing to leave.

"No problem, I'll go out and wait for you." Yang Jian readily agreed.

Tong Qian was angry and anxious.

If you leave, they will lose their way again in the ghost realm, and they will definitely die by then.

"Do you want to stay with them?" Yang Jian asked again.

Tong Qian urged several times, and only two or three people managed to stand up, but there were still many people who couldn't take care of them all.

Looking at the green candlelight getting further and further away, it seemed that Yang Jian couldn't stay for a moment longer for these survivors.

Once he leaves, not only the remaining survivors, but also she will die here.

"If you don't leave, you will all die. It's up to you." Tong Qian shouted angrily, then turned and left, pulling a few survivors to follow quickly.

As soon as the person leaves.

The candlelight faded away.

Darkness strikes again, covering this place.

The knocking on the door echoed in the store again, the crying and screaming gradually became rarer, and finally disappeared completely, and everything returned to a deathly tranquility.

The last knock on the door disappeared.

The old man shrouded in darkness outside the door also turned around and left slowly.

However, the ghost realm is still there.