Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian is already very clear about the effect of ghost candle.

As Wang Xiaoming said, after the ghost candle is lit, the ghosts cannot approach the place covered by the flames, and people are in absolute safety.

But there is another thing that deserves great attention.

The closer you are to a more terrifying ghost, the faster the ghost candle will burn. Under special circumstances, a ghost candle may even burn out within a few minutes or even tens of seconds, greatly increasing the time to safety. shortened to some extent.

When Yang Jian faced the knocking ghost before, the ghost candle did not burn so fast.

But get close to the ghost under the streetlight.

This burning speed is already several times that of the Knocker.

And this signal only represents one thing: danger, extremely dangerous.

Yang Jian stepped back without hesitation.

After exiting a considerable distance.

The burning speed of the ghost candle dropped significantly, and the flame that wavered as if it was about to go out at any time returned to normal.

The sense of crisis is quickly dissipating.

But the sense of crisis in Yang Jian's heart has not diminished by half.

He had always thought that they were just ghost slaves in the ghost realm. Although the danger was there, it was not worth mentioning to him now.

Thinking of Tong Qian's reckless behavior before, Yang Jian had to secretly be grateful that his previous vigilance and caution had saved his life, otherwise he might have been involved in this attempt.

"In other words, this ghost is of a higher level than the knock-knocking ghost?"

"But this is impossible. If the danger level of this ghost really reaches this level, then why does it appear in the ghost realm of the knocking ghost?"

Yang Jian's eyes were changing, looking at the ghost standing there stiffly with his back to him under the street lamp from a distance.

Immediately.

The street light that came on made him understand what was going on.

This ghost is not in the ghost realm at all.

It is always present.

That's why the street lights didn't go out and stayed on. The ghost's surroundings were not affected by the ghost realm.

And corresponding to it.

The ghost didn't enter the ghost realm, so it shouldn't be able to see Yang Jian.

So, it was the ghost realm of the Knocker Ghost that protected itself from contact with that ghost?

"What's going on in Dachang City recently? Except for the ghost knocking on the door, which was caused by me, the other ghosts that appeared were more terrifying than the last. I thought it was a monster, but I didn't expect it to be a boss." Yang Jian looked solemnly: "Is there anything special about Dachang City? Or is this the same situation in other big cities?"

"Ignore it for now. Just to be on the safe side, if you see this ghost in the future, stay away immediately. There is no reason."

He took a breath and calmed down.

It was a false alarm after all.

The ghost under the streetlight didn't do anything dangerous.

He is safe.

After walking around here and passing through this area through an alley, Yang Jian came to the other end of the ghost realm.

If Jiang Yan can no longer be found here, then he will have no choice but to give up.

And at this moment.

In reality beyond the ghost realm.

Yang Jian passed by the street lamp before.

Due to the blockade, several streets here were deserted, the surroundings were quiet, and the shops were temporarily closed.

But a man was sitting next to the wall with his head slightly lowered. His face was injured, and rancid blood was dripping from it. But compared to the injuries on his body, it seemed that some kind of psychological blow was more severe. The whole person felt a little lifeless.

"I have nothing but this life now. Why are you still clinging to me and refusing to leave?" The man raised his head slightly and looked at the street lamp beside him.

The streetlights flickered slightly, as if there was some bad connection in the wiring.

But in his eyes.

He saw. Under the streetlight, a ghost stood.

A ghost with its back turned to him, never willing to reveal its appearance and features.

The person talking to this ghost at this moment was none other than Zhao Kaiming.

He came out of the ghost realm alive and escaped the inevitable ghost knocking on the door, but the price he paid was a price he didn't want to bear.

"You refuse to leave, is it because I have something that you haven't squeezed dry?" Zhao Kaiming didn't have the high spirits before, only a cold smile.

"You are really an evil ghost. I have lost so many things because of you. Since you are so terrifying, why don't you just kill me?"

Zhao Kaiming looked at a special pistol in his hand.

Without thinking, he shot himself directly in the temple.

He chose to commit suicide.

But no gunfire rang out.

The bullet jammed.

Zhao Kaiming loaded and unloaded, a golden bullet fell to the ground, and then continued shooting at his head.

Still stuck.

Retract and shoot again

Still stuck.

An entire magazine was empty of bullets, but he didn't fire a single shot.

"Fuck you." Zhao Kaiming's face was ferocious, and he threw the pistol at the ghost under the streetlight like a madman.

The gun hit the ghost, but it fell to the ground without causing any damage.

This is not the first time this has happened.

He was unable to commit suicide.

Because the ghost hanging around me wouldn't let him go.

He thought about cheering up, but reality knocked him down again and again, making him lose more and more things.

"You still don't want me to die, right? That's good. I will live and I will change everything. I want to fight you ghosts again to see whether you or I win."

Zhao Kaiming struggled to stand up, limping forward with his broken prosthetic leg.

Just as he was leaving, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

"Hey, is this Zhao Kaiming? Something happened to your dad just now. Come back quickly." A relative's voice came from the phone.

Zhao Kaiming seemed to have been prepared for it, and said in a calm tone: "Uncle, I understand, I have something to do today. I will go back to hold my father's funeral in two days."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, but his face was particularly ferocious.

I looked back,

The ghost under the streetlight disappeared without knowing when.

Just as he made it out alive.

Yang Jian was still in the ghost realm at this time.

He was riding a bicycle, lighting a ghost candle, and seemed to be wandering leisurely through the streets and alleys. In fact, the ghost eyes on his body had been opened, and he was alert to any movement around him, and at the same time, he was looking for something. Jiang Yan’s location.

at last.

The ghostly eye in the back of his head suddenly saw a car parked next to a clothing store with its headlights on.

It's a brand new luxury car, and you can vaguely see someone sitting in the cab through the window.

But among the rows of cars on the roadside, it wasn't too noticeable.

"Did you find it?"

Yang Jian vaguely guessed that it was Jiang Yan's car.

Because he had told Jiang Yan before to keep moving and not to turn off the engine and park.

The purpose of this is to prevent Jiang Yan from being trapped in one place for a long time, waiting for death, and at the same time, it also allows her to leave a signal to herself.

Keep the vehicle running so it will be much easier to tell.

But, she was still confused after all.

She still didn't know when the car stopped.

And next to the car.

Yang Jian also saw a familiar person standing there motionless.

It's his classmate Qian Wanhao.

At this moment, Qian Wanhao had half of his head missing, his body had turned black and rotted, and exuded the smell of corpse, but he was still wearing the same clothes as before.

When Yang Jian came over on his bicycle, Qian Wanhao slowly raised his head and looked at him with his rotten eyes.

"Have you become a ghost slave?" He frowned deeply.

Originally, Qian Wanhao had a chance to escape alive with him, Zhang Wei and others when they were in school.

However, he answered a phone call that he shouldn't have answered, and was found by the knocker.

"Since he is a ghost slave, he is not a big threat. What's more, he is dying." Yang Jian thought to himself.

As he gets closer.

The candlelight emitted by the ghost candle had already forced Qian Wanhao away.

Within the area covered by the candlelight, Qian Wanhao had to step back and did not dare to get close.

Yang Jian looked through the car window and saw that Jiang Yan was still driving nervously. She was obviously still addicted to hallucinations. From the looks of it, she didn't know how long this woman had been in this state.

"It's me, open the car door."

He got through the phone and told Jiang Yan directly on the phone.