Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian didn't think long enough. This was not the first time he had to make a choice under urgency. It had happened several times before. He had his own way of making judgments.

But at this time, Russell Yi's voice came from outside again, and told him that the ghost outside had made some move.

It is not difficult to know from Russell Yi's words that the ghost outside has indeed taken action again. No one knows whether this action will have any inevitable relationship with Xiong Wenwen's subsequent death.

However, it can be analyzed from the current situation that Xiong Wenwen's death is probably inseparable from the ghost outside.

Because this is the only ghost around.

"Russell Yi, you don't have to be so nervous and scared. If you encounter a ghost, you don't necessarily have to run or hide. We are all ghost masters. In essence, we are also a different kind of ghost. If I didn't If anything is gained, the ghost outside will be our next target."

"It may be the source of the human head balloon incident in City Z, and it is also under consideration."

Yang Jian carried Zhao Lei's body and walked out of the room. His face was calm and not panicked at all.

When Russell heard what he said, he was immediately startled; "What? Are we going to deal with that ghost thing? Let's forget it. That thing is not easy to mess with at first sight. We'd better leave it alone. It's not good to directly contact the ghost, but I will die, I have experienced this kind of thing before, and I don’t want to do it again.”

To be able to become a ghost controller, he has also experienced life and death.

It is precisely because of the experience that I am afraid. It is rare to see a fierce person like Yang Jian who can overcome fear and wander around in supernatural events in reality.

"Sometimes you may have to do nothing. Don't forget that you are also being targeted by ghosts. Calculating the time, once Xiong Wenwen dies, you will die five minutes after his death." Yang Jian said as he walked over. ; "The ghost is already targeting you, but you don't know it yet."

"By the time it really takes action, it will be too late."

Looking at the living room, Lin Luomei had a ghost candle in her hand and had already lit it.

Green flames danced, covering her and Xiong Wenwen inside.

Yang Jian didn't need the two of them to do much during this trip. He only needed them alive to help him search for the source and avoid danger, so it was particularly important for Guizhu to be placed on them to protect their safety.

"I have to go to another room to find something. Do you want to stay here and wait for me to come back, or come with me? If Guizhu is there, you should be safe next time."

Xiong Wenwen replied without thinking: "I don't want to stay here with her. I want to go with you. If I stay here with them, my body may be cold when you come back. Hurry, take me out of here." .”

"In that case, let's go together, Lin Luomei, take the ghost candle and lead Xiong Wenwen with me."

Without saying a word, Yang Jian carried Zhao Lei's body and walked out.

Lin Luomei's palms trembling slightly as she held the ghost candle, but she still followed her. She didn't understand why Yang Jian had to go out when there was a ghost outside, but she couldn't make the decision in this situation. She could only obey. Yang Jian's order.

If you don't obey the order at this time, you will definitely end up very miserable.

"Russell Yi, get out of the way, we are leaving here." Yang Jian said.

"Brother, think clearly, there is a ghost walking towards us outside, and it might kill someone." Russell said with a trembling tone at the moment, with great fear in his eyes.

"I have my own considerations." Yang Jian said with a cold face: "Come with me, and you will all live. If you don't listen to me, I will not be responsible for your death."

Russell Yi also had no choice. Although he regretted coming, Yang Jian did not force him to participate in this incident. He came here voluntarily. Now he can only open the door with a sad face.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian carried Zhao Lei's body and walked out.

"Where are we going? That ghost blocked the road." The flashlight in Russell's hand was still shining on the tall man in the distance.

The tall figure was still walking towards this side with heavy steps.

The smell of corpses in the air became even stronger.

The thing in the distance looked like a walking corpse.

But it would be nice if it was just a simple corpse scam. This was clearly a ghost with an unknown level of terror. As long as a certain condition was met, all of them might die in the hands of this thing.

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's head stared at the thing through the dim corridor.

A face that has turned black and smelly, eyes that are constantly leaking corpse water, and he is wearing an old coat, matching that tall and burly body. He looks like an innocent soul that ran out of the depths of hell, wandering aimlessly. In this narrow corridor, the not-so-wide corridor was directly blocked.

And now it is facing here, getting closer step by step.

"That's right, this is the ghost I met on the second floor before." Yang Jian's expression changed and he saw the footprints left behind the tall corpse.

The footprints are not black, they are just stained with corpse water flowing from the body and decomposing, so they form black footprints.

However, the shape and size of these footprints are exactly the same as when they first entered and exited the Caesar Hotel.

"what is that."

Suddenly, he saw another thing holding something in one of the ghost's hands.

A kitchen knife.

No, it shouldn't be said to be a kitchen knife. Although the shape is very similar, it can be more accurately said to be a hatchet, which is basically similar to the hatchet used to chop firewood in the countryside.

It was rusty and full of chips, as if it had been buried in the soil for many years, and there was still some special dirt left on it.

"This is the first time I've seen a ghost holding a knife in his hand." Yang Jian was shocked.

His instinct told him that the rusty hatchet was definitely not simple.

Because among the ghosts he has seen, there has never been one with a weapon in his hand. Even the ghost rope is essentially just a hanging rope and is an ordinary item, while the hatchet is a special weapon.

Yang Jian had experienced so many supernatural events similar to this item, and he had only seen it once when he checked the files at the headquarters.

That is the coffin nail used to nail a tall figure in the mysterious room in the basement of Hongbo Temple in Dachang City.

The coffin nails are very similar to this hatchet, they are also made of rusty iron.

But how effective are coffin nails?

The source of S-class supernatural events, the existence codenamed Starving Ghost, was nailed to death by Yang Jian with coffin nails, and he lost his ability to move.

"Brother, stop looking. The time is coming soon. Tell me if you want to run or run. That thing is heading this way. You are not afraid of death, but I am. Lin Luomei and I can't be tricked to death by you. Here." Russell almost knelt down to beg him as soon as he grabbed Yang Jian's hand.

If calling him daddy could save his life, he wouldn't mind calling him daddy Yang.

"Ghosts kill people in a regular pattern. This thing is very special. It does not have the characteristics of indiscriminate killing, or even random killing. We saw it, its behavior did not change, and we did not die. From this, I can conclude, This ghost must meet certain conditions in order to kill, and it can only kill one at a time.”

Yang Jian said as he backed away with Zhao Lei's body on his back.

He needs to observe any actions of this ghost to find out the ghost's killing pattern and avoid this danger.

Looking at the rusty hatchet, Yang Jian felt that it was better not to mess with it.

At least you can't mess with him now.

"Why are you so sure this thing only kills one person at a time?" Russell Yi was surprised and confused.

He didn't even know where Yang Jian got the information to make such a correct judgment.

"If the casualties caused by this ghost were too great, more than a few people would have died in Z City. Judging from the casualties in this incident, this ghost is defined as C, restricted level." Yang Jian still said, Walking back: "But the harm is not great, it does not mean that the danger is not great. This kind of ghost that often only kills one person at a time is the nightmare of the ghost controller."

The mummy bride we encountered last time on the supernatural bus was of this type.

Kill one person at a time.

But that person was killed in Yang Jian's third-level ghost realm. Even the Crying Face Ghost couldn't kill the mummy bride's target first.

This is an extreme horror.

"I hope this thing is not as scary as I thought." Yang Jian said with some self-comfort.

He is now accompanied by a group of novices. If he encounters a ghost of the same level as the Mummy Bride, death and injury will be inevitable.

But just as everyone followed Yang Jian and continued to go deeper, they continued to distance themselves from the ghost behind.

The time of death predicted by Xiong Wenwen before.

At ten past two o'clock, we arrived.

A beeping sound came from Xiong Wenwen's cartoon watch immediately.

This is the time he set.

"Yang Jian, it's time for me to die." Xiong Wenwen held Yang Jian's hand with fear on his face and looked at him with wide eyes.

At the same time, the tall male corpse that was following behind and wandering in the corridor stopped.

This is an anomaly.

Yang Jian, who had dealt with supernatural events many times, immediately realized it.

Xiong Wenwen's death was caused by this kind of ghost.

"Don't be afraid, you will be fine in the ghost candle." Yang Jian said solemnly: "I believe in this thing created by Wang Xiaoming. As long as the ghost candle is not extinguished, no ghost can kill you."

Xiong Wenwen nodded, but his fear did not diminish at all.

After all, he had foreseen the outcome of his death.

At this moment.

Yang Jian again saw the tall male corpse slowly raising the hand holding the rusty hatchet after stopping.

It was probably lifted to about halfway up the waist.

Yang Jian quickly compared this position with the surroundings. It happened to be at the height of Xiong Wenwen's neck.

"No way." Yang Jian suddenly realized something, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Next, the tall male corpse took the rusty hatchet full of gaps and swung it in the air, as if chopping the air.

next moment.

The ghost candle in Lin Luomei's hand immediately burst into flames, like a basin of cold water poured into boiling oil.

The green will-o'-the-wisp expanded rapidly.

The whole ghost candle was burning in an incredible way at the moment.

In just a moment, less than one-tenth was left.

Xiong Wenwen is not dead.