Mysterious resurgence

Chapter 369 Taking Face

There is no doubt that Feng Quan's Jedi counterattack failed.

The weird soil on his body turned into a grave mound, which was very scary. It seemed that even ghosts could be buried in it. If Yang Jian had been swallowed up by the grave soil just now, even if he had perfectly controlled the ghost shadow, he would probably not be able to survive. Gotta die here.

It's just that the more terrifying the attack, the greater the backlash it will have on itself.

Feng Quan is now in a state of resurgence.

His only head left outside the grave mound is gradually sinking, and will soon be completely submerged in the dark brown soil. Will other changes occur here after his body is completely submerged? Yang He couldn't tell for sure, after all, he had never had any contact with this kind of supernatural being.

However, looking at the strange earthen grave that was about to swallow Feng Quan, Yang Jian couldn't help but think of the grave in front of the grave-crying ghost he saw on the strange bus.

The two tombs seem to be somewhat similar. The only difference is that the tomb that swallowed Feng Quan is smaller.

"You are really lucky, Yang Jian. I will carry you this time, but don't be too happy. Someone will kill you if I can't kill you." Feng Quanru lowered his voice like a crazy beast. Huh, he can't accept the fact that he failed.

This kind of risk-taking, risk-taking effort to resurrect the ghost, should not fail logically.

Unfortunately, he never expected that Yang Jian wanted to attack him in advance.

If Yang Jian chooses to leave the hotel behind his back, there is absolutely no chance that Feng Quan will fail if he takes action halfway.

"It's too early for you to say this now. Whether you die or not is not decided by the ghost in your body, but by me. Although you are now in the state of resurrected ghost, I should still be able to suppress it for you for a while. , it should be much better once you find the other half of your body and restore the balance in your body."

Yang Jian looked calm and slowly untied the straw rope wrapped around his wrist.

This is a ghost rope.

He did not go close to the grave mound to avoid being attacked again. He directly covered the body of the ghost rope with his ghost shadow, controlled the ghost rope, and then I threw it forward and put it directly on Feng Quan's head.

"This is the ghost rope of Wang Yue." Feng Quan's madness suddenly dimmed, his eyelids twitched, and he seemed to know what Yang Jian was going to do.

"You've done a good job in intelligence work. Wang Yue has been dead for so long and you still remember the information about the ghost rope. But looking at your condition, you won't die even if you cut off half of your body. I use a rope to pull on your neck. It shouldn't be so easy to die after a few blows." Yang Jian used his palms to pull the ghost rope sharply.

The knot around Feng Quan's neck tightened sharply. The strong feeling of suffocation made his face turn red instantly. He coughed violently several times, but a large amount of dark brown grave soil was spit out.

It seemed that his body was gradually turning into clay, from the inside out.

But Yang Jian's pull did not directly pull Feng Quan out of the grave as he imagined.

Feng Quan's body buried in the grave seemed to have become one with the grave, and it seemed as if there was something extremely heavy inside the grave that held back the other half of his body, preventing him from leaving so easily.

"I still don't believe that I can't pull you out." Yang Jian used both hands hard, stepped back several steps, and began to use all his strength.

His current body is half human and half ghost, and his strength is a bit surprising. He did a strength test when he was in Dachang City. With this body that is neither human nor ghost, his strength can reach ton level, but it is only simple. It was just a test, he had never tried extreme strength.

Because I am worried about breaking down my body.

But when Yang Jian tried hard, he found something was wrong.

Feng Quan's body was motionless and still buried in the grave. His neck was stretched so long that his bones, skin and flesh were torn apart, but he still couldn't leave the grave.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

"It's indeed very strange. My judgment just now was correct. The soil of this grave is very special. If I were buried, I would definitely not be able to crawl out of it. Moreover, I couldn't pull Feng Quan out just by relying on strength. In the end, at most Pull his head out."

"It's useless for me to want one of his heads. What I want is Feng Quan, the ghost master who controlled two ghosts, not a dead man."

Yang Jian looked at Feng Quan's painful look. Although he was not dead, he was almost there.

Immediately, he no longer hesitated and took out the last piece of ghost candle from his pocket.

"Fortunately, the ghost left me with a little bit of ghost candle after its attack. This time it can be used to suppress the tomb. It doesn't take too long. It only takes one second. I can directly kill Feng Quan from it." Pull it out."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he hurriedly placed the remaining small ghost candle in front of the tomb and lit it.

"Huh~!"

As soon as the ghost candle was lit, the gloomy green ghost fire expanded instantly, like a ball of fire exploding.

This is because there are ghosts around, and the ghost candle has accelerated its burning speed. Although this burning speed is not as fast as when Xiong Wenwen was attacked before, it still burst out with a final burst of light.

The ghost candle burned out instantly and the candlelight went out.

But Cong still gave him less than two seconds of suppression time.

The tight ghost rope in Yang Jian's hand immediately felt the pressure on Feng Quan's end loosen, and a certain heavy burden disappeared instantly.

"Bang~!"

Feng Quan flew out of the grave, groaned and fell heavily to the ground.

The formed grave mound began to collapse instantly as if it had lost some strength support, turning into a puddle of mud with corpse smell, no longer weird as before.

But among the piles of collapsed grave soil, Yang Jian saw a human-shaped outline made of piled soil.

The outline of this humanoid has hands and feet, a head and a face, like a complete corpse, especially at the head. The facial features formed by the soil are lifelike, the mouth is open, the eye sockets are sunken, revealing three holes that penetrate people, like a Just as fierce as a ghost.

However, the ghost buried in the grave has not yet fully recovered.

After Yang Jian pulled Feng Quan out, grave soil continued to appear on Feng Quan's body, hoping to form a new grave mound in a short time.

If it is not stopped, the situation just now will happen soon.

However, Yang Jian would not just watch this happen.

His ghost had been prepared long ago and immediately invaded Feng Quan's body, helping him suppress the ghost's recovery.

With the invasion of ghosts, Feng Quan's recovery situation improved.

But this is temporary.

Once Yang Jian takes back the headless ghost, Feng Quan will continue to revive the ghost.

"Okay, now let's start the next step."

Yang Jian looked at Feng Quan, who was lying motionless on the ground. He was convinced that the ghost had suppressed him, and he was completely safe now.

At this time, he walked over to him and squatted down with the old blood-stained newspaper.

Although Feng Quan was suppressed at the moment, he was still conscious. He looked at Yang Jian with his eyes wide open and couldn't tell whether he was angry or frightened.

"It's useless for you to look at me like this. You are more dangerous now than you thought. God knows how many memories that ghost has changed for you, but it doesn't matter. I will change them all for you. You will definitely be a good person in the future. "Yang Jian spread out the old newspaper in his hand, and then slowly covered Feng Quan's face.

As soon as the newspaper came into contact with the person's face, it clung strangely to the skin, as if it had fused into one, rapidly shrinking and sticking tightly, and soon the outline of Feng Quan's facial features appeared on the newspaper.

At this moment, Feng Quan felt as if his head was covered by a plastic bag. A strong sense of suffocation came over him. He opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe, but what he got was a blood-stained newspaper stuck tighter.

Gradually, he fainted and lost consciousness.

"This feeling doesn't seem to be the first time." For some reason, Feng Quan suddenly remembered that he had experienced this kind of thing before, but he had forgotten the time and place.

"Did it succeed?"

Yang Jian looked at this strange scene and quietly waited for the result to appear.

It was the first time he tried to use this ghost newspaper to tamper with other people's memories. There were still many things he didn't understand, so he felt that necessary experiments and attempts were necessary.

The wait was less than a minute.

He soon saw that the newspaper posted on Feng Quan's face seemed to have loosened its grip and was no longer so tight.

At this time, Yang Jian felt that it should be enough, so he reached out and tore the newspaper off Feng Quan's face.

Also torn off was Feng Quan's entire face.

"Successful." Yang Jian's eyes narrowed and he saw the face with closed eyes and a strange expression on the ghost newspaper.

Feng Quan, who had lost his face, also lost consciousness at the same time. He fell into a coma.

The body still maintained its previous state, and did not suffocate to death because there was no nose and mouth to breathe.

It's just an incomprehensible supernatural phenomenon that cannot be judged by common sense.

"The next step is to tamper with the memory."

At this time, Yang Jian saw several lines of crooked words next to Feng Quan's face stuck on the newspaper.

This handwriting belongs to Zhao Lei.

"Forget about being attacked."

"Find the right opportunity and kill Yang Jian, he is your enemy."

"obey."

The last line was not finished and seemed to have been cut off halfway through.

"Was it just a part of the memory that was tampered with? It seems that something went wrong when Feng Quan was attacked, and the memory was not changed too thoroughly." Yang Jian thought to himself.

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"Countdown to Despair"

Introduction:

"The Three God Towers of Death."

"A tower with ten thousand floors."

"One level, one world."

An ordinary high school student suddenly had a series of numbers appear on his chest.

Every time this string of numbers decreases, one person will die indiscriminately.

If he is not careful, he turns his neighborhood into a ghost zone.

Accidentally, he blew up Changhe Hospital into a ghost building.

If he is not careful, he will kill himself...

"I, Fang Yue, just want to live a peaceful life!"