Mysterious resurgence

The operation on Yang Jian's side went smoothly.

And Huang Ziya, who was running all the way in the dark with the ghost candle, had reached her limit. Her legs softened, and she stumbled and fell onto the hard cement road. The fall made her dizzy and she almost fainted. In the past, the ghost candle in his hand was also extinguished directly due to this wrestling.

She wanted to look for Guizhu, but she didn't know where she fell. Fear and fear made her gasping and breathing become more intense.

The surroundings were still eerily quiet, but Huang Ziya could feel a cold breeze blowing nearby, which made her hair stand on end. She did not dare to continue looking for Guizhu, but considered saving her own life.

After all, I have delayed this for a long time, which should be enough.

Just when she was about to stand up, something suddenly seemed to be hanging down from her back. At the same time, she felt something touching her arms and legs, rough and gentle, like weeds being blown by the wind. The blowing touches one's own body, giving people a feeling of harmlessness.

But this gentle prelude brought with it a sign of terror to come.

moment.

In the darkness, an old straw rope directly locked her neck, almost breaking her bones and hanging her whole body up.

The only shortcoming of the ghost rope is that it does not float very fast, but no matter how fast it is, it can still catch up with Huang Ziya.

She was attacked.

And this attack is irresistible, because even if she uses her ghost ability to resist an attack from the ghost rope, she will still be unable to withstand countless subsequent attacks, and will eventually die from the ghost's resurrection.

Huang Ziya didn't even think about resisting. The moment she was hoisted, she immediately threw out a weird rag doll in her hand.

The rag doll was stained with blood from her other hand.

After all, she was also a trained ghost controller, and her quality was not that bad. She had been prepared to have blood smeared on the rag doll at any time.

The crooked rag doll, which was sewn up with old cloth and black hair, fell to the ground and turned over strangely to stand up. Then he turned his head, as if he was sizing up the surrounding situation, and looked around curiously.

Because his body was stained with Huang Ziya's blood.

This weird rag doll seemed to replace Huang Ziya's existence. The ghost rope that attacked her before changed its direction again and hung down towards the rag doll.

Huang Ziya, who was hanging in the air, suddenly loosened his neck and fell to the ground.

"Yes, it works. That Yang Jian really didn't lie to me." She ignored the pain, and in the darkness she showed the joy of escaping from death.

The rag doll seemed to feel that the ghost rope was about to attack it, and it actually started to run on the ground flexibly and quickly with its short legs.

A ghost rope floated over, and the rag doll jumped up, passed through the noose on the ghost rope, and continued to jump forward.

When encountering trees blocking the road, the rag doll will go around it; when encountering steps, it will climb over them.

Along the way, he jumped and walked flexibly, avoiding the ghost ropes hanging down from the sky. The ropes were like traps trying to catch the doll, but they all failed. Even after escaping multiple attacks, The doll will also stop and clap its hands, looking very happy.

The survivability of this rag doll seems to be very good, and Ghost Rope can't do anything with it for a period of time.

However, rag dolls will be consumed.

Because it is made of old rags sewn together, the quality is not very good. After this rag doll ran for a period of time, the old rags began to wear and tear due to friction with the cement road on the ground. , something seemed to be leaking out of it, like white paper.

At the same time, one of the rag doll's legs seemed to be lame, his movements were no longer so flexible, and he walked with a limp.

But it was still struggling to escape, with the ghost rope behind it chasing after it.

Because the rag doll hit a step, its short body could not go over it smoothly and had to climb up, so it moved a step slower. A rope touched the rag doll's body and was also wrapped around the rag doll without any suspense. He tightened his grip on the doll's neck, trying to hang it up.

But the rag doll was too small, so when the ghost rope tightened, it didn't wrap around its neck. It only locked one of its hands and hung it up directly.

The doll struggled violently, and finally gave up one arm, broke away from the ghost rope, landed on the ground smoothly, and continued running in another direction.

But if this trend continues.

In the end, the rag doll will definitely die due to excessive wear and tear.

But until it dies, Huang Ziya is safe.

And this time.

Yang Jian's action has reached the final moment.

However, something happened.

The ghost's face could not be spliced ​​smoothly, and it was still stuck to the old newspaper.

Yes.

In the past, Yang Jian needed to cooperate with the headless ghost to splice the face, but now that the ghost in his body is suppressed, this ability cannot be used, and the face naturally cannot be installed.

"Wang Jiang, let go." Yang Jian said hurriedly at this time.

"What?" Wang Jiang was shocked at this moment: "Do you really want me to let go?"

"That's right, loosen the restrictions and let the ghosts resume some actions. Only in this way can my plan succeed." Yang Jian said.

If this ghost has the ability to take back other ghosts, then it should also have the ability to take back its own face. After all, it can even join other ghosts together.

"Okay. Okay." Wang Jiang didn't ask why. Since Yang Jian said so, he would do it.

Immediately, Wang Jiang let go of his hand and stopped holding the corpse's arm.

The moment he let go.

Zhang Lei and Yang Jian clearly felt that the stiff corpse moved.

But at the same time, the old newspaper stuck to the corpse slowly fell down, and the face on it disappeared, and was successfully spliced ​​to the ghost's body.

It got its face back.

At the same time, Yang Jian said: "Wang Jiang will come back to suppress it."

Wang Jiang became even more confused, but he still approached the ghost again without hesitation.

In doing so, Yang Jian only needs to let the ghost get his face back, but he cannot continue to let the ghost move, otherwise the ghost may make the ability to tamper with memory ineffective.

"Will it be useful?"

Although the plan had changed somewhat, he felt extremely uneasy inside.

next moment.

Yang Jian, Zhang Lei, Wang Jiang, and even the half-dead Qian Yi clearly felt that their abilities had lost control and resumed action.

The plan to make this thing misjudge the number of its own ghosts was successful.

"Now." Yang Jian's ghost hand trapped in the corpse resumed action. He seized this only opportunity to quickly invade the ghost's body and began to take away its key parts.

at the same time.

This stiff and black corpse suddenly fell to the ground, as if it had lost some strange support and became an ordinary corpse.

"Yang Jian, what's going on?" Zhang Lei pressed on the body that fell to the ground, a little panicked.

"It's nothing, the ghost restarted, we restricted it, and it gave up its identity." Yang Jian slowly pulled his arm back from the corpse.

Zhang Lei opened his eyes wide: "How is it possible? We have clearly determined the quantity and there is no limit."

He simply couldn't understand what Yang Jian had done before.

"Now is not the time to ask this, but to see if we can get out of here." Yang Jian retracted his unconscious arm.

His face immediately condensed.

A black mark was left on his arm. This black mark was in the shape of a diamond, like the shape of the coffin nail in Wang Xiaoming's hand before, and like a special piece of flesh and blood that had replaced a part of himself and became himself. part of the arm.

"The coffin nails of the three ghosts turned into a ball of black flesh and blood due to the presence of ghosts. Now they are taken away by me, and they are spliced ​​to my body because of the headless ghost shadow, and merged with the ghost hands to form Something new."

His hand remained in the ghost's body for a long time, and some unpredictable changes occurred.

I felt other changes in my body.

Yang Jian also found that the headless ghost's urge to change its body disappeared. The ghost hands that were forcibly spliced ​​to the body also appeared calm and could move freely. Even the restlessness of the ghost eyes that were about to revive was gone.

"A new balance?"

The coffin nails made by the three ghosts should be able to suppress the three ghosts. After all, these things are from the ghost and have some of the characteristics of the ghost. Now there are exactly three ghosts in Yang Jian's body, the ghost hand, the headless ghost shadow, and ghost eyes, so his own ghost was suppressed.

And because Coffin Nail is in a dead state, it cannot be revived for the time being.

In other words, Yang Jian has now reached a perfect balance.

"So, what's wrong with my hand?" Yang Jian looked at his unconscious arm.

Although the skin on his arm was black and the palm was cold, pale and without a trace of blood, the huge contrast seemed extremely strange, but he could feel that this hand was already a new ghost.

A ghost that cannot be understood because of various coincidences.

A ghost that can be perfectly controlled at present.

Just when he was looking at himself, Zhang Lei suddenly pointed to the distance and exclaimed: "Yang Jian, look, the ghost realm is disappearing."

Hearing these words, Yang Jian suddenly raised his head,

Sure enough, he saw a piece of darkness condensing in the distance, leaving quickly towards a place. At the same time, the surroundings became brighter and brighter, and he even saw the morning sun behind him.

At first glance, the fading darkness actually took on the shape of a coffin. If you looked further away, it would look like a black coffin moving, which made people feel frightened.

"This is what the ghost coffin really looks like. A ghost, a ghost realm?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

It feels like this ghost coffin is becoming more and more mysterious.

Wait, the direction the ghost left is the laboratory.