Mysterious resurgence

In fact, the ghost that He Tianxiong controlled first was not the thing that stepped on his shoulders, but the ghost that gradually eroded his flesh and blood. At that time, he watched his body rot little by little every day, and things that did not belong to him were still there. It grew out little by little, and the days of being tortured but unable to die were his lifelong nightmare.

However, the appearance of something like a curse on his body is not entirely a bad thing.

He Tianxiong discovered a very strange situation, that is, he could never die again.

He jumped over a building and cracked his head. He was even sent to the crematorium. However, he woke up again at night and the cracked head was miraculously healed. The only disadvantage was that his body was rotten. There are more places to fall.

In addition, He Tianxiong also discovered a situation.

If you encounter a ghost, the ghost will never attack your rotting place. Even if you are attacked, you will not be harmed in any way.

However, this seems to be of no use unless his whole body rots and then grows such dead flesh and blood.

But he must have died by then.

However, the situation improved after he controlled the second ghost.

The ghost that stepped on his shoulders successfully slowed down the decay of his body. He himself could clearly see that the area a little below his shoulders was his own healthy flesh and blood. This kind of erosion of the pair of ghosts that stepped on his shoulders He retreated before the feet of the dead.

According to He Tianxiong's idea, as long as the head is not rotten or the body is rotten, it doesn't matter. After all, consciousness is the most important.

"Can this body withstand this guy's attack?" He Tianxiong looked at his already shabby body and still didn't have much confidence.

Unless the ghost who stepped on your shoulders steps down.

But Yang Jian is aware of his shortcomings, and his ghost is useless now.

boom!

There was another loud noise, and the door dented again. The crack in the door was no longer closed tightly, and a gap appeared. The safe house he had spent a lot of money to build had been breached in just two clicks.

Along the crack of the cracked door, a swaying black shadow gradually penetrated in, and gradually spread again.

"It's Yang Jian's shadow." He Tianxiong's eyes narrowed.

He has also read Yang Jian's information and knows that his shadow is also a ghost. Although the specific information about this ghost is not clear, as long as it is a ghost, it poses a huge threat to him.

"He doesn't even want to open the door. Does he plan to kill me directly with this ghost? This thing can't be killed." He Tianxiong could only put down the gun he took out from nowhere in his hand.

He didn't even show his face, giving himself no chance to make a comeback.

This Yang Jian was actually so cautious.

After the ghost shadow penetrated in, it gradually began to compress the space of this small room. He Tianxiong had no ghost domain, and he had no way to retreat. He could only watch the strange black shadow gradually approach him.

soon.

His feet had nowhere to stand and stepped on the black shadow.

Just from the contact, He Tianxiong felt a coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow under his feet. He felt that this black shadow was gradually invading his body. After just the contact, his legs completely lost consciousness, and he began to lose control of himself. Controlled, the body is being taken away quickly.

"Yang Jian, are you really not going to let me go?"

He Tianxiong shouted in horror: "If I die, you will be in trouble even after Li Gui wakes up. We don't have any hatred, so there is no need to fight for this."

While he was speaking, he had lost all feeling in his waist. Only his empty chest had not been invaded. That was where the second ghost in his body was, and the ghost seemed to be hindered.

But what made He Tianxiong feel horrified was that his legs below the waist began to move on their own, and his body was being pulled apart bit by bit.

He couldn't feel any pain, but it was a clear sign that he was about to be dismembered.

"I told you that if you wait for five minutes, I will consider reconciliation. There are still dozens of seconds left, but I believe this time is enough." Yang Jian's voice sounded outside the door, and he still did not reveal his identity. .

He Tianxiong felt extremely desperate at this moment. He knew that if this continued, he would only be killed bit by bit by Yang Jian. Although the death was unpleasant, the result could not be changed, and he would not even give himself a chance to fight.

This guy knows everything about his situation, and he's damned to death.

It's all the fault of these idiots in the circle of friends. If there hadn't been something wrong there, even if he faced this ghost-eyed Yang Jian, he wouldn't have lost so miserably.

I thought that I, He Tianxiong, could be considered the number one person in the circle after controlling the second ghost, but I ended up dying in such a miserable way.

He Tianxiong gritted his teeth and looked at the ghost that stepped on his shoulders. His body was being dismembered, but the ghost still didn't move.

But right now.

The personal cell phone in my pocket vibrated.

"Um?"

Yang Jian frowned. He took out his phone and looked at it. Originally, he didn't want to answer the call at this time, but after seeing the caller ID, he still chose to answer the call.

"Hello. Is this Yang Jian?" A young girl's voice came from the phone. Her voice was a little reserved and hesitant.

"It's me, what's wrong with Miao Xiaoshan? You called me so late?" Yang Jian replied.

This is his classmate from junior high school to high school, Miao Xiaoshan, who studied in this city after the last college entrance examination.

"Are you busy now?" Miao Xiaoshan asked softly on the phone.

Yang Jian looked at the sunken door in front of him: "Nothing happened, I was planning to sleep."

"Although it's not appropriate to say this at this time, if you are free tonight, can you come and visit my dormitory at school? A friend of mine who is in the same dormitory is missing." Miao Xiaoshan's tone revealed a hint of nervousness.

Yang Jian said: "If you are missing, you should report it to the police."

"I don't think this is as simple as an ordinary disappearance. My intuition tells me that it may have something to do with that thing." Miao Xiaoshan said in a suppressed voice.

"Do you think it's a supernatural event?" Yang Jian's tone was very calm. For people like him, dealing with supernatural events has become routine.

Miao Xiaoshan said: "Yeah, but I'm not sure, so I wanted to ask you to have a look."

"When did your friend disappear? Where has he been before, and has he done anything?" Yang Jian asked.

The probability of supernatural events happening for no reason is very small, and most of them are signs.

For example, the ghost knocking on the door incident and the ghost baby incident that he experienced were just these details that people would subconsciously ignore.

"She disappeared today. I'm sure she never left school. She went to an art gallery in the morning and brought back an oil painting. She disappeared without knowing when, and she didn't take her phone with her. "Miao Xiaoshan said.

Art museum, oil painting?

When Yang Jian heard these two words, his expression suddenly changed.

"Get away from that painting and find an open place to wait for me."

"I see."

Upon hearing this reminder, Miao Xiaoshan's tone immediately showed fear.

She is someone who has experienced supernatural events. From Yang Jian's words, she can clearly judge that there is something wrong with the oil painting placed in the dormitory that is only separated from her by a bed.

inside the room.

He Tianxiong also heard Yang Jian talking on the phone, and he hurriedly said: "Yang Jian, five minutes are up, you must keep your promise."

However, no one answered him outside the door. Only the sound of footsteps leaving hastily came. At the same time, the ghost that invaded his body receded like the tide and disappeared into the room along the crack in the door.

Outside the door, it was quiet.

"Let go, are you giving up on killing me?" He Tianxiong was almost weak. He slumped on the ground and panted. Feeling that his body was regaining consciousness, he felt an indescribable sense of joy.

He knew it wasn't that Yang Jian couldn't kill him, nor was it a matter of time, but the phone call and the person who made the call.

In Yang Jian's opinion, his own life was not as useful as the caller's words.

"I never want to face this guy again. Now I understand Jiang Shangbai's fear of him."

He Tianxiong felt like his body was shaking. Facing this Yang Jian was like facing a real ghost. It was powerful and desperate. It didn't give anyone the slightest chance to resist. All you could do was struggle to escape and then wait in despair. die.

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