Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian was already prepared to deal with the music box curse before it came.

Whether it was the plan, the coffin, or the weapons, they were all completed in a short time.

The reason why he is in such a hurry is because Yang Jian is not sure whether the time of the curse revealed by the human skin paper is accurate. If he really responds according to the time, what if something unexpected happens in the middle? .

You can make any kind of joke, but you can't make jokes about life.

Especially your own life.

Yang Jian was prepared to deal with the outbreak of the curse a day early. He now transported the coffin into the secret room of the safe house, then took the newly made spear, the old blood-stained newspaper, and his mobile phone switch. Good door, lying in the coffin.

In order to prevent his mobile phone from running out of power, he also brought a power bank with him.

Then, he lifted up the heavy metal coffin board next to it and slowly closed it.

Yang Jian designed the coffin lid into a chute style, which was also an arrangement to prevent him from losing control and easily escaping from the coffin.

"Crack!"

The sound of a heavy metal card slot sounded, and the coffin lid was sealed.

In such a closed environment, a living person would quickly suffocate to death.

But Yang Jian didn't care. If he could get through this, he wouldn't be considered alive when he woke up, and he wouldn't need breathing or oxygen at all.

A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of depression came over me.

It seemed like I was back to the scene when I was hiding in a body bag in Huanggang Village.

There was no darkness in the coffin, a layer of red light shrouded the small space.

Yang Jian used the ghost domain to check the sealing of the coffin.

My craftsmanship is pretty good.

Once this metal coffin is covered, it can even isolate the ghost realm. After all, the interfaces are made of gold, and no corners are cut. There is no problem in being used to imprison evil ghosts.

"Since everything is okay, then everything begins."

After Yang Jian lay down, he took a slight breath and picked up the old blood-stained newspaper with both hands.

The strange newspaper was densely filled with lines of writing of different sizes.

"I am Yang Jian."

He wanted to use the supernatural power contained in the blood-stained old newspaper to remind him of his identity, so that he could retrieve his own memories in a few days, instead of his consciousness dissipating and his memory becoming someone else's memories.

Like those who suffered punishment in ancient times.

Yang Jian covered his face with the old newspaper.

The old newspaper with blood was very strange. It stuck to Yang Jian's flesh in an instant, directly covering his eyes, nose, and mouth, leaving only the outline of his facial features.

Can't breathe, very uncomfortable.

Feeling like he was suffocating, Yang Jian opened his mouth and subconsciously tried to take a breath of air. As a result, the newspaper was dented and stuck tighter.

Although this bloody old newspaper looks fragile, it is actually very difficult to tear.

Yang Jian's entire face was covered with no gaps left.

But he is not suffocated yet and is still conscious, and even if he is really suffocated, he will not die because the curse of the music box is still echoing in his mind. No matter how serious Yang Jian is until this curse stops, He won't die from any injuries, even if his head is cut in half, he will still survive.

"let's start."

Yang Jian thought for the last time and checked it again. After making sure there was no problem, he reached out and pulled out the coffin nails that had been nailing the ghost shadow.

No.

Now it's not a nail in the coffin, but a spear full of cracks.

Once removed.

The suppressed complete ghost figure immediately resumed action.

soon.

Yang Jian's body control was taken away, and he returned to the state he had in Mingyue Community. His body was out of control, but his consciousness was awake.

At the same time, the situation of ghosts invading consciousness appeared again.

Yang Jian felt a cold and strange thing trying to engulf his consciousness, but all this was blocked by the ringing of the music box.

Just as expected.

The supernatural confrontation creates a fragile balance.

This process will continue until the curse of the music box ends. Until the curse breaks out, everything will change dramatically.

that's all.

Yang Jian, whose face was covered with blood-stained old newspapers, lay cold and stiff in the coffin he made himself, like a corpse, waiting for time to brew and slowly rot.

No one can imagine it.

This seemingly ordinary corpse actually still has consciousness. If the plan succeeds, the consciousness will return and replace the ghost, becoming a ghost with the consciousness of a living person.

Time passed little by little.

Yang Jian's body remained motionless, and everything fell into deathly silence.

But the next morning.

There was a faint light in the dark, cold coffin.

The light came from a mobile phone next to Yang Jian's body.

There was a text message on the phone.

The person who sent the text message was Feng Quan.

But by that time, Yang Jian didn't know all this and couldn't care about it.

Feng Quan's text message was not sent to Yang Jian alone, but to a group of people. The target of this group message was the entire team members of Yang Jian, and the content of the text message only had two words.

"Help!"

This is actually a distress message.

Inside the Shangtong Building in the early morning.

The ones on duty today are Tong Qian and Zhang Han.

"What's going on? Tong Qian, did you receive it? It's a text message from Feng Quan. He actually sent a distress message." Zhang Han was very surprised. He looked at the message on his phone and confirmed it repeatedly, and found that it was indeed correct.

It's not a spam message, nor was it sent by mistake on purpose.

"I also received."

Tong Qian frowned. He was using the headquarters' satellite positioning mobile phone, which could directly confirm the identity of the person who sent the text message.

"It does belong to Feng Quan, and he is in Dachang City, but the location information shows that he is still moving and has not reached the city yet."

Zhang Han's expression changed: "The captain is not here now, what should we do now?"

Only Tong Qian knew about Yang Jian hiding in safe house No. 1, but he would not be stupid enough to leak such intelligence information everywhere, so he just told Zhang Han that Yang Jian was going on a business trip for a few days and would not be back for the time being.

"Yang Jian is not here, I will be in charge here. Since Feng Quan sent a distress message, I naturally wanted to go over and have a look." After Tong Qian finished speaking, she stood up and prepared to leave.

Zhang Han was startled for a moment: "But we don't have a ghost domain. It's not easy to provide support from such a long distance."

Tong Qian said: "What is the ghost realm and not the ghost realm? We are human beings. Don't we know how to drive there? Yang Jian uses the ghost realm indiscriminately because he is special. How can ordinary ghost controllers withstand such unscrupulous behavior? Do you think you can’t die quickly enough by using supernatural powers?”

"But I remember that the company was equipped with a helicopter some time ago, so I went to Zhang Hua to ask."

Zhang Hua is the liaison officer sent by the headquarters.

Responsible for coordinating Yang Jian's handling of supernatural events, and also responsible for all aspects of support.

"There is indeed a helicopter. Do you need to use it?" Zhang Hua heard Tong Qian said that he wanted to travel and immediately confirmed the situation.

"Yes, I need to use it now. The situation may be urgent." Tong Qian said.

Zhang Hua nodded and said: "No problem, I will make arrangements immediately. The helicopter will take off immediately in three minutes. Please rush to the apron."

"Thank you."

After Tong Qian finished speaking, she immediately took the exclusive elevator and headed to the helipad on the top floor.

Zhang Hua also immediately informed the pilot to prepare for takeoff.

"Is it just the two of us? Huang Ziya, Li Yang, don't they need to be called over?" Zhang Han said with some worry on the way to the helicopter.

"Don't worry too much. Let's go over and check the situation first. It's unlikely that there will be a large-scale supernatural event near Dachang City. Feng Quan's positioning signal has been moving. I tried to send him a message, but he didn't reply, so I haven't confirmed the authenticity. Under the circumstances, it would be very reckless to mobilize all personnel," Tong Qian said.

He learned this from Yang Jian.

When Yang Jian went to Dachuan City before, he only took Li Yang with him. When he encountered something he couldn't handle, he called him and Xiong Wenwen for support.

This way the risk becomes lower.

Now that Yang Jian is away, Tong Qian temporarily acts as the captain, and she needs to take the lead.

soon.

A helicopter took off from Shangtong Building and quickly rushed to the source of the signal.

Feng Quan's positioning signal came from a section of highway on the outskirts of Dachang City.

It's very foggy here.

Everything around is shrouded in thick fog.

Moreover, this thick fog is constantly moving towards Dachang City.

The strange thing is that this thick fog has no intention of dissipating. Instead, as time goes by, it covers a wider area and becomes thicker at the same time.

In thick fog.

A hurried and embarrassed figure emerged.

This is a man in his mid-twenties, dirty and smelly, with a thick layer of mud stuck to his body, hair, and face. At first glance, he looks like a clay figure, but at the same time, he feels like he has been buried in the mud for many years. Just like digging it out again every day, the body still carries the stench of decay.

He is Feng Quan.

Codename, Ghost Mist.

There was no expression on Feng Quan's dirt-covered face, only a strange and stiff look.

But the pair of eyes exposed revealed uneasiness and anxiety.

The ghost mist is moving, and so is he.

But he is not an alien, nor does he have any evil intentions.

Using the Ghost Mist Ghost Realm to move consumes a lot of money for him. Once used for a long time, he will immediately lose his balance and die from the ghost's resurrection.

But Feng Quan had to do this.

Because he was very unlucky, he aroused the vigilance and hostility of some people when he was investigating his former colleague Pei Dong and the curse of the pendulum clock.

So he is being hunted.

The battle between ghost masters has always been a matter of life and death.

"Dadong City, an ancient house in the Republic of China, is where the pendulum clock curse comes from." Feng Quan gritted his teeth and growled: "You can't keep this secret."

The sound floated out of the thick fog.

But on this highway, an old taxi followed closely without being thrown away.

This taxi is very old and is already antique-level. You can't even see it in a car scrapyard now. It's hard to imagine that this thing can still be driven.

"Kill you, and the secret will be kept. Pei Dong is a waste. He ran away from Tong Qian and failed to kill you, causing important information to be leaked. That curse is related to the life and death of many people, and you shouldn't I've been investigating this matter out of curiosity. Wouldn't it be better if you just hid in Dachang City since you survived last time? Under the protection of Yang Jian, you can wait for death in peace."

A cold voice came from inside the old taxi.

It was a man driving a car, about thirty years old, wearing a hood, a mask, and a down jacket, with only one pair of eyes exposed.

In the back of the taxi, two people were sitting,

One is Pei Dong, codenamed Gui Mo Tou.

His face was gloomy, his scalp was cracked, and there were hideous marks, as if something had ripped open his scalp alive.

The other one was a skinny man with red bloodshot eyes, like a walking mummy, which made people feel creepy.

three people.

The three of them are all ghost masters, just to hunt down Feng Quan who investigated the pendulum clock curse.

Feng Quan was obviously unable to fight against the three men and could only escape.

"You can't leave. The cost of using the ghost realm is very high. Although you have controlled two ghosts, you will still be in danger of the ghosts resurrecting. You cannot compare with those aliens, so this is the end."

Comes with the sound.

The old taxi accelerated again and rushed directly into the thick fog.

That thick fog is a ghost fog.

It is both a ghost land and a terrifying place that can swallow living people.

However, what is incredible is that after this old and almost scrapped taxi rushed into the thick fog, the nearby dense fog was quickly dissipating, as if it had been dispersed.

"Suppress it?"

Feng Quan's heart trembled, and he actually felt that the restlessness of his own recovery was calming down.

Normally this would be good news, but now.

The car sped by, lights coming on behind it.

Echoing with the piercing and weird sound of trumpets.

Feng Quan subconsciously looked back.

The old and almost scrapped taxi appeared in front of him for some unknown reason.

"How can it be?"

Feng Quan opened his eyes wide, extremely shocked and surprised.

But the next moment.

His body shook violently, and a huge force came from him. The old taxi knocked his whole body violently out.

The body is disintegrating, the consciousness is blurring, and the head is roaring.

"Yes, it's a supernatural thing." Such an idea appeared in Feng Quan's mind.

But then, he fell heavily to the ground.

His body was in pieces, his head tilted, and he fell on the highway in a strange posture.

The thick fog dissipated and the sound of brakes stopped.

Liao Fan got out of the car with a sinister look on his face: "Aren't you dead yet? Your other ghost's life-saving ability is really strong. Once hit by this ghost taxi, a real ghost can be knocked away and trapped in a short-term death trap." In this state, you cannot move, but the balance of your body has been broken, and you will die soon."

Beside the old taxi, Liao Fan, Pei Dong, and another person looked coldly at the motionless and twisted Feng Quan.

Just wait until his consciousness completely dissipates and then leave.

As for whether there would be supernatural incidents here, he couldn't control it.

This is not their responsibility. They are only responsible for killing Feng Quan and interrupting the headquarters' investigation of Dadong City and the ancient residence of the Republic of China.

"I think we should leave now. This is Dachang City, Yang Jian's territory. If he comes, it will be difficult for us to leave." Pei Dong lowered his voice and warned.

"Even if we come, we won't be able to stay." Liao Fan's voice was hoarse and emotionless.

"Don't forget, he had a fight with Ye Zhen in Dahai City, and the nail in the coffin was in his hands."

Liao Fan continued: "It's okay, just kill him and leave. Although we don't need to conflict with the captain-level figure, it doesn't mean that I am afraid of him. Moreover, I am not sure about Feng Quan's death, and it is not easy to communicate there. "

Pei Dong and the other person were silent.

At this moment, thick layers of soil gradually appeared on Feng Quan's body.

It was black and smelly grave soil.

The grave soil was constantly swallowing his body, trying to cover it up.

This is a balance failure, and the evil ghost has revived.

However, at this moment, the sound of propellers came from the distant sky.

A helicopter flew quickly from the direction of the city center of Dachang City.

"No, Yang Jian is here." Pei Dong was startled and said hurriedly.

He suffered a loss at the hands of Yang Jian and almost died. Later, he had a chance to escape. He didn't dare to have any thoughts of revenge and just wanted to hide far away.

If Feng Quanfei hadn't wanted to investigate the pendulum clock curse this time, he wouldn't have come to Dachang City again.

"Wait, it's not Yang Jian."

Another man who looked like a mummy said: "If it is Yang Jian, it has been covered with ghost domain first. Many people in the hands-on habit circle know his file information. It is not difficult to analyze it if you pay attention."

Liao Fan grinned, his laughter still hoarse and strange: "So Yang Jian is not in Dachang City, no, no, Yang Jian is in Dachang City. I bought his itinerary information before coming here. He was in Dachang City yesterday."

"Then why didn't he come?" Pei Dong asked.

"He has a problem and can't come. Feng Quan must have sent a distress message on the way. If this didn't lead Yang Jian here, the answer is already obvious. It seems that the last fight with Ye Zhen had a great impact on him, hey , it seems that I should thank Ye Zhen later." Liao Fan was keenly aware of something and made a judgment.

This kind of judgment was terrifyingly accurate. Just because Yang Jian's ghost realm didn't appear, it was judged that something was wrong with him and he couldn't come out.

It was almost like seeing it with my own eyes.

Obviously, he is also a top ghost controller and has the qualities of a top ghost controller.

"Feng Quan is in trouble, something goes wrong with Yang Jian, then the person on the plane should be... Tong Qian with a grimace."

Liao Fan raised his head and looked at the helicopter that was getting closer and closer.

"Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, let's wipe out Ghost Eye Yang Jian's team in one wave to avoid future revenge, and take away the coffin nail by the way."

Another man who looked like a mummy said in a low voice.

"Do you really want to take action? I remember that you should know Yang Jian, so you don't miss the old relationship at all." Liao Fan glanced at the mummy-like man.

"As long as we are sure that something is really wrong with Yang Jian, we will rush into Dachang City. Yang Jian has a lot of things in his hands, enough to exchange our lives for half a year, or even a year." The mummified man said.

Liao Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and thought for a moment: "Okay, as long as Tong Qian is finished and Yang Jian has another problem, I will go to Dachang City for a walk. I have been coveting the coffin nail in his hand for a long time."

"Ye Zhen was nailed to the ground. If we really get it, we might be able to get rid of the curse."

A quick discussion took place.

A plan was formed.

At this moment the helicopter stopped on the highway.

Tong Qian and Zhang Han jumped down.

"Ghost-faced Tong Qian?" Liao Fan actually had a weird chuckle in his tone after seeing it.

"you know me?"

On one side of Tong Qian's head, under the scarf, a weird androgynous smiling face faced him.

"But just now, you laughed? Was it that funny? Try laughing again."

He smiled at Liao Fan, but on the other face he saw Feng Quan, who was unconscious and in a state of recovery. His heart suddenly shuddered, and a surge of anger surged into his heart.

These people are taking action against Feng Quan.

And Feng Quan actually couldn't resist,

Is it because there are too many people on the other side, or because one of the three people is too powerful, Feng Quan can't even escape.

"Feng Quan is the person in charge. Have you thought about the price of taking action against him?" Tong Qian asked the three of them with a grimace.

The breeze blew and the scarf fell off his face.

Three faces suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask so many questions. People like you are criminals among ghost masters. There is no reason to explain. The best way to deal with people like you is to kill them, because your existence will only cause more trouble. The great impact and damage will cause more people to die, so I ask you to die."

Tong Qian has experienced a lot, and the innocence in his heart has long been buried.

next moment,

He smiled.

No, it was his grimace that was smiling.

"Very good, just say hello and start. Tong Qian, you are different from what is written in the information." Liao Fan did not show any fear or shrinkage, but was eager to try.

It's not because Tong Qian is weak, but because Yang Jian hasn't appeared until now.

The previous judgment was confirmed.

Something was wrong with Yang Jian.

"Do it."

Liao Fan shouted in a hoarse voice.

"damn it."

Zhang Han's face turned ugly instantly. He never expected that just coming over to have a look would turn into this.

We need to fight three ghost masters.

When was the last time you took action?

It should have been when he and Yang Jian were fighting against the ghost coffin in Huanggang Village.