Mysterious resurgence

"Did you find anything special?"

"No, this table has been inspected. Apart from these few things on the table, there is nothing else worthy of attention."

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong carefully explored the wooden table.

Excluding other suspicious places, the two of them once again focused their attention on the notes on the table.

The handwriting is like symbols that cannot be deciphered. No matter how you look at it, you cannot make out the content on it.

However, out of caution, they did not dare to take anything on it at will, for fear of breaking a certain balance and making the situation here worse.

"If we don't find anything else, we shouldn't waste time here. We should look for other ways and find a way to get out of this ghost place." Wan Tong said.

"Don't worry, we will definitely run into Yang Jian when we go out now. This place is very secret, and I believe we can avoid Yang Jian's attack, so we will stay here for a few days and wait until things calm down before we go out."

Zhang Qing has the opposite idea. He thinks this is a good shelter.

Although it looks dangerous and weird, it is relatively safe.

There is absolutely no way Yang Jian can find this place.

"That's okay. By the way, how is Liu Baimu? He can't live long like this." Wan Tong looked at the pale head on the table.

Liu Baimu's eyes were closed tightly, his breath was cold, and there was no movement, as if he was dead.

"I won't live long. Without my body, I can't just rely on the pendulum clock curse to prolong the time of death. That Yang Jian is really ruthless. He directly used supernatural objects to deal with me, without giving me any chance to deal with it."

He felt that he had lost unjustly.

But I also felt helpless.

The confrontation between ghost masters is like this. Everyone has a chance to kill the other. It depends on whether you seize the opportunity or not.

"Do you have any good ideas now?" Zhang Qing hesitated, looked at the head and asked.

Liu Baimu had kept his eyes closed before, and he was also thinking about this problem.

But judging from the current situation, he is more likely to die here.

"No idea." He fell silent after saying this.

Maybe you have accepted this cruel reality.

He is about to die.

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong looked at each other, but they didn't expect that Liu Baimu would also have such a desperate day.

Is that Yang Jian really that scary?

After they restarted, they lost the memory of that half hour, so they had not really fought against Yang Jian's team, and naturally they had never experienced the feeling of being easily killed in despair.

Time passed little by little.

However, when the time in the ancient house came to a certain moment again, the strange bell sounded again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull but loud bells echoed throughout the ancient house, reaching every corner. The sound of the pendulum clock could even be faintly heard outside the ancient house.

"The sound of the pendulum clock is coming again." Yang Jian, who was waiting on the third floor of the ancient house, was immediately frightened when he heard the sound.

He immediately took out his pocket watch and paid attention to the time in the ancient house.

At this moment, something incredible happened again.

The minute hand on the pocket watch is being moved by an invisible force, moving forward rapidly.

Time did not restart to half an hour ago like last time, but accelerated.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

He took action at six o'clock and killed the other ghost masters in the ancient house again before six-thirty. The time is now seven o'clock.

Now with the ringing of the bell this time, the time in the ancient house is moving forward unexpectedly.

The time quickly came to half past seven.

This is the time on the pocket watch.

But there is still no change in the time in the outside world, because the supernatural power of the pendulum clock can only affect this ancient house. Even if people outside hear the bell outside this ancient house, nothing will happen.

The bells that echoed in the ancient house soon disappeared.

"There was no movement, everything was normal, and the person who was killed just now did not come back to life."

"There's nothing wrong with us."

"Wait, there's a signal, we've found Li Yang's location."

Feng Quan, Tong Qian, and Huang Ziya were assigned different tasks. They were vigilant about their surroundings, themselves, and looking for Li Yang. In the end, after the bell rang, they suddenly received Li Yang's signal.

"It's good that those people haven't been resurrected. Contact Li Yang and prepare to evacuate the ancient house. There are still a few fish that slipped through the net, so don't worry about it for now. Time is indeed chaotic in this place. I'm afraid that I will get lost if I continue to stay here."

Yang Jian is ready to evacuate after confirming that the restart incident is over.

The others nodded in deep understanding.

The effect of this operation has already been achieved, and it is really not worth taking any more risks.

But just as they were about to leave and pass by the stairs on the third floor, the door that had disappeared and reappeared before appeared strangely in front of them.

The old wooden door was slightly open, and inside was a steep staircase leading upstairs.

The steps are narrow and depressing, allowing only one person to pass.

"It's the door that disappeared before. That's where the ghost entered just now." Feng Quan stopped suddenly.

Yang Jian glanced at it. He shook the cracked golden spear in his hand and thought for a moment. "Don't worry about it. I don't want to repeat the supernatural incident in Room 301."

The incident in Room 301 in Dachuan City nearly killed him last time. Now that he was leading a team, he naturally did not dare to go deep into such a bizarre room.

What if the door disappears after the next bell rings, wouldn't it trap the entire team inside?

"That's right, there's no need to put yourself at risk." Feng Quan nodded and withdrew his gaze.

No longer curious about this place.

But just when they were about to leave.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, as if someone was slowly walking down from above.

The footsteps were dull and consistent, giving people a stiff feeling.

"No living person can walk away from this kind of footsteps." Yang Jian gestured for everyone to stay away.

"If the ghost inside wanders out, I will deal with it."

He decided to take another look.

But soon.

Yang Jian saw a headless corpse wearing modern clothes slowly walking down the dim and cramped stairwell step by step.

That was Liu Baimu’s body.

But the body is here, but the head is missing.

The body comes out.

The spear in Yang Jian's hand had already been thrust out.

The coffin-nail suppression was formed instantly, leaving no room for resistance.

The corpse lost its movement and instantly fell to the ground.

"It's the body left by Liu Baimu, who is in the stage of the ghost's recovery." Yang Jian immediately understood what was going on.

Liu Baimu, who had just escaped, walked up the stairs, but was killed by his own hatchet curse on the way.

"It's just that there should be more than just Liu Baimu walking together." Yang Jian thought for a while, and his ghost shadow covered him, trying to trigger the medium to see how many people had entered the room.

However, the medium triggered him, and he saw Liu Baimu, Zhang Qing in the wheelchair, and the figure of Wan Tong.

In addition, he also saw the lifeless middle-aged man standing on the steps.

etc.

Sudden.

The medium was disturbed in some way, and thick blood seeped out from the wall on the stairs like black ink, gradually eroding the picture in front of him.

The medium is interrupted and the picture disappears.

Yang Jian subconsciously took a step back, feeling an indescribable danger.

"The medium of the hatchet cannot be extended, and it seems to be isolated by a more special supernatural power."

at the same time.

After the bells in the ancient house rang.

Behind the desk in the dark, gloomy cell.

I don't know when a strange figure suddenly appeared. The figure was sitting at the desk, slightly immersed in writing something. At the same time, the other half of the symbols-like notes on the table gradually emerged.

The content is like the broken strokes being completed, making the unrecognizable handwriting legible.

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong on the side were still unaware. They were still looking around, looking for the source of the bell.

Obviously, he did not find the position of the pendulum clock.

Swish, swish, swish!

As the bell disappeared, everything returned to silence, but a slight movement suddenly appeared behind them, which attracted the attention of two people.

That was the sound of a pen writing.

It's very subtle, but it's particularly obvious in this extremely quiet environment.

The two people's nerves became tense instantly.

"Is there anyone on the table behind you?"

Such an idea suddenly appeared in their minds.