Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian used Zhang Zhidong, an ordinary person, as a bait, and combined it with a dead doll to divert the attack of the evil ghost to create a supernatural conflict. The purpose was to make the ghost on the red wooden bench break away from the shackles of the medium and truly reveal himself.

As long as the evil ghost appears, it can definitely be restricted under the current conditions.

really.

As the supernatural conflict occurred, the red wooden bench began to shake violently, and a terrifying and strange figure emerged.

That was the figure of a fierce ghost.

It's just that this figure is very blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of haze, with only a humanoid outline that is not clear enough, and this humanoid outline is also distorted, as if it is struggling, and seems to disappear at any time.

The ghost wants to kill the scapegoat in Yang Jian's hand because Zhang Zhidong triggered Li Gui's killing pattern.

But the ghost cannot leave the medium of the red wooden stool.

So in this kind of supernatural conflict, how do ghosts kill the scapegoat?

Yang Jian squinted his eyes slightly, holding the dirty old doll in his hand, waiting for the situation to happen further.

No one can predict what will happen during the supernatural conflict. He only makes bold guesses based on his past experience and his personal way of doing things.

"A ghost has appeared." Feng Quan also stared at the strange ghost on the red wooden bench.

"No, it's not an appearance yet, it's just that the supernatural power has begun to affect reality. The ghost has not really been exposed from the medium, and the supernatural conflict is still going on." Tong Qian was also observing carefully, and he saw the figure of this fierce ghost Not stable.

The ghost wanted to attack the scapegoat in Yang Jian's hand, but he refused to leave the red wooden bench.

The medium is restraining the ghost.

At the same time, the ghost's killing pattern is forcing the ghost to act.

Under this situation, the ghost was fighting against himself, and Yang Jian was like an experienced hunter, playing with this terrifying ghost.

The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts!

This sentence seems to have been understood very thoroughly by Yang Jian. He has never thought about using the power of living people to fight against the ghosts, but has been trying to create this kind of supernatural conflict and even create a logical infinite loop.

"Look over there, the other red wooden benches are starting to break." Suddenly, Li Yang pointed to the rows of strange red wooden benches in the lobby of the building.

Those red wooden benches seemed to have lost some kind of support at this moment, and cracks began to appear, and then they broke apart directly, and then the wood on the ground continued to crack and turned into a pile of sawdust, and then the pile of sawdust It all seemed to turn into a cold breath that drifted away with the wind.

"The red wooden bench is the medium for ghosts. Now that ghosts want to break away from the red wooden bench, there is no need for this medium to exist without the support of supernatural power." Feng Quan said immediately.

Then his eyes quickly shifted to the red wooden bench in front of him.

The ghost's figure became clearer and clearer.

They could even see the old clothes on the ghost that did not look like modern style, as well as the cold and blurry face.

It's just that this evil ghost has no legs.

No.

The ghost's legs were curled up against the red wooden bench, as if they were growing together.

Ghosts cannot move, and the red wooden bench is an item that carries ghosts.

The ghost appears through the wooden bench and kills the people on the wooden bench.

But at this moment, the ghost was trying to get up and leave. The stiff body was twisting and struggling, and then bit by bit freed itself from the shackles of the wooden bench.

elsewhere in the building.

The strange wooden bench that appeared before began to break and shatter in a more rapid manner, and then turned into powder and disappeared.

The number of media is declining at an unimaginable rate.

Once the ghost completely leaves the red wooden bench, all media will disappear.

Ghosts will also completely invade reality.

Zhang Zhidong, who was used as a bait, was now so frightened that he almost fainted. Others could not see clearly, but he could see it very clearly.

An extremely terrifying ghost was twisting its stiff body like a corpse beside him.

With a blurry face and empty eyes, he looked at himself from time to time, as if he was going to kill him at any time, but I don't know why every time this evil ghost would be attracted by something and turn to stare in another direction, and both There seems to be an invisible battle going on between them.

Zhang Zhidong was not stupid. He instinctively felt that once this terrible ghost attacked him, he would definitely die.

Because he couldn't move his body and had lost control, he couldn't do anything even if he wanted to escape.

As the supernatural confrontation continues, various changes continue to occur.

Except for the red wooden bench where Zhidong was sitting, almost all the other red wooden benches used as media have disappeared. The supernatural phenomena in Ning'an Building have been well eliminated.

Even Yang Jian himself could feel that the ghost domain of the ghost eye could continue to extend without any obstacles.

This is both good news and bad news.

Without the restraint of the medium, ghosts are at risk of losing control and may become even more dangerous.

"The situation doesn't seem to be as smooth as expected." Yang Jian frowned slightly.

He found that the ghost's struggle on the wooden bench began to become smaller at this moment, not as violent as before, and the figure of the ghost began to gradually become blurred again, as if it was about to disappear from his eyes again.

"Did it fail? The restraint of the media seems to be stronger, and the scapegoat seems to be unable to lure this ghost out." Feng Quan said with a bit of surprise.

The scapegoat in Yang Jian's hand was still struggling and moving.

This shows that the effect of the scapegoat doll is still there.

Although it is a one-time supernatural item, there has been no problem with this thing so far. Could it be that this time the scapegoat is unable to deflect the attack of the evil ghost on the wooden bench?

"Whether it has failed depends on whether Zhang Zhidong, who is also sitting on the wooden bench, is still alive. If he is dead, it means that the scapegoat has lost its effect. In the confrontation between the supernatural and the supernatural, the ghost is stronger."

But what is very strange is that Zhang Zhidong is not dead either.

Although he was frightened and frightened, he was still living well.

The ghost's figure had become blurred, leaving only a strange outline. The struggling movements stopped, the wooden bench stopped shaking, and Zhang Zhidong was not attacked by the ghost.

The expected situation went awry.

"Hey, there's no movement. Xiao Yang, did you break it?" Xiong Wenwen couldn't help but say.

Feng Quan lit a cigarette and started smoking: "The ghost did not kill anyone, nor did it leave the red wooden bench to kill the scapegoat. The ghost did not disappear. It seems that the supernatural nature has been changed."

"Deadlock?" Li Yang looked at Yang Jian.

"It's not a crash. If the ghost is dead, then the wooden stool as a medium should also disappear, but it has not disappeared. Maybe the ghost will have other changes after the death of the dead doll, but it seems to be a good thing at the moment. The ghost seems to have stopped. activity and fell into a special state."

Yang Jian felt that this ghost seemed to be in conflict with itself and had entered a strange balance.

What maintains balance is the scapegoat in his hand.

But the scapegoat cannot exist forever, it will be consumed.

"Take this red wooden bench away, and then check to see if there are other red wooden benches in the building. If there are not, then this supernatural incident has been solved. As long as ordinary people have no access to the medium, then it will be fine. "Tong Qian said.

Yang Jian looked up at Ning'an Building at this moment.

Ghostland coverage.

Everything in the building was clearly visible to the ghost eyes.

"It can be confirmed that this is the last red wooden bench. The other red wooden benches seemed to have disappeared during the conflict just now. It seems that this situation is not bad."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, and then looked at Zhang Zhidong: "Can you still move?"

At this time, Zhang Zhidong's attention was entirely on the fierce ghost next to him.

He stared at the ghost who was gradually falling into calm, his heart was beating fast and he didn't dare to make any move.

Zhang Zhidong himself didn't realize that he was not eroded by the supernatural power now. He could move, but his body was still sitting there tightly, as if he still didn't obey his orders.

He didn't respond to Yang Jian's questions and seemed not to hear them.

However, through observation, he could already see signs of twitching in Zhang Zhidong's hands and feet.

It was a tremor caused by excessive tension.

This shows that the red wooden stool's suppression of him has failed.

Yang Jian walked over, grabbed his collar and picked him up again.

As soon as he left the red wooden bench, the ghost in front of him immediately disappeared, leaving only a vague and strange figure remaining on the bench.

At this moment, Zhang Zhidong woke up.

"It seems that this matter has been dealt with for the time being. Take away the red wooden stool, along with the ghost on it, and imprison it to prevent the red wooden stool from appearing elsewhere again."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he let go of Zhang Zhidong: "Your mission is completed. Things are simpler than imagined."

Then his ghost eyes opened and the ghost realm spread.

Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Li Yang, Huang Ziya and others are disappearing rapidly.

They were leaving, leaving Dadong City and returning to Dachang City.

The red wooden bench incident is considered over. Although the evil ghost is still there, Yang Jian controlled the last medium and imprisoned the ghost.

Zhang Zhidong was dumbfounded as soon as he came to his senses.

The group of people who were still in front of me had disappeared at this time.

The red wooden bench also disappeared.

"I almost forgot." At this time, Yang Jian's figure suddenly appeared again, and he strode towards Zhang Zhidong.

A cold, black palm slowly lifted up.

"You, what do you want to do?" Zhang Zhidong subconsciously stepped back, feeling uneasy.

"I'll perform an operation on you." Yang Jian just finished speaking, and his black palm suddenly stabbed into Zhang Zhidong's head.

"ah!"

He yelled subconsciously.

However, it was not painful. Even though a palm was completely inserted into his forehead, he did not feel any pain at all. He just felt a flash of coldness, which made people shiver.

Yang Jian withdrew his palm. After he opened it, a small group of scarlet tumors was taken out.

Zhang Zhidong looked at the group of things stupidly, and when he was about to say something, the person in front of him had disappeared.

Everything has returned to calm.

There were no weird red wooden benches or that special group of people around.

"This is not a dream." Zhang Zhidong was stunned for a long time, and then he realized when gusts of cold wind blew and his body felt cold.

He had already left the hospital and stood in front of Ning'an Building in hospital clothes for a while.

After he came to his senses completely, he felt frightened when he recalled what had just happened, and hurriedly left the place as if running away.

While running, I was still thinking about everything that had just happened.

Are the ghosts on the wooden bench and that group of people real?

There are actually such bizarre and bizarre things in this world, and they even happened to me.

Zhang Zhidong was panting. He didn't know how long he ran before he arrived in front of the hospital lobby where he was before.

Seeing the bright lights and crowds of people in the hospital, the uneasiness and fear in my heart gradually eased.

He returned to the ward.

But tonight he didn't sleep all night.

The next day, he thought about what happened last night and immediately asked the doctor to re-examine his body.

As a result, something very bizarre happened.

He didn't have any disease. He was told that everything was normal after he was scheduled to undergo a craniotomy, and the tumor in his brain miraculously disappeared.

"Who is that person named Yang Jian?"

Later, Zhang Zhidong began to become curious about the bizarre thing last night, and he was eager to find an answer.

But Yang Jian didn't pay attention to Zhang Zhidong.

As an ordinary person and a stranger, Yang Jian rarely cares about

Although he didn't spend much time in Dadong City this time, only three or four hours in total, a lot of things happened.

I thought it was just a simple act of revenge, but I didn't expect that it would attract a ghost controller named Chen Qiaoyang, and the affairs of the Wang family's ancient residence seemed to involve a lot of things.

Of course, this operation was not completely fruitless.

He solved a group of potential threats, imprisoned a fierce ghost and the red wooden stool, and at the same time stole half of Chen Qiaoyang's memory, and learned the secret of the reopening of the Wang family's ancient house.

"This matter is over here. If you have nothing else to do, please go back and rest. In addition, please pay attention during this period. The number of ghost controllers who have suffered from the curse of the pendulum clock in the Wang family's ancient residence is not the same as today. , and there are some ghost masters who have been cursed, but have not been involved in this fight."

"Now that we have killed a large number of people, we are careful to attract some backlash and retaliation."

Yang Jian returned to Shangtong Building to set up a company and said to everyone.

"Also, Dachang City will be on heightened alert starting tomorrow. We can't be so lazy anymore. The appearance of Chen Qiaoyang is a very bad signal. It shows that there are earlier ghost masters still alive in this world."

"As supernatural events continue to occur, sooner or later these people will no longer be able to hide, and they will gradually emerge soon."

"For people who can survive from more than ten years ago, or even decades ago, you can imagine how dangerous they are."

Yang Jian's expression was not relaxed, but rather solemn.

Because he learned from Chen Qiaoyang's memory that he was not the only person who survived that period.

"It seems that the supernatural world will become more and more chaotic in the future." Feng Quan smoked a cigarette, frowned, and said in a dull voice: "But this also proves that our previous arrangement was correct."

"With the captain from the headquarters here, the situation should not get worse." Li Yang said.

Huang Ziya smiled at the side: "If someone named Chen Qiaoyang appears, he dares to fight with the three captains. If there are a few more, they might dare to attack the headquarters. The water in the supernatural circle is deep. I didn't think so before, but now It seems that we are still a little too naive, but fortunately, if the sky falls, our captain will hold it up."

After speaking, she winked at Yang Jian.

"That's wrong. People are not a big threat. The real threat is supernatural events, because people can communicate, negotiate, and intimidate, but ghosts can't." Yang Jian said.

Although he was concerned about being retaliated against, he was not too worried.

What worries him is supernatural events.

For example, the red wooden bench incident was a very ordinary supernatural incident, but it made Yang Jian feel a little helpless. The supernatural weapons in his hands, such as coffin nails and hatchets, were ineffective.

And the paper man carrying the sedan chair.

The fifth-level ghost realm was easily invaded. If he hadn't gone for Chen Qiaoyang, he would have faced unimaginable dangers.

The pendulum clock restarted by the Wang family is also an existence that Yang Jian currently has no solution for.

"Forget it, it's very late today. It's not appropriate to say this. If there is anything else, we can discuss it tomorrow." Yang Jian said.

"Go home and sleep, go home and sleep, I'm so sleepy." Xiong Wenwen immediately became excited when he heard that the meeting was about to end.

Yang Jian didn't say much. He disappeared with a flash of red light, and the ghost boy also disappeared at the same time.

"Damn, Xiao Yang, are you leaving now? Take me with you." Xiong Wenwen immediately shouted.

"Let's drive back. It's not far anyway. The captain must be busy with his own things," Tong Qian said.

Feng Quandao: "You guys go first. I'll stay at the company tonight to avoid any further accidents."

"Remember to notify us if anything happens," Li Yang said.

"certainly."

Soon, everyone broke up and left.

Feng Quan was the only one left in the empty office.

Feng Quan was smoking, but instead of dispersing, the smoke became thicker and thicker.

No, it's not smoke, it's fog.

In thick fog.

Feng Quan was deep in thought and murmuring: "Has my memory been altered?"