Chapter 882 Victory and cheating

Dead, dead?

Everyone in the ancient house opened their eyes wide and looked at the corpse without life characteristics nailed to the wall with a spear on the third floor, with an incredible look of shock on their faces.

Liu Baimu was killed?This is no joke.

Such people can't hold on for a few seconds in front of Yang Jian?

The coffin nails, the one that nails Liu Baimu is the coffin nail. Yang Jian just threw the coffin nails out, he really dared to do so.

This white-haired young man seemed to be named Liu Baimu, and he has a relatively high status among this group of people, but his losses made everyone in the ancient house panic for a moment. It seemed that no one expected that such a start would be.

The collision of supernatural powers is not something that can win if there are too many people on the side, but it depends on who can fully exert the supernatural powers without dying from the revival of the evil ghost.

So dying a top ghost driver first has already affected the whole situation.

After Yang Jian nailed Liu Baimu to death, he didn't even look at him. He knew that this guy was dead. After all, there was no possibility of turning over after being nailed by the coffin. Even if he couldn't stop this attack, he could not stop it.

He kept walking and headed straight for the person in front of him.

Kill Yang Jian soon, if he doesn't die, we will all die.The brief panic did not make them lose their ability to resist.

Various supernatural phenomena appeared beside Yang Jian.

While running, Yang Jian felt something behind him pulling his body. The breath was cold and terrifying, like a ghost wandering around his body.

But his face was as normal as he was covered with dark shadows under his feet, forcibly breaking free from the shackles of some evil spirit.

What a joke?

A man in his thirties opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Jian with a look of haunting.

He even doubted whether the supernatural power had interfered with Yang Jian, but it had no effect at all.

You know that even a real ghost can delay for a while.

not good.The man panicked and turned around and prepared to run away.

But the next moment he felt his body losing consciousness quickly, and he staggered and fell to the ground. A cold black shadow was eroding his body and depriving him of his control of his body.

Save, help...

Suddenly, his eyes shrank and he shouted for help.

But the next moment, he saw Yang Jian lift his foot and land.

Bang!

His whole body was shaken, and his head felt severe pain. Then his consciousness fell into a coma and could no longer wake up.

Do you really think that you didn’t die fast enough if you control a ghost?Yang Jian snorted coldly, and kept walking straight to the next one.

Damn, come to me?A man sitting in a wheelchair had a change in his face and he hurriedly wanted to leave.

But it's too late.

Yang Jian's black palm directly grabbed his neck and lifted it up from the wheelchair. A red light flashed in his dark eyes.

Once the ghost hand suppression was completed, half of the man's body fell off his body.

The half of the body seemed to be spliced ​​on his body, not a living person, but as if it was taken from a certain corpse.

Click!

He was not given any chance, and his neck was cut off directly, and then he planned to kill the third ghost driver.

But at this time, Yang Jian stopped.

He looked down slightly, his eyes shrank, and he immediately saw that his feet were actually hugged by a decayed corpse.

He tried to struggle but couldn't move, his feet were fixed as if they had roots, and the feeling of losing control continued as the incident went through.

Yang Jian, don’t be too self-righteous.

A woman in her early twenties and wearing a thick down jacket stared at him: No matter how powerful you are, you are just a person. Do you just don’t take us seriously?

You are very good.

Yang Jian turned to look at her, and the red light in his eyes became more and more obvious.

There is no need for you to praise me.The woman said coldly.

Yang Jian said: You misunderstood. I am not praising you. I said you are very good. It’s just a little troublesome to kill. It doesn’t mean I can’t kill you.

After saying that, he raised his hand.

now.

The golden spear that nailed Liu Baimu on the third floor was pulled down by a black ghost hand and then fell down from the upper floor.

The woman looked up and was shocked: Hurry, kill Yang Jian, Fang Tong, what are you doing?

Here comes.

A short but very strong man gritted his teeth and rushed straight towards him. Although he was frightened, he did not retreat.

This person is called Fang Tong, and his code name is Gui Chongren.

Although it is just a ghost, it is a killing rule.

As long as he hits him, the living will undoubtedly die.

This supernatural originated from Liao Fan's ghost rental, because he used to be the owner of an auto repair shop. After contacting the ghost rental, he was infected by some supernatural. He was bound to die, but he survived and relied on the pendulum bell curse.

In other words, he is the driver of the ghost rental.

But the next moment.

A man with a dead face stood in front of Yang Jian.

Do you really think we don’t exist?

Feng Quan grinned, his voice low, like a dead person buried in the grave.

Bang!

The next moment, he was knocked away by Fang Tong.

Rolling on the ground for several times, but stood up like someone who was fine.

The ground was covered with soil, and large pieces of it were sunken on the bumped chest. There was no living body inside, only white bones, and internal organs and muscles were all made of wet soil.

Not dead?

The man named Fang Tong stared at Feng Quan incredibly.

I have controlled three ghosts, why can you kill me in one go?

Feng Quan's face looked a little ferocious. He felt a kind of dizziness and severe pain. This pain did not come from the body, but seemed to torture his consciousness.

It seemed as if this guy could knock the consciousness of a living person out of his body, just like the one that was a ghost rental.

What a terrible attack.

If it were the other people in the team, the collision was dead.

Yang Jian glanced at Feng Quan, and the cracked spear had fallen.

Kaisokute.

The woman ran over and wanted to grab the thing.

Once this supernatural weapon falls into Yang Jian's hands, there is really no chance.

Have a chance?

The woman was nervous, with only the spear that kept falling in the air in her eyes.

If you can take it away, you might be able to kill Ghost Eye Yang Jian here.

This is an opportunity.

In the desperate situation of life and death, the woman burst out with unimaginable decisiveness and courage. At this moment, she had already decided to pull the life and death of herself and Yang Jian to the scale to weigh it, and see who was better.

Catched.

The next moment.

The falling spear was actually grabbed by the woman first. She grabbed the spear and felt a dreamy feeling for a moment.

good.

Yang Jian couldn't move his footsteps and was restricted, and his eyes were calmly watching the spear being taken.

Go and die.

The woman shouted at the top of her lungs, and she waved the strange weapon and slashed towards Yang Jian's head.

But the next moment, something unexpected happened.

The terrifying hatchet that could dismember the evil ghost was easily held by one hand before it landed on Yang Jian.

how so?The woman was stunned for a moment.

This supernatural object is so dull?Can't even cut off human skin?

This is not how the knife is used. If you don’t trigger the medium, this thing is scrap iron.

Yang Jian's voice was cold, and he held the spear and pulled it hard.

A powerful force made the woman almost unable to grasp the weapon in her hand, so she took off her hand, and because of her inertia, her body staggered towards Yang Jian.

Liu Yue, be careful and stay away from him.

Someone rushed over nearby, hugged the woman named Liu Yue, and then retreated frantically.

What a pity, I had obviously obtained the supernatural weapon from Yang Jian.Liu Yue gritted her teeth in regret.

She shouldn't have been gambled, she could kill Yang Jian with just one bet.

If you can get the supernatural item and retreat immediately, and then find a way to use this supernatural weapon to carry out the next attack, then this Yang Jian will definitely die here.

But now, the best opportunity is gone.

What a naive Ah, you think the opportunity is just the opportunity I give you.Yang Jian's tone was indifferent, and the dark shadows under his feet covered the surroundings.

From beginning to end, I didn't think you were a threat, and my supernatural weapon could not be used in my hands.

Media trigger.

Yang Jian moved forward with a spear in his hand, downplaying it, and did not even touch anyone in front of him.

But the next moment.

The woman named Liu Yue froze instantly, and a blood-red crack appeared on the center of her eyebrows, which penetrated deep into the head and penetrated the back of her head.

Plop!

She immediately looked stunned and fell to the ground with dull eyes.

No breath.

Only a pool of scarlet blood was dripping from the middle of the eyebrows.

Yang Jian touched his cracked forehead, and the wound was slowly healing under the influence of the ghost.

You come to save her, it looks like a good relationship. Since that's the case, let's take you on your way together.

The spear stood under his feet, and the part of the nail in the coffin pierced the evil spirit who hugged his feet.

Suppression forms.

The evil ghost fell asleep, and Yang Jian resumed his actions again.

The man who saved Liu Yue was frightened at this moment and no longer had the courage to fight.

How long has it been before and after.

Yang Jian killed Liu Baimu, Liu Yue, and Zhang Qing in a wheelchair. Including the unlucky guy who was trampled to death, there were already four of them.

Fang Tong, whose code name is Ghost hits people, is not dead yet, but it is almost there.

At this moment, the man named Fang Tong had been caught by Feng Quan and was buried little by little in an abrupt old grave.

I couldn't struggle, there was only one head outside, revealing a pair of horrified eyes.

And here, the others are also engaging in their own supernatural confrontation.

Xu Ming, Xu Ming.

A man named Xu Ming was sweating all over, and he was stared at by a strange child in a mourning dress.

The child was like a ghost baby in the starving ghost incident in Dachang City.

As soon as he tried, he saw the child open his mouth and shouting someone's name. A man named Liu Yu turned around and then died. The body still lies there motionless.

Now, this ghost kid is calling his name again.

Xu Ming, Xu Ming?

The ghost boy stood in front of Xu Ming, raised his head, looked at him blankly, and his name was repeated in his mouth.

What's strange is that the person who was speaking was in front of him, but the voice came from behind him.

Xu Ming tried to use his supernatural power to fight against this ghost child.

But what makes people desperate is useless.

The shroud worn by the dead seemed to resist the supernatural attack, leaving him powerless.

That's right, there's no mistake. This must be Liao Fan's ghost calling for people. The evil ghost calling for people cannot turn back, otherwise he will die if he turns back.

Xu Ming recalled this moment. The strange power of this ghost child is the same as Liao Fan's ghost calling people.

It is no longer difficult to guess that Liao Fan has died at Yang Jian's hands.

The ghost called for someone to be controlled by this little thing.

Why is this happening?Liao Fan only used his ability to call people a few times, but this child stared at me and kept shouting.

Xu Ming found that as the ghost boy called his name more, the more he couldn't help but turn back.

Could this thing not be resurrected?

escape.

However, Xu Ming gritted his teeth and turned around to escape into the depths of the ancient house.

Only in this way can he have a turnaround.

As soon as he moved, the ghost boy also moved. No matter how fast he ran, the ghost boy always followed him and called his name from behind.

at last.

Xu Ming could not resist this supernatural power and couldn't help but look back.

No, not good.

He realized something was wrong and wanted to stop his uncontrollable behavior.

But it was too late, and this glance triggered the killing law of death.

Xu Ming fell directly to the ground.

The ghost boy stood next to his body, looking at him with his head slightly tilted: Xu Ming.Xu Ming.

It's still shouting.

He even squatted down and pushed Xu Ming's body with his little hands.

But Xu Ming was dead and the body did not respond.

After squatting for a while, the ghost boy stood up again: Qin Zhifeng, Qin Zhifeng...

It walked barefoot, shouted another person's name, and ran all the way.

Woo woo!

At the same time, Tong Qian's grimace was crying, and the cry echoed in the quiet ancient house, and then formed an echo and returned again.

The echoing speed in the ancient house seemed surprisingly fast.

In just a moment, the echo has been superimposed on three layers.

Kill this ghostly face Tong Qian, don't let him continue to cry, the echo is superimposed on this supernatural power... Someone cried while reminding others in horror.

But before he could finish his words, he died in the same place with a sad expression.

At this moment, a supernatural phenomenon appeared beside Tong Qian.

A reflection appeared on the ground.

It was a terrifying ghost figure. The ghost figure on the ground was entangled with Tong Qian's reflection, and Tong Qian was tearing apart the reflection.

soon.

Tong Qian's face suddenly changed. He felt the pain of tearing his skin, cracking and bleeding.

What makes people most disturbing is that his crying cannot interfere with the reflection of the evil spirit on the ground killing himself.

Letting the shadow disappear can avoid being attacked by ghosts.Xiong Wenwen reminded loudly at this moment.

This sentence is equivalent to telling the murder rules of evil ghosts.

I'll help you.

Huang Ziya had already arrived at Tong Qian at this moment. Her long, dark and thick hair hung down and draped on Tong Qian's body, covering his body and blocking the reflection under her feet.

The ghost figure that appeared on the ground was wandering beside Tong Qian, covered with thick black hair. She wanted to attack, but she had to peel off the hair bit by bit.

Huang Ziya immediately felt that her hair was being stripped away bit by bit.

But she also controlled another ghost.

The next moment.

A vague ghost figure stood on her back, stretching out her thin and slender arms to hug Huang Ziya and Tong Qian together.

This is a ghost hugging someone. Huang Ziya's evil spirit can strangle the living person to death, or hold himself to form the protection of the evil spirit and block other supernatural damage.

Suddenly, the feeling of the hair being moved immediately stopped.

The attack could no longer work and was blocked by Huang Ziya.

The face was crying, and the sound echoed.

Little brat, do you think you didn’t die fast enough?A vicious man growled.

Xiong Wenwen prevented himself from killing Tong Qian.

The next moment.

Xiong Wenwen's reflection appeared strangely on the ground again.

The evil ghost who was entangled with Tong Qian next to him turned to Xiong Wenwen.

Damn, bully my bear dad?Xiong Wenwen was startled and hurriedly took out a bamboo tube and drew a lottery.

born!

A twisted font is written on the bamboo stick.

Immediately.

The reflection of Xiong Wenwen that appeared on the ground quickly disappeared, as if it had been affected by something, and the reflection was obscured and could not be presented.

Damn it.The vicious man was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

There is no doubt that Xiong Wenwen has a supernatural object in his hand, which can protect himself from other supernatural injuries.

You go and die quickly, this is Tong Qian's fifth wave of crying.

Xiong Wenwen was still mocking him and raised a middle finger.

Woo woo.

The echoes echoed from the ancient house, and the crying sounds emitted by Tong Qian's face formed a fifth superposition.

This time the cry seemed to have reached a critical point.

moment.

Someone fell to the ground while crying.

One, two, three, four...there are four ghost drivers who died instantly.

The vicious man was also among them, and he fell to death in tears.

But in an inconspicuous place, the two ghost drivers tried desperately to break open a dilapidated door.

When they were fighting just now, they targeted the new ghost driver named Li Yang.

Two-on-one, there is no reason to lose.

really.

Li Yang escaped.

After escaping into an inconspicuous small room of the ancient house, the wooden door was closed to death and could no longer be opened.

The wooden boards had clearly fallen off, but the incomplete wooden door was not reacting at all no matter how it hit it.

Moreover, supernatural power cannot be affected.

A fragile door seemed to isolate everything.

I thought I was a newcomer and could bully him, but I didn’t expect that this guy would be so slutty that he wouldn’t come out if he hid in. The situation in the hall seemed to be wrong. We should not waste time here, confirm the situation and withdraw if it is wrong.

A man blocked the door said uneasy.

The fight between ghost drivers is tragic.

They chased Li Yang and didn't want to get involved in the melee, so as not to die in the inexplicable supernatural powers.

What it says makes sense.Another person agreed.

They don't want to spend time with Li Yang here.

But when they were about to leave, the incomplete wooden door creaked open again.

It was dim inside, and only a blurry figure was seen standing there.

Um?

A man immediately became alert, but then he looked panicked.

A huge pulling force came from the door behind him.

Damn, this Li Yang, he has more than just a ghost.After he realized that, he wanted to resist, but it was too late.

The man was instantly sucked into the door.

Bang!

The dilapidated wooden door was closed and it was quiet inside.

Open the door for me.

Another person wanted to rescue him, but after hitting him, he still couldn't shake the shaking wooden door.

I bumped several times in a row, and the result was the same as before, and I couldn't rush in and rescue my friend.

But he didn't wait for him to try more.

But the strange cry echoed in the aisle.

The crying has been around before, but it doesn't feel anything and seems to have little impact, but this time it's very wrong.

The man was crying at the corner of his eyes, and his face looked sad.

How could I do this?The crying sound... he reached out and touched his tears.

Then his expression froze.

No movement.

Cruff.

The worn-out door opened again and hit the man.

He fell to the ground with a thud, and it was already a stiff corpse.

In the room, Li Yang's figure appeared, but the person who was pulled in just now had disappeared without a trace. Then his face changed, he hid in the room again, and closed the door.

The crying sound is already the sixth wave.

The ghost master who controls two ghosts cannot stop it.

It can already kill almost everyone below the captain level.

The sixth wave of crying echoed in the ancient house and has become the source of some terror.

No one can survive this cry.

Even Yang Jian felt a little surprised.

Fortunately, he has become an alien now, and this murderous rule cannot be targeted at himself. Otherwise, all the ghost drivers here might be killed by Tong Qian.

Stop quickly, it's enough, it's too dangerous, I feel like I've been affected.Feng Quan walked out of the old grave with great struggle.

But the old grave is still there after he walked out.

There is a man buried inside.

A ghost driver named Wan Tong, whose code name is ghost hits people.

Tong Qian balanced the surroundings with laughter, so that she did not let her teammates be attacked. Otherwise, Feng Quan or Huang Ziya would have to be killed.

Xiong Wenwen was not affected. He drew a life lottery and would not be killed by supernatural powers within ten minutes.

This made him stand in the middle of the hall with peace of mind without fear.

Are they all dead?

Tong Qian stopped crying, and he glanced at the tilted corpses in the hall.

It seemed that there were no strangers except them and they were standing.

It seems to be similar to the predicted result.

Yang Jian strode back with a corpse at this moment. The spear in his hand was still standing beside him, with a fierce ghost nailed underneath.

The pendulum bell curse is just like this. Although it is indeed a little dangerous, it is within the range that can be handled outside.Feng Quan nodded.

Xiong Wenwen said: This is all the credit of your Dad Xiong. If I hadn't predicted, Tong Qian would have died, and I would have died soon. In addition, if that white-haired guy killed one of us first, we would have lost three of us. The ending would be another one, and it is really possible to be destroyed by the group.

Those people really know how to choose places, and this place cannot use ghost domains.Feng Quan was somewhat restricted and was very unhappy.

Yang Jian looked up at the depths of the ancient house: It’s not that it can’t be used, it’s that it’s intervened. This kind of intervention is very strange. It’s not suppression or influence, but that the ghost realm cannot affect certain parts of the ancient house.

But Xiong Wenwen is right.

If it weren't foreseeable, the result would be different if the three people were lost.

But this is not entirely true.

Because Yang Jian still had some reservations, he did not try his best.

But finally won.Huang Ziya breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Although the process seems relaxed, you can feel the thrills after you.

Yang Jian frowned, what he wanted to say.

But at this moment, a bell came from a certain location deep in the ancient house.

This is the sound of the pendulum clock.

It seems that at some point in time, the pendulum clock is reporting the time.

Something is wrong.

As soon as the bell rang, Yang Jian felt a feeling that he couldn't speak.

It's not right. Look, the corpses of those ghost-controlling people are disappearing...

Suddenly, Huang Ziya pointed to the crying corpse not far away and said uneasy.

Yes.

In the quiet hall, the bodies of the ghost drivers who had just been killed by them were disappearing.

Even the ghosts in their bodies disappeared together.

It seems to be erased by something more terrible.

This is impossible. Even if the sound of a bell can affect the corpse, it cannot affect the ghost.

Feng Quan guessed that there was something wrong with the bell, but he didn't believe that ghosts would be affected by the bell.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, as if he had thought of something, and hurriedly took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

That was the pocket watch that Wang Chaling gave him before coming.

He said that the time of the pocket watch is consistent with the time in the ancient house.

But now.

The time on the pocket watch is displayed at 6 o'clock.

But now, as the bell rings, the time on the pocket watch is rapidly regressing.

Five-fifty, Five-fourty, Five-thirty-five...

Dong!Dong!Dong!

The sound of the pendulum clock rang and stopped at 5:30.

At this time, Yang Jian and others were still walking on the street outside the ancient house and did not enter the ancient house.

You, are you... Yang Jian?

Suddenly.

Deep in the ancient house, several people were walking into the hall, one of whom was pushing a wheelchair with a look of astonishment.

The people next to them are also very familiar with each other.

They are all ghost drivers who were killed before.

What a joke.Yang Jian's face looked a little ugly at this moment.

The time on the pocket watch is 5:30.

But the actual time is six o'clock.

Half an hour was erased by the pendulum clock, as if it was back half an hour ago.

Restart...

Feng Quan also gritted his teeth at this moment, his expression a little ferocious.

How is this possible?Huang Ziya and Tong Qian were also shocked.

The person I just killed appeared in front of me and others again. How could it be that I was not shocked?

Xiong Wenwen couldn't help but curse: They cheat, how could they play like this? Isn't this bullying?Although my father bear likes to play, he has never played Ah like this.

Yang Jian, let’s go home and don’t play with these naughty people.