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Dull, depressing, almost out of breath.
? Like a ghost pressing a bed, he is obviously conscious, but he can't move his whole body.
At this moment, the dark room seems to have become a dark cage. Yang Jian is the prisoner in this cage. He can't break free, can't escape, and seems to sink forever and live forever.
Suddenly.
On the pitch-black ceiling, the darkness gradually condensed, as if it had become the shape of an eye.
This eye is so big that it occupies the entire ceiling. Although he didn't open it, Yang Jian could feel that the huge eye was peeping at him, and a strange gaze stayed on him all the time.
"Gulu~!"
Yang Jian felt the flesh on his cheek turn cold, as if something had forced it open, and a red eye was revealed in the flesh and blood.
A weird perspective came into my mind.
At the same time, there seems to be something in the body that is drilling around, wandering around, and the thing is about to stretch the flesh, almost tearing the skin, and a severe pain spreads, as if being severely tortured, It's unbearable.
However, Yang Jian was conscious, but he still couldn't move.
I can only let the ghost thing in my body move unscrupulously. I want to cry out in pain, but my mouth only moves slightly, and I can't open it, and I can't make any sound.
This situation did not just last for a short while.
Instead, it lasted for two or three hours.
Yang Jian didn't fall asleep from the beginning to the end. He endured this kind of tearing pain for two or three hours. He didn't know that he had endured it like this. He only knew that this period of time seemed as long as a lifetime. .
It was past six o'clock in the afternoon.
Only then did the pain in his body disappear quickly, and at the same time he regained consciousness.
Almost as soon as his body was able to move, he sat up from the bed, sweating profusely, panting heavily.
Yang Jian raised his palm, trembling almost instinctively.
"I, what's wrong? My body is out of control, and I felt as if my whole body was going to split apart just now, as if something was about to come out of it. Could it be that it was affected by that eye? ?"
He looked at the trembling palms and remained silent for a while.
Suddenly, he took out a piece of dark brown paper from his pocket.
"Tell me, what happened to my situation before." Yang Jian spoke to the parchment.
Soon, a line of writing appeared on the parchment: Today I woke up from the pain, and I can feel the ghost gradually revive in my body, because I have used too much power of the ghost for school affairs, and I can't live long. but now I still have to endure the pain of being tortured by that thing in my body, because I still want to live.
Is the ghost revived?
Sure enough.
Yang Jian fell into silence again.
He started to follow Zhouzheng's retreat, suffering the torment of the evil ghost's revival, and then one day he was killed by the ghost in his body.
Is this the price of survival?
"How long can I live?" Yang Jian continued to ask.
Words appeared on the parchment again: If I don't think of other ways as soon as possible, I don't think I can survive for three months under such torture.
Three months?
This is simply faster than dying from cancer. If you still have to endure such torture every day, it is indeed as Zhou Zheng said, death is really a relief.
It is absolutely impossible for Yang Jian not to panic at the moment.
He is still young and still studying, and his parents still need to take care of him in the future.
What should parents do if they die?
No.
I can't die, at least not right now.
Yang Jian stood up suddenly, staring fixedly at the piece of parchment in front of him: "You are so weird, I can't believe what you said, you said I'll die in three months? You didn't know before? Said I would die in school, wouldn't the result change? You don't know the future at all, and you can only judge what will happen with a high probability based on the current situation."
"But I can be sure of one thing, you must know a lot, a lot."
"What the hell are you?"
There was no movement on the parchment, and no writing emerged, as if he had chosen to remain silent.
"you do not sayIt's okay, I'll figure it out sooner or later. "Yang Jian said.
Thinking about Li Gui, he suddenly remembered something, picked up Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning phone from the side, and a text message was displayed on it.
is the address of a website.
"The website that Zhao Jianguo gave me, maybe I can get some useful information from that website." Yang Jian immediately turned on the computer and entered the website above.
For a special website, there is nothing but a blank space, as if the website does not exist.
He knew it was just a covert measure.
Then he picked up Zhou Zheng's mobile phone and typed the number code printed on the phone on the keyboard.
Immediately, the webpage refreshes, the website jumps, and the webpage appears.
Yang Jian glanced at it roughly, and all of the above were emergencies around the world, requests for support from ghost masters, and bounties given by governments of various countries.
Most of them are at the level of 100 million US dollars at every turn, and of course there are tens of millions of rewards.
He clicked on one: "A C-level ghost appeared in a certain state in the United States, code-named Ghost Church, and offered a reward of 30 million US dollars to solve it."
At the same time, there is a video above.
In the video, it looks like a church. The outside wall of the church is covered with moss, the walls are mottled, and it is very old. But at the door of the church, Yang Jian saw a vague figure standing there, although he couldn¡¯t see clearly. His appearance, but he could feel that it was a person, to be precise, it was a human form, but this person revealed a permeating weirdness.
But soon, suddenly a fighter jet roared over the sky of the church, and a missile crashed down, hitting the church accurately.
The flames of the explosion engulfed the church.
Obviously, the US military chose a strong and direct military strike.
"Will it work?" Yang Jian watched carefully.
But soon, when the strong light gradually receded, his eyes froze.
In the flames, the church still stood there without any damage. A missile with such a large damage range did not even blow up a piece of the wall of the church.
Later, in the video, he saw that the black figure standing at the door of the church slowly came out, and the black figure approached step by step in the direction of the camera.
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The video instantly blurred and the image disappeared.
There are many comments below the video:
"Fack, 30 million dollars to solve this thing? President of the United States, go to hell, save your money to buy lollipops for your children, this thing is defined as a C-level? Do you want to lie to us as cannon fodder?"
A netizen from the United States commented, but there are Chinese translations and other translations under the English language, which can be understood at a glance.
"Although the video is concealed, it can be judged that this is already a ghost that can affect the surrounding things. It is estimated that it is not far away from forming a ghost domain. B level is the least. If you have a conscience, you can define it as an A. It is not an exaggeration. The people really are living in dire straits, if newcomers don¡¯t understand, they will probably be fooled to death.¡± A domestic netizen replied.
"I'm going to die anyway, I'm making a group to make money, I beg my teammates to take me away, cute."
"I can't believe even one frame of Lao Mi's video reward."
Yang Jian looked at the comments and pondered: "Do ghosts still have levels? Check it out." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com