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The second time he had to face the knocking ghost again, Yang Jian didn't feel nervous. He already had the qualifications to survive in front of the ghost, so he was not as desperate as before.
Of course, he believes that truly desperate ghosts must exist in this world, but he has not encountered them.
"It's very close."
Standing on the roof, Yang Jian saw that the buildings near the street in the distance were being eroded, and hidden in the depths of the darkness was the scary old man covered in corpse spots, but this ghost land was not that bad. It can trap ordinary people, as well as ghost masters who don't have a ghost domain, but they can't resist the peeping of his ghost eyes.
This is much easier than in the world of ghost paintings, so he still has more confidence in his heart.
The knock on the door played by the mobile phone continued.
In the small room, Nagasawa was sweating on his forehead, his face was pale, he stared at the huge pressure and listened to the strange knock on the door. The period before death was a kind of torment.
"The ghost is nearby, and it's coming soon."
Nagasawa's body also seemed to have some kind of induction. He tilted his head slightly and looked in one direction. A strong anxiety was approaching, and the speed was very fast. This anxiety was much more serious than before, as if death was about to hit him. As if in himself, there is no way to avoid it, so we can only bear it silently.
"Hold on, you have to trust that Yang Jian, and you also have to trust yourself. If you run away at this time, it will definitely be worse than staying in this small room as a bait."
Nagasawa knew very well that once he couldn't hold on and escaped, he would not only offend Yang Jian, but also the president of the Spirit Elimination Society, Mishima, and at the same time he would not be able to escape safely from here, and would still be targeted by ghosts, and at that time It is impossible for someone to save himself again.
Clear awareness is extremely important, allowing people to understand their situation.
People are afraid of panic and act recklessly.
With the cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
The light in the small house he was in was getting darker and darker, and the surrounding walls began to recede, age, and then peel off Finally, they rotted and collapsed a little.
The original sealed wall suddenly became dilapidated, and gaps in the pits kept appearing, and then expanded. At this time, Nagasawa had roughly seen the outside situation through these incomplete openings.
That's an alley on the left.
Dim, depressing.
The uneasy fear came from that direction.
But before he could observe further, Nagasawa's back froze suddenly, and a chill ran through his body.
A sound of footsteps appeared next to the house. Although the sound was not loud, it was extraordinarily heavy. Step by step, it was like a corpse walking, and at the same time, the familiar breath was smelt again.
The smell of ghosts.
Unable to act with words, the faint stench of corpses is mixed with a decadent and cold feeling.
"Did it come so fast?"
Nagasawa looked away.
His eyes narrowed.
The dark brown-skinned old man in a black gown was walking forward step by step through the wall. It was as if the ghost didn't even look into the room, but a side face appeared in front of Nagasawa, and then he was still lifeless. He walked forward and looked at the action, as if he was going to go around to the direction of the front door.
"If you really want to come in, a wall of this level can't stop this ghost at all"
The horror in Nagasawa's heart reached the highest level.
You know, the distance between him and the real ghost is less than five meters.
In the middle is a fragile wall like window paper, and it is riddled with holes. I can clearly see that terrifying figure approaching a little bit.
Once near the door.
The ghost attack is about to begin.
This is fatal.
Whether it is dead or alive depends on this.
Nagasawa has no way to resist the attack of the ghost knocking on the door. All he can do is put his hope on Yang Jian who is not far away.
"There are no mistakes in the plan. The ghost has appeared again." Standing on the roof, Yang Jian's face darkened, and the dormant ghost eyes in his body were already ready to move.
The maximum extent he can open the ghost domain is the fifth floor, and the sixth floor needs the curse of the music box to open it. In the case of Huangquan, it is estimated that three or four floors are enough, and this situation is still within the acceptable range.
&n?I felt the vibration of the cover become more and more obvious.
The encroachment of the door-knocking ghosts continues to occur, and every time an area is encroached, the haunted area of ??ghosts spreads to a place.
"Damn it, I still don't let go after this. Is this challenging my tolerance?"
Yang Jian didn't want to procrastinate any longer. He gritted his teeth, and suddenly there was a strange, rusty hatchet in his hand. This hatchet was not sharp at all. It could be seen that the blades were blunt, curled, and stained with dirt. A lot of unknown things were found, including soil, dried blood, and some flesh and blood stuck to it, which looked a bit oozing.
But the most terrifying thing about this strange hatchet is that it can dismember a ghost.
Yang Jian didn't intend to trigger the curse directly, he felt that he would encounter unimaginable danger if he did so, he just quickly grabbed the knife and swiped it in the air.
Using Huangquan, he slashed the knocker's arm that was raised to knock on the door.
"Crack!"
That skinny, cold arm snapped off.
This was the last thing Yang Jian saw, and then the cover slammed shut.
Sure enough.
The hatchet does not directly trigger the curse, but can also cut on the ghost and cause certain damage to it. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com