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After experiencing a nightmare, Yang Jian didn't dare to sleep anymore, he took the headless ghost back into his body.
Without a shadow, he is actively under the influence of the ghost at this moment.
Yang Jian in this state is extremely rational and doesn't know how tired he is. At the same time, his human emotions are suppressed to the lowest level, even close to none. He is so indifferent that he doesn't look like a normal living person.
Normally, he wouldn't do this.
But Yang Jian wasn't sure if he would accidentally enter that nightmare again in the middle of the night.
The night passed.
In the early morning, the free-range roosters in the countryside crowed.
Yang Jian sat on the bed for most of the night, he didn't even close his eyes.
Beside her, Jiang Yan couldn't bear to fall asleep a long time ago, and she was still snoring. After all, she was just an ordinary person who had not been affected by any supernatural powers, so she would naturally fall asleep when it was time to sleep.
I was attracted by the sound of crowing in the village.
Yang Jian looked at the already bright sky outside, got up and walked out of the room immediately.
He was going to go downstairs to take a walk outside the village to see the three suspected problematic places he got yesterday and explore the situation.
However, when Yang Jian was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that the door of the next room was opened.
The slightly faded wooden door was not fully opened, but a half-closed door.
Yang Jian's face darkened, he walked over to have a look, and then looked into the room.
It's still the same.
There is nothing in the room, only a wooden table, a simple mourning hall, and there is a photo of his father's death. The person in the black and white photo looks exactly like Yang Jian, but his temperament is slightly sunny and sporty. , without his gloomy, indifferent feeling.
"The door I closed yesterday, although it was not locked, but in this situation, it is impossible to be blown open by the night wind, and it is also impossible to be knocked open by mice, cats and dogs. It must have been opened by someone. "
"I haven't slept since I woke up from the nightmare, which means that it is impossible for anyone to go upstairs."
"Then the only possibility is that there is something in the room."
Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and rationally, he quickly ruled out all possibilities and directly determined the problem.
He walked into the room again.
Maybe yesterday's confirmation was not careful enough, so I have to confirm it again today.
At this moment, Yang Jian wasn't even stingy anymore, and just moved his ghostly eyes.
The ghost domain was opened, just a little more directly, covering the entire village.
Instantly.
The sky turned red, and all the crowing and barking sounds in the village disappeared, and the whole world seemed to have fallen silent.
Ordinary people don't know that they are already in the ghost realm, they are no different from reality.
Because Yang Jian didn't change the reality, they couldn't feel it.
But this room
"Is there still no problem?" Yang Jian's face darkened.
In the ghost domain, he changed some things, and even made an attempt. Even if it was his father's portrait, he checked it with taboo, but still couldn't find any suspicious points.
"If there is no problem with the room, then there is only one possibility. What happened in this old house during the period of my nightmare, but I was not conscious at the time and didn't know."
? He pondered a little.
Yang Jian didn't waste any more time. Although he won't show signs of recovery after the ghost domain is opened, he should try not to use the ghost power when he can. It's not a super power, but life is the price.
Before the ghost eyes closed, he disappeared into the house.
next moment.
Yang Jian came to the south of the village.
To the south of the village is a fish pond. The fish pond used to be connected to a nearby river, but was artificially transformed to form this fish pond. Of course, Yang Jian's father was responsible for the transformation of this fish pond.
The water in the fish pond is very clear and running water.
In the past, when irrigating the nearby farmland, water was taken from here. It is a natural reservoir. Although it is not a big deal now, in the past, this fish pond would be enticed by many people.
Yesterday Yang Jian also asked his mother.
After this fish pond was built by my father, I raised fish for a period of time, but it did not generate any economic income, so it was abandoned not long after.?Here, and then don¡¯t ask about it, let the relatives in the village, the villagers borrow it.
At first glance, it sounds like the behavior of a prodigal who does not do his job properly.
Yang Jian was standing by the fish pond at the moment.
Too much time has passed, and the appearance of the neighborhood has changed a lot. When I was a child, weeds were everywhere and the mountains were green and the water was green, but now the pond has shrunk a little, and the water is not so clear, and it is slightly turbid.
He looked at the fish pond left by his father.
It is unremarkable, no different from other rural fish ponds, and there are no strange-looking things.
"There are very few fish and the pond is too calm."
Yang Jian just stood there for a while before reaching this conclusion.
Because in the early morning, there will be fish bubbling in the pond with fish, or even jumping out of the water, but the fish pond in front of me is a little strangely calm, without ripples, like a stagnant pool, but this is obviously impossible .
A fish pond will be full of vitality if it is left for more than ten years without losing fry.
Yang Jian squatted down, and he put his hand into the water of the pond, a biting chill permeated his skin.
Immediately, his face changed slightly, and he quickly retracted his hand.
"The water temperature in the pond is too cold, and the fish are not suitable for living in such a low temperature environment. Even if they can be kept alive, the speed of reproduction will not be fast, so this temperature is the reason why there is no way to breed in this place, so they can only be discarded. Here, become a cistern."
"Is it weird?"
Yang Jian pondered for a moment, then immediately opened a strange red eye, and peered into the pond.
There is no need to use the ghost domain, the sight of the ghost eye is already very unique.
The darkness cannot be covered, and you can even see people and objects through the wall. If this feature continues to extend, it will be a ghost domain.
The water in the pond was ignored by Yang Jian, he was looking for some weird things that might exist.
The water became more turbid as it went down, and it was even a bit abnormal because the turbidity revealed a trace of strangeness, although it was very deep and not obvious, but Yang Jian's ghost eyes could see it, because this turbidity affected The sight of ghost eyes.
"There's something under the pond."
Yang Jian looked at the deepest lump of mud. He didn't know what it was, only that it was a pitch-black lump.
"Sure enough, there is something. What did my father think? Dig a fish pond to bury this thing? Why not just dig a hole if you want to bury it so deep? It will take so much trouble? Or does he feel lost? It¡¯s safer in the fishpond.¡±
Can't understand.
But he instinctively noticed that the inside of the silt must have something to do with ghosts.
As for whether it was dangerous or not, Yang Jian couldn't decide.
Most likely, the degree of risk is not high.
After all, this fish pond has existed for more than ten years. If there is a problem, it will have gone wrong long ago. It is impossible to wait until today.
The villagers in this hometown are all living well, that is enough to explain everything.
After thinking for a while, the ghost eyes really couldn't see through, so Yang Jian could only find a way to salvage it.
He didn't use the ghost domain anymore, but took off his gloves, and put the blackened and stiff palm into the pond water.
The palms of dead people began to float in the slightly turbid pond. These palms were densely packed, and the scalp felt numb when looking at them. However, after a while, the dead hands that emerged gradually sank to the surface of the water. , quickly disappeared in front of my eyes.
The mud at the bottom of the pond was stirred up, and the dead man's hand wriggled under the water.
A mass of mud was gradually brought out.
After a while, the mass of silt surfaced, and as the water washed away, it gradually revealed its original appearance.
An old wooden box.
It has been blackened and rotted, but it is still intact. I don't know if the material of the wooden box is special, or it is because there are some things inside that caused this result.
"This is the secret left by my father?"
Yang Jian's eyes sank slightly.
The reason why the ghost hand was used to salvage just now is because it is more cautious. After all, the ghost hand has the ability to suppress other ghosts, so if any accident happens, I can deal with it myself.
However, as this thing was picked up, the water surface of the entire fish pond actually sank by half a meter, which made people feel unbelievable.
"Would you like to open it and have a look?" Yang Jian found nothing unusual, so he picked up the wooden box.
It's a bit heavy inside, make sure there's something in it.
However, what he didn't care about was that when he picked up the wooden box, Yang Jian's reflection under the pond suddenly turned his head, and then stared at him intently, with empty, weird eyes, like a dormant bird. A ghost under the water. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)The noodles are a bit heavy, so I'm sure there's something in them.
However, what he didn't care about was that when he picked up the wooden box, Yang Jian's reflection under the pond suddenly turned his head, and then stared at him intently, with empty, weird eyes, like a dormant bird. A ghost under the water. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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