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Before the curse of the music box came, Yang Jian was ready to deal with it.
Whether it's a plan, a coffin, or a weapon, everything was done in a short time.
The reason why he was in such a rush was that Yang Jian was not sure whether the time of the curse revealed by the human skin paper was accurate. If he really acted according to the timing, what should he do if something unexpected happens halfway? .
You can make any kind of joke, but you can't make a joke about your life.
Especially with his own life.
Yang Jian had dealt with the outbreak of the curse one day earlier, and now he transported the coffin into the secret room of the safe house, and then took the newly made spear, the blood-stained old newspaper, and his own mobile phone to switch off. Good door, lying in the coffin.
In order to prevent the phone from running out of power, he also specially brought a power bank.
Afterwards, he lifted the heavy metal coffin next to it, and slowly closed it.
The coffin lid was designed by Yang Jian as a chute, which was also an arrangement to prevent him from easily escaping from the coffin out of control.
"Crack!"
The sound of a heavy metal slot sounded, and the coffin lid was sealed.
In such a closed environment, as a living person, he would soon suffocate to death.
But Yang Jian didn't care, if he could survive this test, he would not be considered alive after waking up, and he didn't need to breathe or oxygen at all.
A familiar yet unfamiliar sense of depression surged.
It seems to have returned to the scene where I was hiding in a body bag when I was in Huanggang Village.
It wasn't dark in the coffin, a layer of red light shrouded the small space.
Yang Jian used Huang Quan to check the airtightness of the coffin.
My own craftsmanship is good.
Once this metal coffin is covered, even the ghost domain can be isolated. After all, the interface is made of gold, and there is no cutting corners. It is guaranteed that there will be no problem in detaining ghosts.
"Since everything is fine, then everything has started."
After Yang Jian lay down, he took a slight breath, and picked up the old blood-stained newspaper with both hands.
The weird newspaper was densely packed with lines of handwriting of different sizes.
"I am Yang Jian."
He wants to use the supernatural power contained in this blood-stained old newspaper to remind himself of his identity, so that he can retrieve his own memory after a few days, instead of losing his consciousness and reducing his memory to someone else's meeting.
Just like the people who were punished in ancient times.
Yang Jian covered his face with this old newspaper.
The old newspaper with blood was very strange, and it stuck to Yang Jian's flesh in an instant, directly covering his eyes, nose, and mouth, leaving only the outline of a facial features outside.
Can't breathe, very uncomfortable.
As if the whole person was about to suffocate, Yang Jian opened his mouth subconsciously to take a breath of air, but the newspaper dented and stuck tighter.
Although this blood-stained old newspaper looks fragile, it is actually very difficult to tear.
Yang Jian's entire face was pressed together without leaving a single gap.
But he is not suffocated yet, he is still conscious, and even if he is really suffocated, he will not die, because the curse of the music box is still reverberating in his mind. Before this curse stops, no matter how serious Yang Jianshou is Even if he is injured, he will not die, even if his head is cut in half, he can still survive.
"let's start."
Yang Jian finally thought about it, checked it once, and after making sure that there was no problem, he reached out and pulled out the coffin nail that had been nailed with the ghost.
No.
Now it is not a nail in the coffin, but a spear full of cracks,
Take it off.
The suppressed complete ghost immediately resumed its action.
soon.
Yang Jian's right to control his body was taken away, and he returned to the state he had been in Mingyue Community. His body was out of control, but his consciousness was clear.
At the same time, the phenomenon of ghosts invading consciousness reappeared.
Yang Jian felt a cold and strange thing trying to engulf his consciousness, but all this was resisted by the music box's bell.
As expected.
The supernatural confrontation forms a fragile balance.
This process will continue until the curse of the music box is not over.The coffin nail in my hand has been nailed for a long time. "
"Ye Zhen was nailed to the ground. If he got it, it might be possible to get rid of that curse."
We had a quick discussion.
A plan was formed.
At this moment the helicopter stopped on the highway.
Tong Qian and Zhang Han jumped down.
"Ghostface Tong Qian?" Liao Fan chuckled strangely when he saw it.
"you know me?"
On the side of Tong Qian's head, under the veil, a weird neutral smile turned towards him.
"But just now, did you laugh? Is it so funny? Try laughing again."
He smiled at Liao Fan, but with the other face he saw Feng Quan who was in a coma and in a state of recovery, his heart trembled suddenly, and a wave of anger surged into his heart.
These people are attacking Feng Quan.
And Feng Quan was unable to resist,
Whether it was because there were too many people on the other side, or because one of these three people was too strong, Feng Quan couldn't even escape.
"Feng Quan is the person in charge, have you thought about the price of taking action against him?" Tong Qian grimaced and asked the three of them.
A breeze blew, and the kerchief fell off his face.
Three faces suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
"Sorry, I shouldn't ask so many questions. People like you are criminals among ghost masters. There is no reason to say that. The best way to deal with people like you is to kill them, because your existence will only cause more damage. Great impact and destruction, killing more people, so I ask you to die."
Tong Qian has experienced a lot, and the innocence in his heart has long been buried.
next moment,
He smiled.
No, it was his grimace that was smiling.
"Very good, let's do it as soon as we say hello, Tong Qian, you are not the same as what is written in the information." Liao Fan didn't have any fear or shrink back, but was eager to try.
It's not because Tong Qian is weak, but because Yang Jian hasn't appeared yet.
The previous judgment has been confirmed.
Something went wrong with Yang Jian.
"Do it."
Liao Fan drank in a hoarse voice.
"damn it."
Zhang Han's complexion turned ugly in an instant. He never expected that it would turn out like this just for a visit.
It is necessary to fight with three ghost masters.
When was the last time you did it?
It should be when he and Yang Jian fought against the ghost coffin in Huanggang Village. (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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