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"Is there someone inside?"
Hearing the voice floating from inside, everyone's heart trembled, and they subconsciously became alert, guarding against unexpected situations that might arise at any time.
"I shouldn't have come? So I should stay obediently in Dachang City and wait for you to come and find me?" Yang Jian stopped, and he glanced at Xiong Wenwen.
Xiong Wenwen patted his chest and immediately understood what Yang Jian meant.
The other party is prepared to wait here. In order to avoid losses, it is safest to directly use the ability of prediction at this time.
"Liao Fan and Xu Feng have been killed by you, this matter should stop here, and we don't want to provoke a captain from the headquarters." The deep voice continued to come from the empty old house.
"This matter will not be over until I kill all of you."
Yang Jian replied with a cold tone, his attitude was firm, and there was no room for turning around.
"Yang Jian, don't be so self-righteous, kill us all? If you really dare to barge in, maybe your whole team will be wiped out here. If you leave now, the conflict between us will end here, and we I promise you that from now on I will never set foot in Dachang City again,"
"Knowing how to accept as soon as you see it is a smart person's approach."
That person continued to warn Yang Jian in the ancient house.
"I don't even dare to show my face, and pretend to say a few words to scare me. Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Today, every person in this ancient house counts as one, and they all have to die." Yang Jian responded to that voice while waiting for Xiong Wenwen's prediction result.
He wants to kill these people without fail.
"Yang Jian, don't go too far. When I became a ghost master, you were still doing your homework in school. The third generation of the Wang family didn't dare to talk to us like this. It's up to you? Don't say that you are the only one here today." Captain, even if there are three or four captains who come here, we will kill them if we want, I will give you face to persuade you, if I don¡¯t give you face, I will destroy Dachang City together."
This is another voice, with a bit of viciousness revealed in the anger.
"Who is shouting? Don't even dare to report the name?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered and he shouted.
"The dead don't need to know that much." The sinister voice responded.
Yang Jian said coldly: "That's not wrong. A group of people who are dying are useless to know your names."
"Yang Jian, it's useless to talk more. You issued a declaration in the spiritual circle an hour ago to get rid of us. Now that you are here, we are here too. But I really want to know whether what you said can be done."
"If you want to do something, come in."
That deep voice came.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden sound of iron chain shaking from the gate of the old old house that seemed to have been dusty for many years. The iron chain that blocked the gate slipped from the gate at this moment and fell to the ground, echoing with the sound of creaking.
At this moment, the thick door that hadn't rotted slowly opened.
Behind the gate of the ancient house is a hall. The hall is dark, gloomy, and seems to be covered with dust. It seems that no one has cleaned it for many years, but it is strange that the walls and the ground inside are still very well preserved. Although they are old and discolored, But it didn't rot or destroy.
But the more this is the case, the more it reveals a strange atmosphere.
Yang Jian was standing at the door, he peeked inside, and could even see the dim lights in some corners.
The light was yellow and dim, as if it was about to go out at any moment.
It can be seen that this ancient house of the Republic of China is still in operation. Although it looks abandoned from the outside, in fact some kind of ghost is still shrouding the house.
If there is really no problem with this ancient house, it would have leaked and collapsed long ago.
"Are you hesitating? Hehe, it seems that the ghost-eyed Yang Jian is nothing more than that. His tone is so loud. When he really wanted to make a move, he flinched. He didn't even dare to enter the door of this ancient house." Came from inside A sarcastic voice seemed very disdainful.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, but he remained unmoved. He just looked at Xiong Wenwen.
Xiong Wenwen suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and his already ugly face showed a little surprise at this time.
"Okay?" Yang Jian asked.
"This ghostly place is really dangerous. Father Xiong and I have died twice in a row. We can't enter through the main entrance, otherwise we will suffer an unknown curse. We can't get rid of the influence of this ancient house for the rest of our lives. We must enter through the window "
Xiong Wenwen whispered into Yang Jian's ear.? Instead, he directly locked on the white-haired man in the corridor on the third floor who leaned out and looked down.
The dangerous person Xiong Wenwen foresees is him.
"Do it." The white-haired man said coldly.
"kill."
Yang Jian's ghostly eyes turned and directly locked on to the white-haired man. With a cold drink, his ghost realm instantly dissipated.
There is a ghost domain here that interferes with him. Although it can be used, it is difficult for people to adapt to this kind of interference. It is better not to use the ghost domain.
Moreover, the current ghost domain cannot cover the interior of the ancient house, and he can only invade the hall by using the fifth floor of the ghost domain, so it doesn't make much sense.
However, this is true of our own situation, and the same is true of the enemy's situation.
Instantly.
Everyone in the ancient house felt a strong sense of crisis, and everyone's hairs stood on end at this moment.
Because the power of the ghosts is being released.
No one can stay out of it, everyone is affected.
"not good."
But at this moment, the white-haired man on the third floor felt a strong crisis. This was not the ghost in his body reminding him, but the intuition honed between life and death.
This intuition told him that he was already being targeted by Yang Jian.
next moment.
There was a whistling sound in the air.
A golden spear was thrown out by Yang Jian, directly pierced through the old wooden railing in the corridor, and penetrated into the body of the white-haired young man.
"Wow!"
The white-haired young man was shocked and flew upside down, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his chest was pierced, and he was firmly nailed to the wall.
He struggled subconsciously.
?As a result, the body was instantly numb and unable to move. This feeling was like a ghost pressing a bed. The consciousness was clear, but the body was out of control.
"The ghost in the body has been suppressedthis is, the coffin nail?"
His head hangs down weakly, like a corpse hanging on the wall, but there are still signs of life, and he roars unwillingly: "Yang Jian!"
How dare this guy.
How dare he use the coffin nails against himself, he obviously threw the coffin nails out with all his strength, even though Huang Quan was disturbed.
If this hit is missed, it is tantamount to giving himself the coffin nails.
pity.
Yang Jian hit him. The reason why he succeeded was not luck, but that this result had already appeared in Xiong Wenwen's prediction.
"Someone help me pull out this thing." The white-haired young man asked for help anxiously.
However, he has no helpers by his side, and he usually doesn't trust other people, so he was the only one on the third floor during this operation.
The coffin nails can only suppress ghosts.
Li Gui is silent, so his body has lost his ability to move, and the pendulum clock curse has also failed. Now he still has vital signs only because his physical condition is good, and he has not yet reached the critical point of death.
But how long can an ordinary person live if his chest is pierced and nailed to the wall?
But Yang Jian didn't seem to give him this chance.
Staring at his spear, a cold and blackened palm lay there strangely and stiffly.
This is a ghost hand.
And it's just a derivative of a ghost hand, not a real ghost.
At this moment.
This is the stiff ghost hand moving, slowly crawling along the body of the white-haired young man, opening his mouth little by little and forcing it in.
"Woo hoo."
The white-haired young man was struggling, but soon his nose, ears, and mouth were bleeding.
"Pfft!"
Like the sound of something exploding, a stiff finger stretched out from his eye socket
A very ordinary ghost hand was wantonly destroying his body at this moment.
However, he himself had already fallen into a coma, his consciousness was blurred, his vital signs were rapidly disappearing, and then he took his last breath as it should. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com