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Dead, dead?
Everyone in the ancient house opened their eyes wide and looked at the lifeless corpse nailed to the wall by a spear on the third floor, with incredible shock on their faces.
"Liu Baimu was killed? This is not a joke."
"Such a person can't stand in front of Yang Jian for a few seconds?"
"The coffin nails are the coffin nails that nailed Liu Baimu. This Yang Jian just threw the coffin nails out. How dare he."
This white-haired young man seems to be named Liu Baimu, and he has a relatively high status among this group of people, but his loss caused everyone in the ancient house to panic for a moment, as if no one expected such an opening.
The collision of supernatural beings is not about whoever has more people can win, but to see who can fully display the power of supernatural beings without dying from the recovery of ghosts.
So killing a top ghost master first can affect the whole situation.
After Yang Jian nailed that Liu Baimu to death, he didn't even look at him. He knew that this guy was dead. After all, there was no possibility of turning over after being nailed to the coffin. Even he couldn't stop this kind of attack.
He didn't stop walking, and went straight to the person in front of him.
"Hurry up and kill Yang Jian. If he doesn't die, all of us will die." The brief panic did not make them lose their ability to resist.
All kinds of supernatural phenomena appeared beside Yang Jian.
While running, Yang Jian felt something pulling his body behind him, the aura was cold and terrifying, like a ghost hovering around his body.
When his face remained normal, shadows shrouded his feet, and he forcibly broke free from the shackles of some kind of ghost.
"Are you kidding me?"
A man in his thirties opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Jian as if he had seen a ghost.
He even wondered whether the spiritual power had interfered with Yang Jian, but it had no effect at all.
You must know that even if it is a real ghost, he can delay for a while.
"Not good." The man panicked and turned around to run away.
But the next moment he felt that his body was rapidly losing consciousness, he staggered and fell directly to the ground, a cold black shadow was eroding his body, depriving himself of control over his body.
"Help, help"
Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and called out for help.
But the next moment, he saw Yang Jian lift his foot and land.
boom!
His whole body trembled, his head trembled with severe pain, and then his consciousness fell into a coma, and he could no longer wake up.
"Dare to participate in this battle after controlling a ghost, do you really think that you don't die fast enough?" Yang Jian snorted coldly, walked straight to the next one without stopping.
"Damn it, are you coming at me?" A man in a wheelchair changed his face in shock and wanted to leave in a hurry.
But it was too late.
Yang Jian grabbed his neck with a blackened palm and lifted him up from the wheelchair, red light flickered in his dark eyes.
As soon as the ghost hand's suppression was completed, half of the person's body actually fell off from the body.
That half of the body seemed to be spliced ??onto his body, it didn't belong to a living person, it seemed to be cut from a certain corpse.
"Crack!"
Without giving him any chance, his neck was cut off abruptly, and then he planned to kill the third ghost master.
But at this time, Yang Jian's footsteps stopped.
He looked down slightly, narrowed his eyes, and immediately saw that his feet were hugged by a rotting corpse with disheveled hair.
He tried to struggle, but he couldn't move, his feet were immobilized as if they had taken root, and the feeling of losing control continued to spread as the incident passed.
"Yang Jian, don't be so self-righteous."
A woman in her early twenties, wearing a thick down jacket, stared at him intently: "No matter how powerful you are, you are only one person. Why don't you take us seriously?"
"You are very good."
Yang Jian turned to look at her, the red light in his eyes became more and more obvious.
"You don't need to praise me." The woman said coldly.
Yang Jian said: "You misunderstood, I'm not praising you, I said you are very good, it's just a little troublesome to kill, it doesn't mean I can't kill you."
After speaking, he raised his handwithin the scope of management. " Feng Quan nodded.
Xiong Wenwen said: "This is all thanks to your daddy Xiong. If I hadn't predicted it, Tong Qian would have died, and I would die soon after. In addition, if that white-haired guy kills us first, we will die." Losing three people, the ending will be another one, it is really possible to be wiped out by the group."
"Those people really know how to pick a place, this place can't use Huangquan." Feng Quan was a little bit restricted and was very upset.
Yang Jian looked up into the depths of the old house: "It's not that it can't be used, it's that it's been interfered with. This kind of intervention is very strange. It's not suppressed or influenced, but that the ghost domain can't affect certain parts of the old house."
But Xiong Wenwen was right.
If it wasn't for the prediction, the result would indeed be different if three people were lost.
But this is not entirely true.
Because Yang Jian still had reservations, he didn't try his best.
"But I finally won." Huang Ziya was slightly relieved at the moment.
Although the process looks easy, I can feel the thrill afterward.
Yang Jian frowned, he wanted to say something.
But at this moment, a bell sounded from somewhere deep in the ancient house.
This is the sound of a pendulum clock.
It seems that at a certain point, the pendulum clock is striking the time.
"Something is wrong."
As soon as the bell rang, Yang Jian felt something indescribable.
"It's not right, you see, the corpses of those ghost masters are disappearing"
Suddenly, Huang Ziya pointed to the crying corpse not far away and said anxiously.
Yes.
In the quiet hall, the corpses of ghost masters who had just been killed by them were disappearing.
Together with the ghosts in their bodies, they disappeared together.
It seems to have been erased by something more terrifying.
"This is impossible. Even if the bell can affect the corpse, it cannot affect the ghost."
Feng Quan guessed that there was something wrong with the bell, but he did not believe that ghosts would be affected by the bell.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly took out a pocket watch from his pocket.
That was the pocket watch Wang Chaling gave him before coming here.
He said that the time on the pocket watch is consistent with the time in the old house.
But now.
The time on the pocket watch showed that it was exactly six o'clock.
But now, as the bell rang, the time on the pocket watch was rapidly going backwards.
Five fifty, five forty, five thirty five
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The pendulum clock sounded and stopped at five thirty.
At this point in time, Yang Jian and the others were still walking on the street outside the old house, and did not enter the old house.
"You, you are Yang Jian?"
Suddenly.
In the depths of the ancient house, several people were coming to the hall, one of them was pushing a wheelchair with a look of astonishment on his face.
The people next to him are also very familiar.
They were all ghost masters who had been killed before.
"Are you kidding me?" Yang Jian's face was a little ugly at this moment.
The time on the pocket watch showed five thirty.
But the actual time is six o'clock.
Half an hour was erased by the pendulum clock, as if returning to half an hour ago.
"Restart"
Feng Quan also gritted his teeth at this moment, with a hideous expression on his face.
"How is this possible?" Huang Ziya and Tong Qian were also shocked.
How could it not be shocking that the person who had just been killed appeared in front of himself and the others again.
Xiong Wenwen couldn't help but cursed: "You're cheating, they're cheating, how can they play like this, isn't this bullying? Although my father Xiong likes to play, he has never played like this before."
"Yang Jian, let's go home and don't play with these rascals." (Remember this 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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