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Chapter 928 Bloody Gavel

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    Unexpectedly, the messenger who was lucky to come down from the fourth floor was hiding in the closet of bedroom 404.

    They did have some tricks, and they were able to get a strange thing with a supernatural aura. This wardrobe is not considered a supernatural item, but because there were ghosts hiding in the wardrobe before, some weird changes occurred in the wardrobe.  That's all, it seems to be able to isolate the movement inside and outside.

    Let the ghosts outside the closet not be able to find the people in the closet.

    It also prevents the people in the closet from hearing the movement outside.

    Although very tasteless.

    But at the moment, being on the fourth floor of the out-of-control post office is very useful, at least it can make people safely spend the most dangerous nights.

    And the location of this wardrobe is also very clever.

    Deliberately placed in room 404 where there is a ghost, to keep company with ghosts.

    After all, ghosts are real ghosts, but the messenger is not necessarily a real messenger. You can take this opportunity to avoid the ghost hidden in the messenger.

    "Sure enough, there are still other messengers who survived. The messenger on the fourth floor is indeed very thoughtful." Although Li Yang is very interested, he has a more important task, which is to block the door.

    Because outside the door, the hurried footsteps walking back and forth did not stop.

    The ghost is still lingering outside the door.

    At the same time, Liu Qingqing's headless corpse that opened the closet door started to move. Her body seemed to be fine, and she slowly walked towards the place where her head rolled down, and then bent down to remove the shriveled body that had been pounded.  Picked up the head, and then put it together for himself.

    Both the neck and the body are puppets, which fit perfectly, without even needing to borrow the ghost's ability.

    Liu Qingqing moved her neck and made a clicking sound. She touched her forehead.

    The blow of the mallet was terrible, more than half of the forehead sank, and the beautiful head was deformed. She tried to press it, but there was no way to restore it. It seemed that it caused permanent damage.  The person must be dead, even if it is a ghost, I'm afraid it has already been repelled.

    "The puppet's body itself is supernatural, and that mallet is very unusual." Yang Jian knew exactly how special Liu Qingqing's body was.

    ? Although Liu Qingqing survived the blow, it didn't seem to have much effect.

    It is possible to smash the head of the puppet's body, which means that the real ghost will also have its head smashed after bearing this blow.

    "Kill him." Liu Qingqing's beautiful face was particularly gloomy at the moment, she was a little angry, and wanted to kill him.

    Yang Jian glanced at her: "It's up to me to decide whether to kill or not, not you."

    "Aren't you going to kill the messenger on the fourth floor? He's against us. Do you still want to let him go? If you don't do it, then I'll do it."

    Liu Qingqing walked over with her shriveled head on high heels.

    "Calm down." Wang Shan persuaded.

    He didn't want to see Yang Jian and Liu Qingqing clash.

    "Shut up." Liu Qingqing gave Wang Shan a fierce look, and at the same time an invisible supernatural curse fell on Wang Shan.

    Wang Shan stood motionless like a puppet, his hands and feet were stiff.

    puppet?

    Seeing this, Yang Jian was unmoved: "If I don't kill, do you want to fight with me? Liu Qingqing."

    After finishing speaking, he stepped on Qu Hongtao on the ground, and then held a cracked spear in his hand, ready to strike again.

    Although Liu Qingqing was angry, she didn't lose her mind because of it. She just couldn't bear to become such a ghost, and her beautiful head was deformed by a mallet.

    Seeing Yang Jian's tough attitude, she stopped, not daring to challenge Yang Jian's bottom line.

    Once you really tear your face apart, do it.

    She will definitely be killed on the spot.

    There is no other possibility.

    As a messenger who mixed into the supernatural circle, Liu Qingqing knew more or less about Yang Jian's intelligence information. Many people who were stronger than himself but opposed Yang Jian were killed by him, and he had a brilliant record in the supernatural circle.

    People who don't know him will naturally think that Yang Jian's attitude is arrogant when he sees Yang Jian like this.

    But if you know his strength, you will understand that Yang Jian's attitude is already very low-key and restrained.

    "Are you trying to protect him?" Liu Qingqing resisted the impulse and asked.

    "I do things, don't ask, don't think that you can question me confidently just because you have been attacked a little bit."

    Yang Jian saidSaid: "Don't blame others if you are not capable enough. I didn't blame anyone when I was hurt by fighting ghosts in the corridor before."

    Although Liu Qingqing was annoyed, she could only swallow her breath.

    "As for you, go to the closet and call out the people inside." Yang Jian kicked.

    A lot of strength.

    Directly kicked the messenger named Qu Hongtao into the air, and smashed it heavily on the wardrobe.

    "you"

    Qu Hongtao gritted his teeth and snorted. He stared at Yang Jian, as if he wanted revenge and resistance.

    But considering his own situation and the surrounding situation, he didn't dare to mess around, so he could only go back into the closet without looking back.

    The closet seemed to be bigger than it looked, and people seemed to disappear after entering it, and there was no one in sight.

    soon.

    There was movement again in the closet, the clothes hanging inside shook, and several figures came out.

    Just as Qu Hongtao said, there are three people including him.

    "Interesting, I didn't expect there to be such a capable messenger like you on the fourth floor. My name is Wang Feng. What happened just now was just a misunderstanding. How about reconciling?" Among the three people, the leader was a man in his thirties.  His face was slightly haggard, with a smile on his face, his eyes were fixed on Yang Jian.

    Just now, they had a brief exchange in the closet and learned about the situation outside.

    "That gavel is very special." Yang Jian said abruptly.

    Qu Hongtao next to him dodged his eyes, wanted to speak but held back.

    "You said this? It's really special." A blood-stained gavel slipped out of the sleeve of this man named Wang Feng, with a strange aura.

    "I want it."

    Without further ado, Yang Jian made a move in an instant, and he was about to grab it by force.

    "My friend, you're impulsive." Wang Feng's eyes became gloomy, and he picked up the mallet in his hand and smashed it at Yang Jian's blackened palm.

    When the ghost hand was hit, it felt numb in an instant.

    And it wasn't just the ghost hand, almost half of Yang Jian's body felt like he had lost consciousness.

    "I don't know how to live or die."

    Yang Jian held the cracked spear in his other hand and slashed at the man.

    Wang Feng couldn't dodge in time, a large piece of one arm was directly cut off, dripping with blood, and the bones were exposed.

    The sharpness of this hatchet is really outrageous.

    "Too much."

    Another messenger next to him saw the clue at this moment, he rushed out and stopped in front of Wang Feng.

    The ghost shadow covering the past was actually isolated at this moment, forming an untouchable spiritual land, and the operation of letting the ghost shadow invade this Wang Feng failed.

    "Interesting, the messenger on the fourth floor really has a ghost master." Yang Jian didn't try hard, but just tested it a little.

    If you really want to do it, these people can't be his opponents.

    After all, there are too many ghosts on the fourth floor tonight, and he doesn't want to add a few recovered ghosts.

    But Wang Feng didn't know that Yang Jian's shot was very restrained, he thought that he had exhausted all his strength, and they were just equal opponents.

    "It doesn't make any sense to fight each other here. You already have that knife in your hand, and you still miss my thing? Let's stop. It's hard to say whether we can survive tonight. Infighting is very stupid."

    He ignored the bleeding arm, but was wary of Yang Jian's attack again, but he felt horrified in his heart: "What is the origin of this guy? After being hit by my blood-stained mallet, he looks like a normal person, and  There is more than one ability to use ghosts, is the newcomer from the third floor so scary?"

    monster?

    I don't know why, but Wang Feng has such an idea vaguely formed in his mind.

    "Who would think that there are too many things in their hands." Yang Jian shook his numb arm.

    This feeling should come from the oppressive force of supernatural items.

    After being hammered, the ghost can temporarily lose the ability to move, and fall into a state close to deep sleep.

    Although dangerous, it is not fatal.

    The premise is not to be hit continuously, otherwise the suppression superposition is likely to make the consciousness fall into a deep sleep.

    "Want to help?" Lao Ying stood by Yang Jian's side, ready to strike at any time.

    Yang Jian said: "No need, I want to try the ability of the messenger on the fourth floor."

    After finishing speaking, he turned around and said: "If you want me to stop, it's very simple, show the corresponding strength, or hand over this gavel."

    Immediately, he strode forward again with the cracked spear in hand.

    "This lunatic." Wang Feng's face also became gloomy.

    He had a strong premonition that if he continued to fight, the person in front of him would definitely not die, only the three on his side would die.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??Or hand over the gavel.  "

    Immediately, he strode forward again with the cracked spear in hand.

    "This lunatic." Wang Feng's face also became gloomy.

    He had a strong premonition that if he continued to fight, the person in front of him would definitely not die, only the three on his side would die.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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