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- Yang Jian wants to deal with this supernatural incident quickly, so his actions now are very bold, a bit reckless.
Light the white ghost candles in the ghost realm on the fourth floor of the ghost umbrella, and actively attract the ghosts. This is something Yang Jian would never have done before, because he would not easily risk himself.
But it's different now.
The supernatural power he has mastered now has surpassed before, and he knows the killing method of the ghost umbrella, and he still holds a powerful supernatural weapon in his hand, all of which have brought him considerable confidence.
Accompanied by the burning of the white ghost candle.
Things started to happen behind the dilapidated and scattered old houses around. With some subtle sounds in the rain, a strange person holding a black umbrella and covered in black tulle came out slowly. , and then kept moving closer to where Yang Jian was.
A little different from the ghosts on the third floor, the ghosts on the fourth floor are still wet even when holding an umbrella, and there are water droplets falling from time to time. It looks like they have been wandering in this rainy world for a long time.
"very good."
Yang Jian was not afraid, but went straight to meet him.
However, the burning of the white ghost candle didn't just attract a ghost out. Several strange figures with umbrellas appeared one after another behind other collapsed houses, and as time passed, such figures gradually It has become more, and the number is even more than that of the third floor.
In fact, there are not a few ghosts on this floor, but they are usually scattered, so it is not easy to find them. Now that they are all attracted by ghost candles, the number will naturally increase.
Yang Jian came directly in front of the ghost as before, and he grabbed the umbrella in Li Gui's hand without hesitation, trying to grab it.
However, when he exerted a little force, he found that the umbrella in the opponent's hand was not moving at all, and there was no way to grab it.
You know, his palm is a ghost hand, which has the ability to suppress fierce ghosts. Although it can't fight against very terrifying ghosts, it can also deal with ordinary supernatural beings.
"The ghosts on the fourth floor are indeed different. They can't be dealt with as casually as before, but that's all."
Yang Jian dropped the umbrella in his hand, then held the spear tightly, raised his hand and slashed at the ghost in front of him.
The old hatchet was extremely sharp when facing Li Gui, and easily cut off one of Li Gui's arms.
Although the cold arm was still holding on to the black umbrella, it was easily snatched away by Yang Jian.
Yang Jian, who was drenched in the rain, immediately lifted up the umbrella on the fourth floor to avoid being soaked in the weird rain for a long time, and the ghost in front of him lost his black umbrella and started to panic under the rain. Little by little it is melting.
Like a snowman drenched in spring rain.
After a while, the ghost completely disappeared and became part of the stagnant water on the ground.
Ghosts don't die, they just exist in a different way.
Seeing this scene, Yang Jian vaguely felt that the endless rain here should be related to the ghosts imprisoned here.
The deeper the layers of the ghost umbrella, the heavier the rain, and the more terrifying the ghost.
However, when this idea first appeared, the vision around Yang Jian became dim again until all the light disappeared, and then after a while, the vision slowly recovered.
There was a loud sound of rain all around.
The splashing rain fell, hitting the black umbrella with a dull and weird sound, and it disappeared in less than a moment.
There were already several holes in the umbrella in Yang Jian's hand.
The umbrellas on the fourth floor don't seem to last long in the face of the torrential rain on the fifth floor.
However, when the light returned, Yang Jian was stunned.
?Because the surrounding scene has changed a lot again, there were only a few dilapidated and collapsed wooden houses before, but now there are rows of complete houses around, some of these houses are made of wood, some of them are made of blue bricks
It was built, and it was all complete, not dilapidated, just like a small village.
The only difference is that there is no one in this village, not a single person, and every house is locked, as if denying anyone to enter.
"There is actually such a place in the ghost umbrella."
Yang Jian's ghostly eyes glanced around, and at the same time confirmed that the roofs of these houses are intact, that is to say, if you want to shelter from the rain heresp; As Yang Jian continued to advance, the surrounding ghost fires also covered him. These ghost fires ignited the black umbrellas and used them as fuel to burn more vigorously.
Some black umbrellas were damaged by the will-o'-the-wisps and disappeared.
However, some umbrellas do not change no matter how they are burned, but the number of these umbrellas that are not burnt is very small, not many, and they all have a common characteristic, that is, they are open and intact. Umbrellas with a slight chip can't resist the will-o'-the-wisps.
"Is the umbrella that won't burn out the umbrella on the fifth floor? If the guess is correct, then I can get to the sixth floor with it?" Yang Jian's footsteps stopped, and he reached for the umbrella in front of him. A black umbrella that cannot be burned.
But just when he was about to grab the black umbrella, a figure suddenly appeared from the burning will-o'-the-wisp behind him.
That figure was shrouded in flames and kept approaching him.
And this feeling is very familiar.
It's like the feeling of being peeped in a ghost dream before.
Yang Jian stopped immediately, then turned around abruptly, and at the same time the red spear in his hand was thrown out.
This is a subconscious counterattack.
Didn't even think much about it.
However, when the flying spear tore open the will-o'-the-wisp, Yang Jian could see the figure clearly.
It was a female corpse. The corpse was wearing old clothes, and the clothes even had holes in several places. What's weird was that the face of the female corpse seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white lime, making it impossible to see clearly. The appearance of a female corpse.
"It's the ghost released from the rotten coffin on the ghost ship." At this moment, Yang Jian understood what it was that had been following him and spying on him in secret.
It turned out that this thing had been following him when he was on the ghost ship.
However, when he observed Yang Jian again, he made a new discovery. He saw a small piece of lime peeling off the female corpse's face. (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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