Mysterious recovery

One of the ghosts with will-o'-the-wisps burning on its back moved its pale ears slightly, as if it heard Yang Jian's footsteps, then immediately turned its head and faced Yang Jian's direction.

One ghost twisted its head, and the other three ghosts followed suit.

"Did you find me?" Yang Jian stopped walking and his face became serious.

But the ghost didn't move.

After Yang Jian paused for a moment, he immediately realized something was wrong. When he saw Liu Qi's body lying on the ground, one hand was still clutching the ankle of one of the ghosts, and he refused to let go.

"The ghost didn't attack me, and still maintained this posture. Could it be that Liu Qi is not dead..."

His eyes moved slightly.

Only if Liu Qi is not dead and the ghost attacks are still going on, can he explain why he was not attacked by the ghosts.

After realizing this, Yang Jian went straight to Li Gui without the slightest hesitation.

At this moment, the identities between the hunter and the prey seemed to be reversed.

Yang Jian wanted to attack Li Gui instead of being attacked by Li Gui.

But the three ghosts holding hands still did not move in the face of Yang Jian's arrival.

Everything is as expected.

The ghost will not turn to attack the next person until it kills Liu Qi.

The reason why Liu Qi was able to survive was not because of how powerful his own supernatural power was, but because of his special curse. He transferred the ghost's supernatural power to himself to weaken his control. Although the transfer this time was not complete, but But blocked this attack, stalemate for a while.

If it weren't for this special curse, his fate would definitely be the same as Henry Zhang's fate, and he would die suddenly on the spot.

When Yang Jian arrived, the ghost didn't move at all, just like a living target.

With the cracked spear in his hand, he stabbed out.

Li Gui, who moved his ears just now, was immediately pierced through his cold body by a rusty coffin nail.

Immediately after Li Gui was pierced through his body, he lost all his supernatural powers and fell limp.

The cold arm that was holding hands also hangs down feebly at this moment.

The original perfect siege was immediately lifted due to the lack of one of the ghosts.

After the siege was lifted, Liu Qi's consciousness recovered a lot again. He moved slightly and regained a little consciousness.

This scene fell in Yang Jian's eyes, and he was completely sure that his guess was correct.

It seemed that Henry Zhang could not be saved, but Liu Qi could be brought back from the brink of death.

Although Liu Qi looks miserable like this, as long as the person is still alive, everything can be recovered.

But just after Yang Jian suppressed a ghost and broke the attack of the ghost holding hands, the other two weird women seemed to have completely lost control and became restless.

A ghost with only eyes was staring at Yang Jian, and Yang Jian's appearance was gradually reflected in those pale eyes.

On the other hand, the other ghost, with bright red lips parted slightly, wriggled its slender, enchanting, but cold, sexy body and kept getting closer, as if he wanted to kiss Yang Jian.

Being kissed by a ghost is definitely not an affair, but a deadly spiritual attack.

Yang Jian wanted to move.

But suddenly found that the skin on the body was covered with a layer of dull dead gray.

The body could not move, like a stiff corpse.

"Is it the spirit of another ghost?" Yang Jian's ghost eyes turned slightly, staring at those pale eyes.

Yang Jian's figure was reflected in those pale eyes.

But then.

There was a ray of pale green fire in the ghost's pale eyes.

The reflection of the flames blurred Yang Jian's figure.

Yang Jian's stiff body immediately returned to action.

Followed by.

The hatchet fell instantly.

A hideous gash was torn open on the strange woman's neck immediately, and a heavy head fell to the ground, rolling to the side, and then the will-o'-the-wisp ignited the head, and the fire ignited violently again.

"It's really dangerous for the three ghosts to cooperate in the attack, but it's a pity that it's incomplete now." Yang Jian stepped back.

The Li Gui, who was wriggling his enchanting body and kept getting closer, was pulled away.

This retreat made it impossible for the ghost to kiss Yang Jian again.

But Li Gui didn't give up, and was still twisting his body to keep getting closer.

The first thousand 290 chapter two a pack of medicine

These three enchanting and cold women are weird and terrifying.

But in the face of Yang Jian's attack, these three weird women were either suppressed or dismembered, leaving only the last ghost intact, but it was not a big threat to him if it was just a ghost.

Looking at the writhing ghost that kept trying to get closer, Yang Jian was surrounded by will-o'-the-wisps at the moment, hiding himself in the depths of the flames, keeping a sufficient distance from the ghost.

And Li Gui didn't stop acting because of the burning of the will-o'-the-wisp.

This ghost with only one bright red lip on his face continued to get closer by stepping on the will-o'-the-wisp.

But the closer he got, the more will-o'-the-wisps burning around him, and Li Gui's body was also shrouded in flames at this moment, and was ignited again.

The flames surrounded the ghost and burned crazily.

But the ghost still continued to move forward with the burning will-o'-the-wisp.

Yang Jian was expressionless. He knew that after the ghost stared at him, as long as the ghost could still move, it would not stop attacking. Even the burning of the will-o'-the-wisp only slightly slowed down the ghost's speed of action.

But his will-o'-the-wisp is not the will-o'-the-wisp controlled by Li Jun before.

The will-o'-the-wisp mixed with the spirit of the furnace fire is very restrained to this kind of real ghost.

As the will-o'-the-wisp continued to burn, the ghost's body seemed to be completely ignited, and its movements became slower and slower.

finally.

The last ghost stopped at a distance of about seven or eight meters from Yang Jian. The enchanting body showed a weird twisted movement and was frozen in place. As the flames burned intensified, the ghost couldn't do anything anymore. It maintained its previous graceful figure, and finally turned into a scorched black corpse.

Seeing that the three ghosts had been dealt with temporarily, Yang Jian walked towards Liu Qi who was lying on the ground with peace of mind.

Yang Jian first checked Henry Zhang's body.

After repeated confirmation several times, in the end, the result was the same as his own judgment, Henry Zhang had no possibility of resurrection, and died under the spiritual attack.

On the other hand, Liu Qi.

Because the spirit he controlled was stronger than Henry Zhang, he survived such an attack, and because of the retreat of the three ghosts, Liu Qi's state had a short-term improvement, but this improvement was temporary, because Yang Immediately felt that the ghost in Liu Qi's body would soon get out of control.

"Can it be saved?"

Yang Jian frowned and thought about it.

Since Liu Qi is not dead, he should find a way to save him. After all, Liu Qi came to Baishui Town because of helping him, not to mention that he is still a member of the headquarters, and he cannot just watch Let him die.

just.

It is very difficult to rescue a ghost master.

It can't be saved by simple means, which involves spiritual balance.

Even Yang Jian, when faced with a ghost master who is about to lose control, it is difficult to help him regain his balance in a short time.

"Yang Jian, is that you?" Liu Qi could move now, he had no mouth, couldn't speak, and couldn't see the surroundings without eyes.

In the end, he just moved his fingers and wrote vigorously on the ground.

The rough ground abraded his fingers, and blood flowed out, leaving these words on the ground.

"It's me." Yang Jian responded.

But Liu Qi couldn't hear it either, and the only perception left was the sense of smell.

Yang Jian looked to the side, and stuffed an unlit red ghost candle that had fallen nearby into Liu Qi's hand.

Liu Qi felt it and immediately understood that it was indeed Yang Jian who came.

Because ghosts will not do such behavior, only living people know about ghost candles, and they will use ghost candles to convey news.

"I'm going to die." Liu Qi continued to write with his fingers, the ground was stained red between his frayed fingers, and continued to write.

He didn't stop, wanted to leave his last words, and continued to write: "I'm sorry, I caused you trouble, but I still hope that after my death, Yang Jian, you can help me take care of my mother. The excitement is already crazy..."

Yang Jian stood aside without speaking, just staring at the line written by Liu Qi, while continuing to think about ideas in his mind.

It's too early to leave a last word.

The ghost master cannot give up until the moment of dying, and no one knows what miracle will happen at the last moment.

"The curse of the music box can save Liu Qi, but he probably won't be able to stop the outbreak of the curse of the music box afterwards." Yang Jian thought of such a way.

It is impossible to help Liu Qi regain his balance in such a short period of time. The only way is to use the music box curse to temporarily let him survive this level, and then find a way to lift the curse after leaving Baishui Town.

Although it is not easy to lift the curse, at least a few days of survival can be won.

"Wait, there is another way besides the music box curse."

Yang Jian suddenly remembered something again at this moment, a memory about the traditional Chinese medicine shop appeared in his mind.

The owner of a Chinese medicine shop, a ghost master who has survived to the present during the Republic of China.

After Yang Jian visited the Chinese medicine shop owner, he got three packs of Chinese medicine.

Those three packs of Chinese medicine seem to be very precious, after taking it, it can delay the recovery time of the ghost.

"We'll know if the medicine works now." Yang Jian decided to use Liu Qi to test the medicine. If it didn't work, it wouldn't be too late for him to release the music box curse.

Immediately.

Water appeared under his feet.

The stagnant water is deep and dark, leading to unknown places.

Subsequently.

A white arm soaked in water suddenly protruded from the depths of the stagnant water, and a medicine bag wrapped in yellow paper was lifted in front of him by a floating corpse swimming in the water.

Yang Jian took it immediately, and then tore it open without hesitation.

The yellow paper was just ordinary oil paper and there was nothing special about it, but when Yang Jian opened it, what was wrapped in the oil paper was a ball of off-white medicine powder.

He stretched out his finger, picked up a little and observed it, but couldn't tell what it was.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a bag of ashes, not a bag of traditional Chinese medicine at all.

"Is this thing really useful?" Yang Jian had doubts in his heart.

But at this time, he couldn't care too much. He grabbed the pack of traditional Chinese medicine with his ghostly hands, and stuffed it into Liu Qi's stomach.

Liu Qi has no mouth and can't eat now, so Yang Jian can only use this rather extreme way to feed him this pack of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Are you trying to save me? It's useless. I'm out of balance and will die soon." Liu Qi sensed Yang Jian's strange behavior. Of course he didn't doubt that Yang Jian wanted to kill himself. Yang Jian must have stuffed something into his stomach to save himself.

But the spiritual imbalance, the revival of the ghost can't be easily dealt with.

Liu Qi thought so.

However, an incredible thing happened. Liu Qi felt his stomach bulging rapidly at this moment, as if something terrible had parasitized into his stomach, causing a burst of coldness and pain.

He didn't have time to be astonished.

Then Liu Qi discovered that the cloudy aura of the bulging stomach was spreading everywhere at the moment, quickly spreading all over the body.

I thought the situation would get worse, and I would be eroded by the weird thing in my stomach.

But who would have thought that at the same time that the cold breath eroded the body, the spirit that was out of control gradually subsided, as if the ghosts in the body had fallen into a deep sleep.

This is by no means a psychic balance.

Instead, he used some stronger supernatural means to suppress all the ghosts in his body in one go.

And the supernatural power stuffed into the stomach is very stable, there is no risk of getting out of control and eroding itself, on the contrary, the terrifying supernatural power in the stomach is slowly dissipating as time goes by.

Feeling like this means that before the supernatural power dissipates, there is no risk of the ghost recovering for a period of time.