Mysterious recovery

Because he has not forgotten Meng Xiaodong's supernatural powers, if she wants to increase the number, she must use living people in reality as a medium, and by replacing living people, let her past self appear.

Therefore, the more people there are in the city, the more dangerous it is. On the contrary, the wilderness is a good choice in the suburbs where there are no living people.

It's just that it is somewhat difficult to find a large area of ​​no man's land in this world.

In the end, Yang Jian could only choose to fight in a suburb, and the ghost domain covered all the people in this area, so as to prevent these people from becoming Meng Xiaodong's medium.

"I'm the only one within a radius of [-] kilometers, I believe it should be enough."

Holding a cracked spear, Yang Jian waited quietly.

He doesn't know if he is an opponent now, and he doesn't know how long he can last, but he still has another trick, which is Guitong. He is looking forward to Guitong's growth. If Guitong can catch up, it will definitely appear. The ghost boy with the human skin must have predicted what happened to him now.

If the ghost boy didn't come, it can only be a possibility, that is, it will die if it comes, and the result cannot be reversed, so it will choose to continue to grow.

And what Yang Jian has to do is to hold on until the ghost boy arrives.

"If Meng Xiaodong can be killed, then the future can be reversed and Meng Xiaodong will disappear at 10:[-] and [-] minutes. Once she dies, she will not exist in the future, so at that time I just Just need to face Qin Lao and Luo Qian..."

Although it was still a hellish start at that time, at least one monster of the Republic of China was dismounted.

Just when he was getting ready.

The ghost domain covering the surroundings made Yang Jian feel the invasion of spirits.

A weird and cold old woman appeared with a basket.

Without any suspense, Meng Xiaodong followed again.

However, the moment Meng Xiaodong appeared.

Yang Jian, who was holding a hatchet, immediately disappeared in place.

next moment.

The ghost shadow covered, the hatchet slashed down, and the dismemberment and supernatural attack came in an instant, without any hands left.

However, after a knife.

Meng Xiaodong stood there like a normal person, she was not injured at all, as if the attack just now was just a joke.

"Huh?" Yang Jian's expression froze, and he immediately stopped to watch.

"Do you need to be in such a hurry? Let's do it when we meet, young man. If you don't have the confidence to deal with me, I can give you another chance to escape. This time you can try to run farther." Meng Xiaodong said with a smile. The wrinkled face revealed a sinister look.

Yang Jian also said with a cold face: "Don't be arrogant, do I need you to give me a chance? You can't stop my infinite restart, and I can't stop your infinite invasion. If it really consumes, we are on par. The reason why I don’t continue to restart is because it’s meaningless, if I can’t deal with you, there is no difference between giving me 10 minutes and 30 days.”

"You must be familiar with the hatchet in my hand, the tall male corpse from the Caesar Hotel, but it seems that using it against you seems to have no effect."

"No, it's just that I can block such attacks many, many times." Meng Xiaodong said.

As her words fell, a corner of the black cloth on the basket in her hand was suddenly lifted, and then a small head poked out. This little head looked around, and finally jumped out of the basket with all its strength. Then fell heavily to the ground.

It was a moving doll.

After the doll fell to the ground, it immediately stood up again, then patted the dust off its body, and ran and jumped around Meng Xiaodong.

And it wasn't just a doll, in the basket in Meng Xiaodong's hand, the dolls jumped down one after another, and in just a moment, a group of dolls circled around Meng Xiaodong.

"Substitute baby?" Yang Jian's expression froze slightly.

really.

The psychic item like the dead doll was made by Meng Xiaodong.

But the doll in the hands of the old woman does not need money?There were more than a dozen surrogate dolls just released, that is to say, he had to cut them a dozen times with his hatchet to consume them all.

And the surrogate dolls in the basket are still running out... It's almost endless.

"Even the surrogate doll in my hand knows, Xiao Qin is right, you really have great potential." Meng Xiaodong said: "So you have to die."

Yang Jian didn't speak, but was thinking of ways to fight against this Meng Xiaodong.

But he couldn't figure it out.

The only thing to rely on is the coffin nails.

"You can only know if you can win or not. You can't rely on thinking." Yang Jian decided to look for flaws in the confrontation.

Immediately.

Will-o'-the-wisps began to appear in the ghost domain.

The light green will-o'-the-wisp came suddenly, and then burned crazily with an almost uncontrollable trend. In just a few seconds, the ghost domain was already a sea of ​​flames.

Will-o'-the-wisps burn supernaturally.

The surrogate dolls surrounding Meng Xiaodong were trembling with fright at the moment, they all moved closer to her, holding on to her trousers tightly, for fear of being contaminated by the will-o'-the-wisp.

But there is still a dead doll who accidentally touches the will-o'-the-wisp.

The dead baby turned pale in panic, opened its mouth and desperately blew at the burning place, trying to blow out the will-o'-the-wisp.

But after blowing twice, the will-o'-the-wisp instantly expanded, engulfing the scapegoat directly, and a scapegoat was burned to death in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jian is very familiar with the characteristics of the dead doll.

Although it can withstand deadly spiritual attacks, it is very fragile itself. If it kills the surrogate doll first, then the ability of the surrogate doll to die for it will be invalidated.

But just relying on will-o'-the-wisps is not enough.

next moment.

Countless charred ghost hands protruded from the flames, and these ghost hands rushed to grab the old woman in front of them, trying to tear her into pieces, and at the same time pulling her into the will-o'-the-wisp fire to burn her alive.

"Try to use all supernatural means to see if we can deal with her..." Yang Jian thought so.

Yet his ideas were just emerging.

Then he realized that his ghost domain had been invaded again.

The second old lady floated into the flames with a basket in hand. With her appearance, the surrounding ghost fires even backed away, unable to swallow it.

"Come here so soon?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched.

But the cruelty of reality is far more than that.

There were signs that the ghost domain was being invaded again, and the third old woman also appeared, also carrying a basket in the flames.

Fourth, fifth, sixth...

More and more old women appeared in Yang Jian's ghost domain.

"The ability to restart infinitely is good, but the other means are a little weaker, but it's also very good, after all, it's still young."

Meng Xiaodong's voice came from the countless covered ghost hands, and then he saw the scorched black ghost hands peeling off, as if he had lost all his spiritual power, and could no longer move.

soon.

The ghost hand's attack failed, and she appeared in front of her safe and sound.

But at this moment when Meng Xiaodong was out of trouble.

A coffin nail appeared out of nowhere and ruthlessly penetrated into her forehead, almost piercing her entire head.

The suppression of the coffin nails is still terrible.

This Meng Xiaodong threw his neck back, then his body lost his movement, and he stood motionless on the spot, falling into dead silence.

"Coffin nails? This should be your trump card. Although it is successful, how many nails can you have in your hand? You must know that three nails were made in total. Even if you have all of them in your hands, you can nail three of me to death at most."

The other Meng Xiaodong spoke again, her old face still showed a gloomy coldness, she didn't take the attack just now at all.

Yang Jian was silent.

He also had a coffin nail in his hand, and at most two Meng Xiaodongs could be nailed to death.

But compared with the surrounding quantity, it is simply a drop in the bucket.

But at least it can prove that even for this monster of the Republic of China, coffin nails can still work.

On the contrary, the hatchet is useless now. There are so many dead babies, even if the opponent stands still and asks him to chop, he will not be able to chop them to death.

But he is also confident that he will not be killed by Meng Xiaodong.

After all, restarting itself plus infinite restarting has the possibility of surviving in any state.

It's just that if it continues like this, the loser will definitely be yourself.

time to hesitate.

The number of old women around has increased again, this time there are already more than 20.

Although the nearby living people have been transferred by him, this Meng Xiaodong can completely invade the living people dozens of kilometers away, and then come here again.

"Do you want to use the ghost domain and sink it into the lake?" There is another kind of supernatural power in Yang Jian that is useless, and that is the ghost lake.

His [-]% ghost lake can open the way to the ghost lake in this world.

It's just that he will be attacked at that time, but he is confident that he can survive in the ghost lake.

But at the moment.

However, his body has been eroded by the spirit, and it began to blur and disappear quickly, and at the same time, a vague figure appeared in front of him.

At this time, Meng Xiaodong chose to make a move.

Chapter 310 The Irreversible Past

Yang Jian's body was rapidly blurring. This Meng Xiaodong was following him, trying to use Yang Jian's body as a medium to make him disappear into this world.

This kind of spiritual erosion was several times faster than the attack that Yang Jian encountered in Dachuan City.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian's body was so blurred that not even a shadow was left, but what was beneath Yang Jian's body was not the flesh of a living person, but a strange lake. These lakes gathered together to form a humanoid body. The outline, and the scorched ghost hands and ghost eyes are attached to the outline formed by the lake.

Ghost lake, ghost hands, and ghost eyes are real supernatural beings that cannot be replaced.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Jian was not killed immediately, but barely blocked such a spiritual attack.

"So that's the case, have you abandoned the body of a living person and become a different kind? In this way, it is really difficult to make you disappear. It's a pity that Luo Qian didn't come, otherwise he would just be able to bury a ghost like you."

The old lady who appeared around saw this scene and immediately understood.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes and restarted himself to resist this kind of spiritual attack.

next moment.

His physical condition was reversing, and with just a flash of red light, he appeared in front of him again intact.

"I'm not that easy to be killed. Although you have a large advantage in numbers, you can't crack my restart."

Although Yang Jian's face was calm at the moment, he still had lingering fears in his heart.

For a moment just now, he really suspected that he was going to disappear from this world.

Fortunately, I am out of the category of human beings, and use the characteristic that ghosts cannot be killed to block such attacks.

"If that's the case, there's nothing I can do. I'm actually not very good at fighting people. You're lucky to meet me. If anyone came over, you'd have died several times by now."

Meng Xiaodong sighed lightly, seeming a little helpless, wondering if what she said was true or false.

But Yang Jian certainly wouldn't believe her nonsense.

Even if the old monsters of the Republic of China were not good at supernatural attacks, but with such a level of terror here, a little trick is enough to kill people.

"Since this is the case, let it deal with you." After Meng Xiaodong finished speaking, he put his old wrinkled hands into the basket he carried with him.

I don't know what is in the basket covered with black cloth.

Ok?

Yang Jian's face moved slightly.

At this moment, he saw that the movements of the old women floating around him were astonishingly consistent, and they all put their hands into the basket.

Meng Xiaodong groped around in the black cloth-covered basket, and then smiled: "I found it."

Soon, she took out a doll from the basket.

This puppet has no clothes on, and has various bruises on its body, as if it was beaten by someone, but at this moment, Meng Xiaodong is playing with the puppet's head, so that the puppet will look at it. Yang Jian.

When I saw Yang Jian.

Immediately, the doll straightened up, as if it had come to life, its eyes moved strangely.

"It's another doll. No, it's not a doll. It's a ghost. I've encountered it in Dachuan City before."