Mysterious recovery

Yang Jian stood at the door of the shop with neon lights flashing. He saw the shop was full of people. These people were very hungry at the moment, and all of them were crazily eating a white flour steamed bun.

There is only one steamed bun in these people's hands, but they can keep eating it, as if they can't finish it.

"This is a shop that I haven't seen before." Yang Jian recalled it, and he was sure that he had never seen this steamed bun shop when he came here before.

It may be that this store did not open before, but opened after he left.

Peeping with ghost eyes, Yang Jian stared at the white steamed buns in their hands.

The white steamed bun looks like a piece of pale human skin, it looks a bit oozing, eating it in one bite is like biting into white fat, and it disappears strangely before swallowing it.

"Steamed buns are free, one per person, eating in the store, no taking away."

A red slogan was pasted on the wall of the store, and there was a steamer underneath. The steamer was already cold, but there were piles of steamed steamed buns on it.

"I don't know what's special about this supernatural shop. To be safe, it's better to bring people out first." At this moment, Yang Jian's ghost eyes were emitting golden light, illuminating the darkness in front of him.

The ghost domain extends into the store.

A living person who was eating steamed buns was directly pulled out by him.

However, a strange scene happened.

The steamed buns in the hands of the living people who left the shop immediately dissipated, and the living people who had no steamed buns to eat at this moment began to lose weight at an unimaginable speed.

"Hungry, I'm so hungry." He was struggling, howling, wanting to eat.

But soon, the man opened his eyes and opened his mouth. His whole body was emaciated, his vital signs were disappearing rapidly, and finally he died on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the other survivors were so frightened that they almost sat on the ground.

Wang Shanshan also frowned, feeling a little scary.

Yang Jian's face darkened, he took a glance, and immediately diagnosed this person's condition.

This person was not killed by a ghost, but starved to death.

"A steamed bun that gets more and more hungry, once you take a bite, you can't leave this steamed bun shop, otherwise you will starve to death outside." He probably understood the weirdness of this shop.

As a result, there is no way to save the people in this shop.

These people are all infected with supernatural powers, and saving them is tantamount to killing them.

"But you can try other methods."

Yang Jian thought for a while, and thought of a more violent method, which is to use will-o'-the-wisps to dispel the ghosts in these people's bodies. If he is lucky, these people can survive the burning of the will-o'-the-wisps.

If you are unlucky, you will have to die.

Without any hesitation.

Yang Jian's will-o'-the-wisp invaded and directly set the steamed bun shop on fire.

The spirit will be burned, but the living will not, but these living people have eaten the spirit, and the body is also contaminated with the spirit, so the burn of the will-o'-the-wisp is a kind of torture for them.

But this method can save them.

soon.

The shrill screams sounded in the steamed bun shop, and those who heard it were terrified.

Yang Jian was expressionless, just staring at the group of people engulfed by the will-o'-the-wisp.

soon.

Among the will-o'-the-wisps, many people came to their senses.

"Help, help."

"I don't want to be burned to death, who will save me."

The will-o'-the-wisp dispelled the ghosts, let these people regain their senses, and knew to call for help, which was a good thing.

Another moment passed.

Someone rushed out of the steamed bun shop in pain. He no longer had steamed buns in his hand, and his body was stained with light green will-o'-the-wisps. His eyes were terrified. He opened his mouth to pant, and the pain on his body was rapidly easing again.

"Good luck, you survived." Yang Jian looked around and confirmed the condition of this person.

"You, you set the fire?" The man looked at Yang Jian, startled and angry.

Yang Jian said: "It's not stupid, I set the fire on."

"You want to burn me to death, don't you?" The man rushed over angrily.

"At least I saved you from the ghost, you have to thank me." Yang Jian said with a blank expression.

The man froze for a moment, then stopped in his tracks.Only then did he realize the current situation. He glanced back at the steamed bun shop with flashing neon lights, and then at the quiet and eerie street. Suddenly, his body shivered, and a chill came to his heart.

When he looked at Yang Jian again, he no longer had anger, only panic and uneasiness.

"Stand over there in the past, don't get in the way." Yang Jian waved his hand and ignored this person.

This man was also very sensible, and he didn't dare to get angry with Yang Jian anymore, so he quickly turned his head and ran towards the crowd of survivors.

"You are really out of your mind. This person can deal with the existence of ghosts. He is here to save us. Don't make trouble. Follow him obediently before we can leave this ghost place."

Survivors have already begun to persuade this person, telling him some conditions.

The person who survived nodded his head again and again, not daring to say anything.

After the first person succeeded, the second and third people also rushed out of the steamed bun shop with their bodies on fire.

The will-o'-the-wisps dispelled the ghosts in their bodies, avoided their fate of being starved to death, and allowed them to survive. Although they also suffered from the pain of the will-o'-the-wisps, the pain was obviously nothing compared to surviving.

At last.

There were fewer and fewer people in the steamed bun shop, and most of them escaped alive. Only a few got too deep and ate too much, so they couldn't get out of the steamed bun shop.

But this result is good enough.

After all, they walked out of the supernatural shop alive.

After dealing with the steamed bun shop, Yang Jian didn't stay any longer, he had to rush to deal with the next supernatural point.

The person trapped in the supernatural place is not the only one, so he is relatively busy during these two hours.

The first thousand 320 eight chapters from Baishui Town

"Run, run."

In a deep alley in Baishui Town, several young people panicked and ran for their lives. They didn't even dare to look back, because here they encountered the most terrifying thing in their lives.

A ghost.

And the ghosts have already set their sights on them and started killing people.

Originally, their number was not so small, but a group of people, but only these few survived under the attack of the ghosts.

They survived because they were young and better able to run.

"Ah, no."

A miserable cry echoed in the silent alley. A young man was attacked by a ghost. He who was running fast suddenly fell to the ground, and then covered his head in pain. Something shattered as if hit hard.

Blood spattered, and the young man quickly twitched twice before remaining silent.

The rest of the people became more and more terrified, and they frantically fled the alley, away from the invisible terrifying ghost.

"Hurry up, hurry up, after running out of this alley, we will disperse and escape, we must have a chance to survive." A man running in front shouted loudly.

Although he was terrified, he was still somewhat rational and knew what to do to have a chance to survive.

But there are fewer and fewer survivors behind them, everyone is desperately running forward, and now they only have one thought in their minds, that is to surpass the people in front.

Because only in this way, the person who will die next time will not be himself. Although this can only temporarily delay the time of his own death, it is good to live for a few more seconds.

No one wants to die, and no one wants to be killed by the ghost behind him.

Fear drove these people, causing them to explode with physical strength and speed beyond usual.

However, no matter how these people ran, the ghosts behind them were still chasing after them.

"Don't block my way, get out of my way."

In desperation, the darkness of human nature appeared. A man suddenly reached out and grabbed the hair of a woman in front of him, and then pulled hard.

The young woman who was exhausted from running suddenly let out a cry of pain, staggered and fell to the ground.

The man who made the shot didn't stop at all, he passed the woman and ran out of the alley.

Obviously, he wanted to use this woman's life to delay the coming ghosts, so as to ensure that he could leave here alive.

"Zhao Zhixin, you bastard." The woman struggled to stand up from the ground, then was startled and angry, and couldn't help yelling.

It can be seen that this woman and the man in front still know each other.

But at this moment, no one dared to stop to help the fallen woman, because everyone knew very well that falling at this moment meant death, and several people secretly rejoiced that someone fell and died at this time, so that they would not It was the one who was left behind.

The woman who fell still wanted to continue to escape, but she just stood up and fell down again. She fell so hard just now that it seemed that her foot was broken. At this moment, she even struggled to walk let alone run. She was so desperate at this moment that she couldn't help crying.

After finally escaping, she was framed and injured, and could only wait to die. This was unacceptable to her.

"I'm going to escape."

The survivor at the front was very happy at this moment, because he was about to run out of this quiet alley, as long as he left this alley, the ghost would definitely not follow him, and he would be able to survive by then .

Yet at this moment.

The exit of the alley suddenly darkened, and a person stood there as if appearing out of thin air. This person was pale and cold, holding a strangely shaped hair-splitting spear. On his forehead, a strange eyeball was restless. Turned and said nothing.

"Is this a human, or a ghost?" The man in front slowed down, feeling uncertain.

"This should be the last batch of survivors trapped in the supernatural place." Yang Jian spoke at this moment, his voice was cold, echoing in the alley.

Then he saw him lift his foot, striding forward with a cracked spear in his hand.

"A living person."

The survivor in front heard Yang Jian's words and was overjoyed. He speeded up and passed Yang Jian quickly.

But this time of brushing against each other made him feel terrified, as if this person was more terrifying than the ghost chasing and killing him behind him.

"Is it an illusion?" The survivor didn't dare to hesitate, and fled the alley with this question.

Afterwards, several survivors bypassed Yang Jian and escaped one after another.

"Get out of the way, brat, don't get in the way." A man was frightened and angry, and ran towards him, not wanting to waste time avoiding Yang Jian, wishing he could knock him out.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but leaned sideways against the wall, making way for him.

But the next moment, when the man ran past, he let out a scream, and fell heavily on the ground with several broken teeth. His face was covered in blood for a while, and he screamed in pain.

Yang Jian slowly withdrew his outstretched leg: "How does it taste when you fall?"

"You dare to trip me? I'll kill you..." The man was furious, his eyes turned red immediately, and he wanted to fight Yang Jian desperately.

"go away."

Yang Jian didn't bother to pay attention, stretched out his foot and kicked, the man fell and flew out immediately, rolled on the ground for countless times, and finally lay down on the road at the exit of the alley, howling in pain, obviously seriously injured, but look He screamed so loudly that it was obvious that his injuries were not fatal.

"Are you the last survivor? There should be no living people behind you."

Then he stopped and glanced at the strange woman who fell to the ground.

"You, who are you?" The woman looked at Yang Jian in surprise.

Yang Jian didn't answer her, but lifted the woman up, then turned and left.

"Hurry up, the ghost behind is about to catch up." The woman hurriedly shouted, urging Yang Jian not to waste time and run quickly, she didn't want to die.

"It's just an ordinary ghost, I dare not chase after it." Yang Jian just glanced back slightly.

The will-o'-the-wisp burned instantly, covering the entire silent alley.

Immediately, there was a strange scream in the alley shrouded in flames, that voice could not be uttered by a living person, and then a vague figure twisted and danced in the flames, as if it had been severely injured.

Li Gui did not dare to move forward, and retreated quickly under the burning of the will-o'-the-wisp.

The distorted figure in the flames gradually disappeared again.

The woman who was held in her hand was stunned at this moment, because the scene in front of her subverted her cognition again.

It turns out that there are not only ghosts in this world, but also people who can deal with ghosts.

After a while, Yang Jian walked out of the alley and threw the woman in his hand into the crowd.