Mysterious recovery

"What should I do? What should I do now? Do you want to run away?" Tong Qian forced herself to calm down and think quickly.

It's still too late for her to go alone.

But the dozens of survivors behind him are afraid that they will be lost here.

But the old man in front of him would not give him this time to think.

At this moment, the old man has completely walked to the second floor, and walked straight towards the store.

Although the distance between Tong Qian and the old man in front of her was less than three meters, and there was only a layer of glass doors between them, she did not dare to act rashly. She was not sure about dealing with this ghost, let alone the confidence. The purpose of coming here is not to solve supernatural events, but to save people and stop losses.

She didn't act irrationally, but slowly backed away.

The old man didn't walk in directly as expected, and finally stopped at the door strangely, then slowly raised his stiff and thin palm, and knocked on the glass door.

"Boom, boom, boom~!"

Dull, depressing, almost breathless.

Tong Qian had read the file of the ghost knocking on the door incident, and her face changed suddenly at this moment, and she shouted: "Get out of here, get out of here."

The others froze for a moment, not knowing what their minds were.

"Come on, go through the side door." Tong Qian shouted again.

Only then did the others wake up, several screams rang out, and they fled towards the side door in panic.

But when the first person ran to the side door first, he slammed into the wall with a bang, even bleeding from his nose.

The previous door disappeared.

There was only one moss-covered wall that smelled of rot.

"What's the situation?" Tong Qian looked back, and when she saw the door disappearing, her face suddenly changed.

Look at the glass windows facing the street.

It also disappeared at this moment, and became a wall that could not be broken.

Even the hot pot tables in the store began to disappear.

"This is not a hot pot restaurant at all." Tong Qian suddenly realized this at this moment.

"Boom, boom, boom~!"

The knock on the door sounded again.

Plop~!

Among the panicked and screaming crowd, someone fell to the ground with a thud, with no breath, and his body was cold.

died.

Tong Qian understands that this is the way of the door knocker. It is almost incomprehensible to kill someone by knocking on the door, as it has already been explained in the file.

"I can't help it." She gritted her teeth and untied the ponytail at the back of her head.

The hair fell loose, and Tong Qian fiddled with her in front of her.

Without the cover of the hair, a pale and strange face appeared behind Tong Qian's head.

This face has a nose and a mouth, looks like a man and a woman, with closed eyes, the corners of the mouth curled up, revealing a pale and strange smile.

Grimace Tong Qian.

That's what she was called in the criminal police file.

Tong Qian turned her back to the old man outside the door, and turned the human face on the back of her head towards it.

"Heck, heck~!"

The next moment, the mouth of the human face split open, letting out a piercing and strange laugh, the laughter could not be described in words, it was sharp...strange?It's creepy, and just by hearing it, people subconsciously understand that it's a ghost laughing, and it's absolutely impossible for a person to laugh.

Grimacing laughs together.

The old man at the door stopped knocking suddenly.

The stiff and skinny palms stood motionless in mid-air.

The knock of death was stopped.

But the ghostly smile from Tong Qian's grimace couldn't last forever, and the restlessness of the evil ghost's recovery appeared in her heart.

Moreover, in order to restrain this old man, the power of ghosts to be relied on exceeded previous imagination.

soon.

Tong Qian felt the grimace behind her head move forward along the scalp while making a ghostly smile.

She knew that once this grimace moved to her face, it would completely cover her face.

At that time, she will no longer be a human being, but a ghost.

"It can't go on like this." Tong Qian realized that it was not good to go on like this, and immediately turned around, brushing her hair back to cover her grimace.

The laughter stopped.

The movement of the grimace also stopped.

But as soon as the grimacing laughter stopped, what followed was the frightening knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom~!"

The old man in a black gown covered in corpse spots raised his hand again and knocked on the door.

One of the survivors scurrying around like a headless chicken fell to the ground with a plop.

Fierce ghosts kill people, it's that simple.

When the survivors saw three people dying beside them, their panic grew, they screamed, and the sound of help echoed non-stop.

Tong Qian bit her lip, and finally made up her mind, she turned her head and shouted: "Don't yell, find a way to get out of here first, you can leave from any place, I will temporarily hold this... ghost."

After speaking, she brushed the hair on the back of her head again.

"Is it worth it? If you continue like this, you will soon die from the recovery of the ghosts. By then, there will be two more ghosts here, and these survivors will only die faster." However, at this moment, a calm man's voice suddenly changed from A sound came from a corner.

"Who?"

Tong Qian was startled and immediately looked back.

In an inconspicuous corner of the wall, at some point stood a young and immature man wearing short sleeves. At this moment, there was a hideous cut on the man's forehead, and a scarlet eye was staring at it.

In the man's hand was a scarlet candle.

Candles are lit.

It emitted a dark green flame, which was eerie and eerie.

Chapter 172 The Fire of the Ghost Candle

Tong Qian is ready to fight to the death.

She understood that it was already difficult for her to get out of here, and she was already thinking of delaying the time for these survivors, to see if they could be lucky enough to wait for rescue to arrive.

But Yang Jian's sudden appearance made her feel a burst of surprise.

"You are... Ghost Eye Detective, Yang Jian?" Tong Qian looked at the man in the corner holding a candle with a hideous ghost eye on his forehead.

"Have you read my file?" Yang Jian was not surprised.

Criminal police files are shared, and each criminal policeman is entitled to access the files of other criminal policemen, the purpose is to understand each other and check and balance each other.

Tong Qian said: "I saw the files of several ghost masters in Dachang City on the way here, including yours, because you are the only ghost master who has experienced the ghost knocking on the door and is still alive so far. Is it for support?"

"It's not for support. Someone agreed to my conditions and asked me to come here to save people. I think that criminal policeman who stupidly rushed into Huangquan should be you."

Yang Jiandao: "I have seen the previous situation. I didn't want to show up. I let you people die in the ghost domain like this. After I go back, I can report to Zhao Jianguo. I believe no one can find out. I can't see it. Help, but your behavior just now seems familiar, I think it is better to give you a hand."

Tong Qian's act of self-sacrifice to save others reminded him of Zhou Zheng.

It was only then that Yang Jian was willing to show up to help her.

"How could you do this?" Tong Qian said angrily.

"Why can't I do this?"

Yang Jian said calmly, while holding a candle, he walked step by step: "Spiritual incidents cannot be solved by one person being a hero. Anyone who gets involved will die, including me. I can guarantee that I will not harm others, but I cannot guarantee to save them. I admit it." What you just did was noble, great, a heroine."

"But then what?"

"You will die, they will die too, and there will be one more female ghost here, this is the worst result."

"Resolving supernatural events is a desperate task in itself, and to become a criminal policeman requires the awareness of sacrifice at any time." Tong Qian said.

Yang Jiandao: "It's useless for you to tell me this, you have to tell it."

He pointed to the old man who knocked on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom~!"

The knocking continues, and the survivors continue to die.

At this speed, everyone here will die soon, including Tong Qian.

If a group of people face a ghost knocking on the door, there is randomness, and one person will be randomly selected to die, but the probability of the ghost master being selected will be very low.

"Okay, stop talking, save people, if this continues, the rest of the people will die. If we have anything to say, let's talk after leaving here." Tong Qian said with a look of panic on her face.

"Saving people doesn't rely on laughing at doors, it relies on relationships. Look carefully, study hard, how do I operate." Yang Jian strode over and said.

Tong Qian's face darkened.

This guy even said he was joking.

But Yang Jian's words made her a little confused.

relationship?

What does it mean.

"Grandpa, my own, don't knock, save face, let these people go." Yang Jian walked to the glass door with the ghost candle in his hand, and said.

The ghost fire on the ghost candle emits a green light.

Covering a distance of about three meters around.

And when the candlelight approached the old man, the stiff and thin palm stopped knocking on the door again, and at the same time the stiff body retreated slowly.

This ghost was driven back by the candlelight.

"That's okay too?"

Tong Qian's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

Is this ghost Yang Jian's dead grandfather?Did it really rely on relationships to keep that ghost from hurting people like me?

No, not right.

It's that candle.

Tong Qian's eyes rested on the scarlet candle again.

The strange candlelight swayed in the darkness, as if the shadows of countless evil spirits were reflected.

"Professor Bruce Pi's things are still very effective, even the knocker has been forced to retreat, but the candle burns faster." Yang Jian looked at the ghost candle in his hand.

When the ghost candle was lit before, it seemed that it could never be burned out, and there was no movement at all, but now.

He saw that the candle was obviously burning down, and the closer it was to the old man, the faster it burned.

"One minute, I only give you one minute to leave here. This is my limit. How many people I can save is up to you." Yang Jian turned around and said, "The door is over there, where I appeared before. Many things in the ghost domain have changed, and what you see with your eyes may not be true."

"I see."

Tong Qian seized this safe period and immediately shouted: "Anyone who wants to live will follow me, the exit is here."

But among the survivors, there were quite a few mentally broken people, and they didn't know how much they could listen to Tong Qian's words, and how many of them would follow the instructions.

But Yang Jian doesn't care about all of this.

He looked at the old man standing outside the candlelight, in the shadows, with serious eyes.

This is the second time I have seen this old man again.

Seeing it again, it still makes people feel so creepy, but there is a deep hostility towards this ghost, and it can even be said to be hatred.