Mysterious recovery

Yang Jian stared blankly at the 200 yuan in his hand, then the smile on his face faded, and he said calmly, "Thank you, Auntie."

After speaking, he took the money and turned to leave.

As soon as Yang Jian left, Wang Shanshan almost burst into tears: "Mom, you are too much. Although Yang Jian's academic performance is not very good, he is a good person. What is it that you give money to others? This is not to humiliate others." Is it?"

"My daughter, what do you know? I'm trying to test this boy. You see, he even asked for 200 yuan, and he never thought of refusing it. You can tell at a glance that he is a poor kid with no ambition. You must leave in the future." Stay away from such people, don't be fooled by such sweet words." Wang Haiyan said.

"You don't understand anything. Do you know what happened at school last night? Without Yang Jian, I would be dead. You think Yang Jian is willing to send me, but I begged him to send me home. You like this How can I meet other people after I do it?"

"Such people have no backbone at all, it's best not to see them." Wang Haiyan said: "Our family is not a casual person."

"Woooo..."

Wang Shanshan cried out of anger, turned around and left.

Yang Jian, who continued to sit on the bus, looked at the 200 yuan in his hand, and of course knew the meaning of Wang Shanshan's mother's actions in his heart.

There is a bit of humiliation in the contempt.

In exchange for this, other people probably would have blown their hair long ago.

But Yang Jian's face was calm and unmoved, so what if he was angry?

Wang Shanshan's family conditions are good, and she is tall and beautiful. She is a dick and has little contact with her on weekdays. If she is sent home suddenly, her parents will of course reject people like herself and try to exclude herself.

Even if you get angry in person, it's just embarrassing. You can't jump up and beat Wang Haiyan for 200 yuan.

And to the current Yang Jian, this is nothing more than a trivial matter. He didn't save Wang Shanshan for others.

"It's hard to be a good person, no wonder ghosts are popping up."

Yang Jian touched the back of his hand, laughed at himself, and put the 200 yuan into his pocket.

When he got home, he fell into bed and fell asleep.

Because it is too tiring.

And the other students also went home one after another, even if such a big thing happened, they still have to go home, right?

At this moment, Zhang Wei returned to his family's villa.

He didn't lie, he was indeed a rich second generation, but he was relatively low-key on weekdays, and he didn't have the temper of a prodigal.

"Why did you come back so late, and I couldn't get through to you. What did you do all night?"

As soon as Zhang Wei entered, his father Zhang Xiangui came out of the room when he heard the door open, looking at him seriously.

Zhang Wei shrank his neck: "School... went out with friends."

He wanted to say that the school was haunted, and he was tossed to death, but he felt that it was an insult to his father's IQ, so he still didn't say it, and chose to tell a lie.

"Go out to play? You are not allowed to do this again next time."

Zhang Xiangui didn't criticize too harshly, but just said casually: "Remember to go to school after eating breakfast, don't be late."

go to school?

Zhang Wei's eyes shrank suddenly, and he said in horror, "No, I'm not going to school."

"What do you want to do if you don't go to school?" Zhang Xiangui said.

"You can do whatever you want, just don't go to school." Zhang Wei said.

Dare to go to Seventh Middle School?Don't die, that place is haunted, I managed to escape a few hours ago, if I go to school, isn't that suicide?

No, I won't go to that school again even if I commit suicide.

"Are you itchy and dare to skip class?" Zhang Xiangui glared, "The college entrance examination is coming up soon. If you ask for leave at this time, don't you want to go to university?"

"I would rather not go to college. I won't go to school anymore. Dad, don't force me. The school is haunted right now. People will die if I go to school. Dozens of my classmates died last night. Well, I managed to escape, and I won’t go back to school even if I’m killed,” Zhang Wei said.

"Haunted? I think you're out of your mind. Let's go. I'll take you to school. If it's really haunted, I'd like to see it. Your dad has never seen a ghost in his life."

Zhang Xiangui grabbed Zhang Wei's hand.

Zhang Wei immediately threw away his hand, jumped up, and said with a bit of shock and anger: "Let go of me, if you say you don't go to school, you won't go to school. Even if I, Zhang Wei, die, I will die outside. With a gun pointed at the head, it is impossible to step into the Seventh Middle School in this life."

"I will do what I say, Dad, if you don't believe me, you can try."

"It's okay not to go to school. I won't give you a cent of pocket money in the future. You can support yourself." Zhang Xiangui also said angrily.

"..." Zhang Wei became silent, turned and went back to the room.

Zhang Xiangui said: "If you have the ability, hide in the room and don't come out."

After a while, Zhang Wei came out with two books: "Dad, I'm going to school."

"En." Zhang Xiangui nodded in satisfaction.

Zhang Wei who left the house sneered.

go to school?

It's impossible in this life, and don't even think about it in the next life.

Who said you have to go to school with a book, can't I go to an Internet cafe?

"I, Zhang Wei, want to eat twenty chickens at the Internet cafe today." Zhang Wei came to the Internet cafe and said loudly.

But it wasn't long before Zhang Wei went online.

Two policemen had already found him.

"Is it Zhang Wei, a student from No. [-] High School?" a policeman asked.

Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, then crossed his legs, pretending to be deep and said: "Brother, you have misunderstood the person, my name is Yang Jian, and Zhang Wei is my classmate."

"The ID card registration at the bar is your identity information. There is nothing wrong. Come with us. There is a case that needs your help in the investigation."

"..." Zhang Wei was in shock, and was quickly taken away by the police.

Chapter 24 Login Website

Dull, depressing, almost out of breath.

Like a ghost pressing a bed, he is clearly conscious, but he can't move his whole body.

The dim room seemed to have turned into a dark cage at this moment, and Yang Jian was the prisoner in this cage. He could not break free, could not escape, and seemed to sink forever and live forever.

suddenly.

On the dark ceiling, the darkness gradually condensed, as if it had become the shape of an eye.

This eye is very big, covering the entire ceiling. Although he didn't open it, Yang Jian could feel that the huge eye was peeping at him, and a strange gaze stayed on him all the time.

"Guru~!"

Yang Jian felt the flesh on his cheek turn cold, as if something had forced it open, and a red eye was revealed in the flesh and blood.

A strange perspective came into my mind.

At the same time, there seems to be something in the body that is drilling around, wandering around, and the thing is about to stretch the flesh, almost tearing the skin, and a severe pain spreads, as if being severely tortured, It's unbearable.

However, Yang Jian was conscious, but he still couldn't move.

He could only let the ghost thing in his body move unscrupulously, wanting to howl in pain, but his mouth only moved slightly, unable to open, unable to make any sound.

This situation did not just last for a short while.

Instead, it lasted for two or three hours.

Yang Jian didn't fall asleep from the beginning to the end. He endured this kind of tearing pain for two or three hours. He didn't know that he had endured it like this. He only knew that this period of time seemed as long as a lifetime. .

More than six o'clock in the afternoon.

The pain in his body disappeared quickly, and at the same time he regained consciousness.

Almost at the moment when his body was able to move, he sat up from the bed, sweating profusely, panting heavily.

Yang Jian raised his palm, trembling almost instinctively.

"I, what's wrong? My body is out of control, and I felt as if my whole body was going to split apart just now, as if something was going to come out of it. Could it be that it was affected by that eye? ?..."

He looked at the trembling palms in silence for a while.

Suddenly, he took out a piece of dark brown paper from his pocket.

"Tell me, what happened to my situation before." Yang Jian spoke to the parchment.

Soon, a line of writing appeared on the parchment: I woke up from the pain today, and I can feel the ghost gradually recovering in my body, because I used too much power of the ghost for the school affairs, I can't live long... ...but now I still have to endure the pain of being tortured by that thing in my body because... I want to live.

Will the ghost recover?

really.

Yang Jian fell into silence again.

He began to follow Zhou Zheng's back path, endured the torture of the evil ghost's resuscitation, and then one day was killed by the ghost in his body.

Is this the price of living?

"How long can I live?" Yang Jian continued to ask.

Another handwriting appeared on the parchment: If I don't think of other ways as soon as possible, I don't think I will survive for three months under this torture.

three months?

This is faster than dying from cancer. If you have to endure this kind of torture every day, as Zhou Zheng said, death is really a relief.

It is absolutely impossible for Yang Jian not to panic at the moment.

He is still young and still studying, and his parents still need to take care of him in the future.

What will your parents do if you die?

No.

I can't die, at least not right now.

Yang Jian stood up suddenly, staring fixedly at the piece of parchment in front of him: "You are so weird, I can't believe what you said, you said I'll die in three months? You didn't know before? Said I would die in school, wouldn't the result change? You don't know the future at all, and you can only judge what will happen with a high probability based on the current situation."

"But I can be sure of one thing, you must know a lot, a lot."

"What the hell are you doing?"

There was no movement on the parchment, and no words emerged, as if he had chosen to remain silent.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I will figure it out sooner or later." Yang Jian said.

Thinking about Li Gui, he suddenly remembered something, picked up Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning phone from the side, and a text message was displayed on it.

is the address of a website.

"The website that Zhao Jianguo gave me, maybe I can get some useful information from that website." Yang Jian immediately turned on the computer and entered the website.

A special website, nothing but a blank, as if the website does not exist.

He knew it was just a covert measure.

Then he picked up Zhou Zheng's mobile phone and typed the number code printed on the phone on the keyboard.

Immediately, the webpage refreshes, the website jumps, and the webpage appears.

Yang Jian glanced at it briefly, and all of the above were emergency events around the world, requests for support from ghost masters, and bounties given by governments of various countries.

Most of them are at the level of [-] million US dollars, and of course there are tens of millions of rewards.

He clicked on one: "A C-level ghost appeared in a certain state in the United States, code-named Ghost Church, and offered a reward of 3000 million US dollars to solve it."

There is also a video above.

In the video, it looks like a church. The outside wall of the church is covered with moss, the walls are mottled, and it is very old. But at the door of the church, Yang Jian saw a vague figure standing there, although he couldn’t see clearly. His appearance, but he could feel that it was a person, to be precise, it was a human form, but it was just a permeating weirdness revealed by this person.

But soon, suddenly a fighter jet roared over the sky of the church, and a missile crashed down, hitting the church accurately.

Flames from the explosion engulfed the church.

Obviously, the U.S. military chose a strong and direct military strike.

"Will it work?" Yang Jian watched carefully.

But soon, when the glare gradually receded, his eyes froze.

In the flames, the church was still standing there without any damage. A missile with such a large damage range didn't even blow up a piece of the wall of the church.

Then, in the video, he saw that the black figure standing at the door of the church slowly came out, and the black figure approached step by step in the direction of the camera.