Mysterious recovery

The bloody palm print on the wall behind him stopped when it reached about three meters away.

But this kind of stop is not complete, there are still red palm prints slowly approaching.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he looked down at the corpse lying on the ground, and his eyes focused on the rusty hatchet.

Without thinking too much, he directly grabbed the hatchet with his other gloved hand.

Nothing unusual happened through the gold gloves, but it was normal.

The hand of the tall male corpse was tightly grasped, and the weird hatchet seemed to be inlaid on it. Yang Jian tried a lot of strength but failed to take it off. He tried to use force again, and even tried to force it off, but all failed. up.

"Can't you take it off?"

Yang Jian frowned. He felt that this thing couldn't be taken off with brute force. After all, it was a supernatural thing, not as simple as imagined.

"The ghost hand may work, but I don't know if I will be attacked again."

He looked at his other pale and stiff palm.

Although he was afraid that what happened just now would happen again, but Yang Jian wanted to take the hatchet away, so he should try at this time.

Immediately.

Yang Jian switched hands, this time directly touching the weird hatchet with his ghost hand.

next moment.

The tall male corpse wrapped in the shroud began to struggle violently. It seemed that his contact triggered the ghost's killing pattern. The ghost was about to attack him again, but because of the suppression of the shroud, the ghost had There was no way to act, so it caused this violent reaction.

Bang!

At this time, the strange hatchet escaped from the male corpse's hand and fell to the ground. Yang Jian didn't even try to pull it out.

"Take it down?"

With a serious expression on his face, he hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his ghostly hand to pick up the hatchet, and held the handle.

this moment.

The rusty hatchet in the hands of the tall male corpse changed hands.

The violently struggling corpse also regained its calm at this moment, no longer moving.

"I don't feel anything special, everything is still normal." Yang Jian felt it, but there was nothing abnormal.

"Is it because I haven't used it yet? So the strangeness of this hatchet hasn't been reflected yet. If that's the case, then I have to try it... step on footprints?"

"No, this shouldn't be right. Footprinting is the law of killing people, not necessary. Because I am a human being, but I ignore this law, so footprinting should be just a medium."

"If it's a medium, then you don't need to step on your footprints."

Yang Jian looked at the bloody palm print on the wall next to him, his expression moved slightly, and he made an attempt. He stretched out his hand, and his palm covered the bloody palm print on the wall next to him.

Covering footprints is the same as covering palm prints.

If you guessed correctly, this method should be able to exist as a medium.

When Yang Jian held the rusty hatchet in his hand and covered the bloody palm prints on the wall with his other hand, it seemed that the medium was triggered as he speculated, and at the same time, the scene in front of him underwent a terrible change.

It seems to be a hallucination, or he saw the source of the palm print through the medium.

Countless "people" emerged in the blink of an eye in the originally empty passage.

These people can no longer be called human beings at all. They are male and female, of different ages, exuding a rotten breath all over their bodies. Some of them are blue, like corpses that have been placed for a long time, and some of them are black, as if they are rotting. The skin keeps falling off.

In addition, the clothes of these people are different, some are modern, some are from ten years ago, and some are from the period of the Republic of China...

But all these diverse people have one thing in common.

None of them had eyes, and the eyeballs in their sockets seemed to have rotted away, leaving only a hollow and blackened outline, unable to see the road ahead at all, so each of them stretched out a palm against the wall, The palms were dripping with blood, leaving clear palm prints.

This is the origin of the bloody palm print on the wall.

And this moment.

Yang Jian turned to look at the hand that he had just pressed against the wall just now on one of the bloody palms, it was so cold and terribly frightening.

Even if he has experienced many supernatural events, his scalp can't help but tingle when he sees this scene.

But what frightened him even more was that it seemed that because he touched the bloody palm print, the countless people in the passage raised their heads, looked at him with their empty eye sockets, and then stretched out their hands. Another blood-stained palm seemed to grab Yang Jian and make Yang Jian one of them.

This is a terrible ghost curse that can turn the living into part of the curse and increase the number of bloody palm prints.

Yang Jian's eyes shrank, and his other ghost hand holding the hatchet hurriedly lifted up, and chopped off the arm closest to him.

This action looks like cutting the air to outsiders, because there is nothing in front of him for him to cut, just like what the rotting male corpse under his feet did at the beginning.

Only now did Yang Jian understand the meaning of the action of cutting the air.

The rusty hatchet in his hand was strangely sharp at this moment, just casually slashed across the air, and the blood-stained arm in front of him was directly severed.

In addition, the other "people" seemed to have been attacked, and their arms were all severed at the same time.

The dense blood-stained palm prints on the wall began to dissipate rapidly. This dissipation was very fast, extending all the way to the depths of the passage, and extending to the original Room 82.

"boom!"

The open door of Room 82 slammed shut at this moment, and the door light beside the door flickered several times, and the light was so dim that it was about to go out.

Chapter 6 and Eight

"Disappeared?"

With one hand on the wall, Yang Jian slowly put down the rusty hatchet in his hand, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Just now he saw the source of the bloody handprints, it was not a hallucination... The people killed by the ghosts seemed to be part of the bloody handprints curse, covering the entire aisle, and these things would attack him.

Yang Jian immediately fought back, he clearly remembered that he had chopped off the arm of one of the ghosts.

now.

All the ghosts in the corridor disappeared, and the bloody handprints on the wall disappeared as if they had never appeared before.

The ghost withdrew at this point and showed no sign of reappearing.

"Is this the function of this supernatural thing?" Yang Jian looked down, and the surprise in his heart was better than when he got the coffin nails.

The coffin nail on the forehead of the starved ghost can only nail the ghost and completely disable the ghost.

But the hatchet in his hand can repel the ghost head-on, and even dismember the ghost directly, and the method of using it is very simple, requiring contact with a medium.

Complete footprints and complete palm prints seem to be fine. As for whether there are other media that can be used to trigger, Yang Jian doesn't know yet. He has only used it once now.

soon.

Yang Jian seemed to realize something again, and immediately put this strange rusty hatchet into the box where the shroud was placed just now, and then covered it.

"Will this kind of spiritual thing have some kind of terrible curse like the music box if it is used? Or will it need to bear a huge price?"

He was not dazzled by the power of this supernatural thing, and Yang Jian began to check his own state to determine whether he had been cursed by the hatchet.

After a quick examination, Yang Jian felt that his body was normal.

Neither rotted like the tall corpse under his feet, nor was he cursed strangely, his body was the same as before.

"Don't you need a price like the coffin nails?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, feeling a little unsure in his heart.

If there is no price, then this weird hatchet is really terrible.

"No, no, although there is nothing abnormal about my body, this arm is different from before." Yang Jian looked at his arm that was connected to the ghost hand.

The arm turned black, like a dead body. This arm fused part of the flesh and blood of the ghost messenger during the ghost messenger incident, and also possessed some of the ghost messenger's characteristics, and had the quota to suppress the three ghosts.

But now.

Nearly half of the arm had turned white, and part of the black traces had disappeared, as if it had lost its place to suppress a ghost.

"Using this strange hatchet is not free of cost, but the cost is offset by my quota of suppressing a ghost..." Yang Jian felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

Because the price is a bit high for him.

This quota of suppressing three ghosts is the key to keeping the ghosts in his body balanced. Now that he has lost one quota, it means that he can only suppress two ghosts.

The ghost image is in a dead state and can be suppressed without quotas.

But what about ghost eyes and ghost hands?

Because he was afraid that the ghosts would not be able to control the two ghosts, Yang Jian used two places to maintain the balance and ensure that the two ghosts would not recover.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Jian's condition has always been very good. If he does not mess around, he may not recover in more than ten years.

His complexion changed, and Yang Jian quickly accepted this cruel reality.

"Do I need to pay the price of a ghost to use this hatchet? Although I repelled the ghost, the damage is mutual. How terrible the attack on the bloody handprint just now is, what a terrible curse I will suffer, just The curse is counteracted by part of my ghost traits."

Yang Jian immediately remembered the scene of lighting ghost candles when he was attacked.

At that time, the entire ghost candle burned out almost instantly in the blink of an eye.

How similar was the situation then to the situation now.

The curse is counteracted by a place to suppress ghosts.

The attack was neutralized by a red ghost candle.

This is the price.

"If I run out of the remaining two quotas for suppressing ghosts, then what price will I pay if I use this hatchet forcibly? Will I die instantly?" Yang Jian's eyes fluctuated, he wanted to know the result , but dare not try.

But if you don't try, you won't find a solution to your problem.

It's all about guesswork.

"Forget it, take one step at a time, I have more important things to do now."

Yang Jian looked away from his half-blackened arm.

This offsetting curse is permanent, and it doesn't mean that the ghost arm will recover after a while.

Yang Jian vaguely felt that this should be the flaw that Wang Xiaoming said, it does not have the characteristics of a real ghost, and because of damage and continuous use, this suppressing ability will gradually weaken and eventually become invalid...

Because his ghost image just now was also hacked, but now it is recovering.

The ghost image is a real ghost, but the arm of this fused ghost can't represent the real ghost, so it's not a real ghost.

Just like ghost slaves, they can be killed.

After thinking for a while, Yang Jian temporarily put his thoughts back.

No matter what, he has already got the hatchet, and now he should go back to the Pingan Building and continue to fight Fang Shiming. He can't feel at ease if this guy is not dead.

Yang Jian looked up at this extremely strange place.

"It's too dangerous here. This passage should not be allowed to appear. If the door is still open, the ghost may follow this passage to the Caesar Hotel. I need to completely seal this passage, but the general method There is no way to block this passage, and special means are needed."

He thought about blocking it with gold, but he didn't have enough time and he didn't have that much money.

Finally, Yang Jian set his sights on the tall and rotten body under his feet.

The corpse wrapped in the shroud was like a large door panel, almost blocking the entire passage.

"Use this corpse to block the door, and because of the shroud, the ghost domain can also be isolated, the effect is not necessarily worse than a golden door." Yang Jian thinks this method is very feasible.

The shroud cannot be eroded, and there is a ghost inside the corpse. These two things blocking the entrance of this passage should be able to block other ghosts from entering and exiting.

immediately.

Yang Jian moved the corpse to the exit and stood it up.

He looked at the remaining gaps around the corpse, and then directly used the ghost image to remove some of the cement next to it. Like mud, the hard cement was torn apart abruptly, spliced ​​together, and fit the corpse. A wall without gaps is formed.

In this way, Yang Jian inlaid the corpse into the concrete wall. The workmanship was fairly fine, and there was no sign of shaking even when he stretched out his feet. It was very solid.

"It can only be this way."

Yang Jian thought to himself, he tried to use the ghost domain to pass through this concrete wall, but the ghost domain could not cover it.

It works.

As for whether there will be problems in the future, Yang Jian can't control that much anymore. He is almost dead now, and it is already very responsible to be able to do this. If it were other people, he would probably pat his ass and leave now. , who would care about the danger in this corridor.

"Let's go."

Yang Jian took a few steps back, without hesitation, the ghost domain spread directly, covering the entire Caesars Hotel in an instant, and then headed all the way to the north of the city.

He disappeared in place in an instant.