Mysterious recovery

Go back to the cemetery in Fushou Garden.

Yang Jian was getting closer and closer to the sound of the ding ding.

He runs very fast, and he can catch up in no time.

"It hasn't disappeared yet, who's name is that ghost carving with so many strokes?" Yang Jian was inexplicably worried.

This situation reveals something unusual.

Unusual means that some things have begun to exceed the original expectations. This is not a good thing, but a sign of danger.

Ghost, there has been a change.

In supernatural events, Yang Jian is not afraid of ghosts killing people in a fixed way, but he is afraid that ghosts will have such unpredictable changes in the middle of the process, which will suddenly change the familiar rules, just like ghosts and starving ghosts.

Yang Jian didn't slow down because of the hesitation in his heart. Instead, he was determined to find the ghost and prove his inner guess.

soon.

He was a little elated.

Because Yang Jian seemed to be able to use this special situation to find the ghost before the fourth knocking sound ended.

"found it."

suddenly.

He climbed up to a large grave, stood directly on the mound, and looked in the direction of the ding-ding knocking sound.

The line of sight is not blocked.

The ghost is still there, and the knocking sound has not stopped.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes for an instant, and saw the real source of the knocking sound.

It was a skinny, cold, wrinkled dead man in a black mortuary suit. The brown corpse skin with protruding knuckles was clinging to his fingers. He held a rusty coffin nail and knocked it in front of him A tombstone without words.

This ghost is... Mrs. Liu?

"How is it possible?" Yang Jian was astonished.

How could an ordinary dead old man suddenly become a ghost.

He was still holding a red letter in his hand, ready to send it out.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Yang Jian planned to finish the task first, and then it didn't matter whether the thing in front of him was real Mrs. Liu or a real ghost.

However this moment.

The tapping stopped.

The fourth person's name is engraved.

"not good."

Yang Jian's ghostly eyes peeped out, and he was immediately horrified. From this angle, he could vaguely see that the first letter of the name was...Yang.

"boom!"

At the same time, the ghost porcelain in the corner of the hotel room in Dahan City, because the cracks on it had reached the limit, exploded with a bang, and turned into fragments all over the ground, and the strange power disappeared at the same time , Disappeared cleanly, as if somehow offsetting some kind of terrible curse.

But it only offsets part of it, not all of it.

"Is the knocking sound directed at me this time?"

At this moment, Yang Jian's hairs stood on end, and the soil on the graveyard under his feet softened instantly.

It's like an abyss that wants to swallow itself up.

Chapter 758 The Fish That Slipped Through the Net in the Garden

The danger and terror came too suddenly.

Yang Jian was still wondering why the knocking sound was so long this time, which was completely different from the previous few times.

At this moment, he understood.

It turned out that the ghost was carving his own name.

The reason why ghosts carved so slowly, Yang Jian thought it might have something to do with ghost porcelain, he put a ghost porcelain in a hotel room in Dahan City when he came.

That ghost porcelain can protect people from being hurt by ghosts.

But this protection is limited. If the maximum limit is exceeded, the ghost porcelain will break and lose its function.

It was a one-time supernatural thing similar to a ghost candle, which originated from the Spirit Elimination Society of the island country.

The moment the knocking stops.

Yang Jian, who was originally standing on an old grave, instantly felt that the grave soil under his feet collapsed immediately, as if there was a huge abyss below, trying to swallow him, his body sank all of a sudden, and he sank extremely deep .

It feels like suddenly falling into a trap that has been dug in advance.

Half of his body was already submerged in the grave, and he was still sinking.

The speed of sinking is extremely fast.

Yang Jian felt that his legs trapped in the grave seemed to be grabbed by countless stiff and cold hands, he couldn't move, he lost consciousness all of a sudden, and couldn't struggle anymore.

At the same time, the ghost in the body has a feeling of being stripped away, as if it is about to be pulled away from its own body.

It's a horrible feeling.

The reason why a ghost master can survive like a corpse is all maintained by supernatural powers. Once something goes wrong with the ghost in his body, he will die suddenly.

"Use Ghost Domain to transfer."

Without further ado, Yang Jian tried to use the ghost domain to leave here. Even if he kept his upper body, he could still rely on the ghost to survive.

but.

The situation is worse than imagined.

The ghost eyes that were opened slowly closed at this moment, as if falling into a deep sleep, and could not be controlled as normal.

"Ghosts buried in the grave will fall into a deep sleep... similar to suppression." Yang Jian was startled.

Now he understands why the former Russell was killed by the ghost as soon as he couldn't resist.

These old graves are simply the nemesis of ghosts.

A grave where ghosts sleep.

This is not a cemetery for burying ordinary people, but a cemetery for burying ghosts.

The short-lived astonishment had already caused Yang Jian's body to sink again, the soil had already submerged his chest, and there was not much time left for him.

The ghost shadows and ghost eyes were all buried in the grave and fell into an uncontrollable deep sleep.

The only thing left is the ghost hand.

However, in this case, the ghost hand has no way to touch the ghost, and cannot form suppression.

Therefore, the role that the ghost hand can play is quite limited.

……

One miscalculation, Yang Jian fell into a huge crisis. He broke out in sweat and began to think about countermeasures. He didn't want to fall here so easily.

However, the speed of body sinking continued.

The ghost didn't stop attacking because of Yang Jian's thinking.

If Yang Jian couldn't think of a way to crack it before this, then he would die here like Russell, buried in the old grave with his name engraved in front of him, and completely disappear from this world.

What ghost-eyed Yang Jian, what Dachang City is responsible for, and what captain is all meaningless.

In the face of this kind of ghost attack, Yang Jian has no ability to resist.

Maybe it's not that he has no power to resist, but that no one has the power to resist if he falls into the grave.

This place is too evil and too weird.

Yang Jian felt the huge pulling force coming from his body at this moment. The grave soil had already buried his mouth. He could already clearly smell a stench and a faint smell of corpse from the soil of the old grave. There was only one head left outside. Once his head was buried in, he would probably stop thinking and die directly.

The ghost hand, clutching the ground firmly.

This hand did not sink into the grave, according to his previous observation, any limb that touched the soil would sink into it.

Are ghost hands special?

It is still the role of suppression, which resisted the attack of ghosts.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, trying to use the ghost hand to struggle his body out.

But to no avail.

His body was extremely dead, no matter how powerful his ghost hand was, if he continued like this, he would only feel his body being pulled and torn, and he couldn't leave this old grave no matter what.

It seems that the body has taken root in this cemetery.

I have merged with this weird place, become a part of it, and there is no way to get out.

"The ghost has been suppressed, and my body has lost consciousness. Now I only have one hand that can move. In this case, there is only one way." Yang Jian's heart swayed, and he gave up struggling on his own initiative, holding the ghost outside. The arm was retracted.

Without this only support point, the body sank even faster than before.

soon.

Yang Jian's head was buried in the grave.

He stretched out his other hand, like a drowning person stretching his hand out of the water, trying to call for help from the people on the shore.

But the arm stretching out of the grave is also sinking.

From the arm to the wrist... In the end, only one palm remained outside the grave.

Yang Jian seemed to have completely sunk in, and there was no way to get out.

But at this moment.

Suddenly.

The rate of sinking stopped.

The grave soil above Yang Jian's head suddenly loosened, and something broke through the ground, and got out from the top of the old grave.

It was a dirty old rag doll, sewn with long black hair as needlework.

This doll has a nose, eyes, and limbs, but the sewing workmanship is poor and crooked, which makes the doll's body distorted and a bit shapeless.

But such a weird doll can walk by itself.

After the rag doll squeezed out of the grave, it shook its head, shook the dirty soil, and then quickly rolled down from the old grave a dozen times.

After reaching the ground, the doll turned over and stood up, then quickly ran in one direction.

It seemed to sense some danger, or some kind of instinctive drive.

With one long leg and one short leg, the doll quickly ran on the muddy ground.

I thought it could run far away.

As a result, before the doll could run ten meters away, it suddenly fell and sank into the mud.

It was struggling, and it was waving its hands trying to get up from the dirt.

But to no avail, there seemed to be something pulling the doll under the dirt, making it unable to stand up.

It exposed its hands to the outside, struggling to grab the soil next to it, but it still didn't help.

In the end, he could only be pulled closer to the soil by despair.

Just when the doll was pulled into the soil, one of Yang Jian's exposed palms suddenly moved on the old grave just now, and then he crawled out of the old grave little by little with his body supported.

His head popped out, then his body, then his legs.

Yang Jian's body was covered in mud, his face was gloomy and he escaped from the confinement of the grave. He successfully escaped the attack and survived safely.

"Sure enough, at this time, only the surrogate doll can save me. Fortunately, I was fully prepared when I set off and brought a surrogate doll with me. Otherwise, at this time, I would be holding a rusty firewood The knife must also be buried in this ghost place, it is really dangerous."

His pale face was slightly gloomy.

At that moment just now, if it wasn't for the dead baby, Yang Jian would have really died. It was definitely not a joke.

Walking on the edge of life and death.