Mysterious recovery

In this way, a supernatural weapon combined with a hatchet and coffin nails was formed.

His ghostly hand grabbed the body of the gun, and followed the ghostly hand to invade along the cracks on it, touching the hatchet.

Ghost shadows cover the ground, and the medium is formed directly.

He saw images of many people, they were Zhang Wei, Wang Xiaoming, Jiang Yan...the footprints of all those who entered the safe house.

But he didn't dare to pull out the spear, because the other coffin nail still nailed his shadow.

"If I'm really dead, even if the ghost revives, it's impossible for the ghost to use this thing, because this item requires some skill." Yang Jian thought to himself.

This is not something that can be used just by picking it up.

But ghosts are not that smart, and if they really touch this long spear, it will be a piece of scrap iron at best, unable to accurately touch the medium, and unable to use a hatchet.

This technique is not difficult.

It's all right for ghost masters.

But it is very difficult for ghosts who really act according to the law of killing.

"I also need a coffin to hold myself in."

Yang Jian then took a look at those special steel materials and directly used the influence of Huang Quan, and an iron coffin appeared in front of him.

But this thing can't resist the ghost.

So Yang Jian continued to melt the gold, hollowed out the middle of the coffin, and filled it with water to form a sandwich.

In this way, a coffin that can hold ghosts is formed.

"If I die, this coffin will be my burial place." Yang Jian touched the cold coffin, and he could imagine that he would spend the next few days in it.

Chapter 831 A Belated Text Message

Before the curse of the music box came, Yang Jian was ready to deal with it.

Whether it's a plan, a coffin, or a weapon, everything was done in a short time.

The reason why he was in such a hurry was that Yang Jian was not sure whether the time of the curse revealed by the human skin paper was accurate. If he really acted according to the timing, what should he do if something unexpected happens halfway? .

You can make any kind of joke, but you can't make a joke about your life.

Especially with his own life.

Yang Jian had dealt with the outbreak of the curse one day earlier, and now he transported the coffin into the secret room of the safe house, and then took the newly made spear, the blood-stained old newspaper, and his own mobile phone to switch off. Good door, lying in the coffin.

In order to prevent the mobile phone from running out of power, he also specially brought a power bank.

Then, he lifted the heavy metal coffin next to it, and slowly closed it.

The coffin lid was designed by Yang Jian as a chute, which was also an arrangement to prevent him from easily escaping from the coffin out of control.

"Crack!"

The sound of a heavy metal slot sounded, and the coffin lid was sealed.

As a living person in such a closed environment, he would soon suffocate to death.

But Yang Jian didn't care, if he could survive this test, he would not be considered a living person after waking up, and he didn't need to breathe or oxygen at all.

A familiar yet unfamiliar sense of depression surged.

It seems to have returned to the scene where I was hiding in a body bag when I was in Huanggang Village.

The coffin was not dark, a layer of red light shrouded the small space.

Yang Jian used Huang Quan to check the airtightness of the coffin.

Good workmanship.

Once this metal coffin is covered, even the ghost domain can be isolated. After all, the interface is made of gold, without any jerry-building. It is guaranteed that there will be no problem in detaining ghosts.

"Since everything is ok, then everything has started."

After Yang Jian lay down, he took a slight breath and picked up the old blood-stained newspaper with both hands.

Lines of handwriting of different sizes were densely written on the weird newspaper.

"I'm Yang Jian."

He wants to use the supernatural power contained in the blood-stained old newspaper to remind himself of his identity, so that he can retrieve his own memory after a few days, instead of losing his consciousness and reducing his memory to someone else's.

Just like those who were punished in ancient times.

Yang Jian covered his face with this old newspaper.

The old newspaper with blood was very strange, and it stuck to Yang Jian's flesh in an instant, directly covering his eyes, nose, and mouth, leaving only the outline of the facial features outside.

Couldn't breathe, very uncomfortable.

As if he was about to suffocate, Yang Jian opened his mouth subconsciously to take a breath of air, but the newspaper dented and stuck tighter.

Although this blood-stained old newspaper looks fragile, it is actually very difficult to tear.

Yang Jian's entire face was fitted together without leaving a single gap.

But he is not suffocated yet, he is still conscious, and even if he is really suffocated, he will not die, because the curse of the music box is still reverberating in his mind. Before this curse stops, no matter how serious Yang Jianshou is Even if he is injured, he will not die, even if his head is cut in half, he can still survive.

"let's start."

Yang Jian thought for the last time, checked it, and after making sure there was no problem, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the coffin nail that had been nailed with the ghost.

No.

It is not the nail in the coffin now, but a spear full of cracks.

One removed.

The suppressed complete ghost immediately resumed its action.

soon.

Yang Jian's right to control his body was taken away, and he returned to the state he had in Mingyue Community. His body was out of control, but his consciousness was clear.

At the same time, the phenomenon of ghosts invading consciousness reappeared.

Yang Jian felt a cold and strange thing trying to engulf his consciousness, but all this was resisted by the music box's bell.

As expected.

The paranormal confrontation strikes a fragile balance.

This process will continue until the curse of the music box is over, and nothing will change until the curse breaks out.

that's it.

Yang Jian, whose face was covered with blood-stained old newspapers, lay cold and stiff in the coffin he made himself, like a corpse, waiting for time to brew and slowly rot.

No one can imagine.

This seemingly ordinary corpse still has consciousness. It just waits for the plan to succeed and the consciousness returns to replace the ghost and become a ghost with the consciousness of a living person.

Time passed little by little.

Yang Jian's body remained motionless, and everything fell into dead silence.

However in the next morning.

In the dark, gloomy coffin, there was a faint light.

The light came from a mobile phone next to Yang Jian's body.

It's a text message on the phone.

The person who sent the text message was... Feng Quan.

But now Yang Jian doesn't know about all this, and he can't pay attention to it.

Feng Quan's text message was not sent to Yang Jian alone, but to a group of members of Yang Jian's entire team, and the content of the text message was only two words.

"Help!"

It was a distress message.

In the Shangtong Building in the early morning.

Tong Qian and Zhang Han are on duty today.

"What's going on? Tong Qian, did you receive it? It's Feng Quan's text message, and he actually sent a distress message." Zhang Han was very shocked. He looked at the message on his phone and double-checked it, and found that there was indeed nothing wrong.

It wasn't a spam message, and it wasn't someone sending the wrong message on purpose.

"I got it too."

Tong Qian frowned. He used the satellite positioning mobile phone of the headquarters, so he could directly confirm the identity of the person who sent the text message.

"It is indeed Feng Quan's, and he is in Dachang City, but the positioning information shows that he is still moving and has not yet arrived in the urban area."

Zhang Han's expression moved: "The captain is not here now, so what should we do now?"

Tong Qian only knew about Yang Jian's hiding in Safe House No. [-], but he would not be so stupid as to leak such information everywhere, so he just told Zhang Han that Yang Jian was going on a business trip for a few days and would not be coming back for the time being.

"Yang Jian is not here, so I will take charge here. Since Feng Quan sent a distress message, I have to go and have a look." Tong Qian stood up after speaking, ready to go.

Zhang Han was stunned for a moment: "But we don't have a ghost domain, so it's not easy to go to support at such a long distance."

Tong Qian said: "What is the ghost domain and not the ghost domain? We are human, don't we know how to drive there? Yang Jian used the ghost domain indiscriminately because he is special. How can ordinary ghost masters stand up to such unscrupulous behavior?" Using supernatural power, don’t you think you’re not dying fast enough?”

"However, I remember that the company was equipped with a helicopter some time ago. I will ask Zhang Hua."

Zhang Hua is the liaison officer sent by the headquarters.

Responsible for coordinating Yang Jian's handling of supernatural events, and also responsible for all aspects of support.

"There is indeed a helicopter, do you need to use it?" Zhang Hua immediately confirmed the situation when he heard Tong Qian said that he was going to travel.

"Yes, I'm going to use it now. The situation may be urgent." Tong Qian said.

Zhang Hua nodded and said: "No problem, I will arrange it immediately. The helicopter will take off immediately in 3 minutes. Please rush to the apron."

"Thank you."

After Tong Qian finished speaking, she immediately took the exclusive elevator to the apron on the top floor.

Zhang Hua also immediately notified the pilot to prepare for takeoff.

"Just the two of us? Huang Ziya, Li Yang, don't they need to be called over?" Zhang Han was a little worried on the way to the helicopter.

"Don't worry too much. Let's go over to check the situation first. It is unlikely that there will be a large-scale supernatural event near Dachang City. Feng Quan's positioning signal has been moving. I tried to send him a message, but he didn't reply, so I didn't confirm the truth. Under the circumstances, it would be very reckless to mobilize all members," Tong Qian said.

He learned this from Yang Jian.

When Yang Jian went to Dachuan City, he just took Li Yang alone, and when he encountered something he couldn't handle, he called him and Xiong Wenwen to help.

This reduces the risk.

Now that Yang Jian is not here, Tong Qian is temporarily serving as the captain, and she needs to take the lead.

soon.

A helicopter took off from the Shangtong Building, and quickly rushed to the source of the signal.

Feng Quan's positioning signal came from a section of highway on the outskirts of Dachang City.

It's foggy here.

Everything around is shrouded in thick fog.

Moreover, the thick fog kept drifting, heading towards Dachang City.

The strange thing is that the dense fog drifting all the way didn't mean to dissipate at all. Instead, as time passed, the area covered became wider and thicker.

in dense fog.

A panicked and embarrassed figure emerged.

This is a man in his mid-25s. His whole body is dirty and smelly. There is a thick layer of mud on his body, hair, and face. At first glance, he looks like a clay figurine, but he also feels like he has been buried in the mud for many days. Just like digging it out again, the body has a rotten stench.

He is Feng Quan.

Code name, ghost fog.

Feng Quan's mud-stained face no longer showed any expression, only a kind of strangeness and stiffness.

But the pair of exposed eyes revealed uneasiness and anxiety.