Mysterious recovery

next moment.

There was a whistling sound in the air.

A golden spear was thrown out by Yang Jian, directly pierced through the old wooden railing in the corridor, and penetrated into the body of the white-haired young man.

"Wow!"

The white-haired young man was shocked and flew upside down, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his chest was pierced, and he was firmly nailed to the wall.

He struggled subconsciously.

As a result, the body was instantly numb and unable to move. This feeling was like a ghost pressing a bed. The consciousness was clear, but the body was out of control.

"The ghost in the body is suppressed...this is, the coffin nail?"

His head hangs down weakly, like a corpse hanging on the wall, but there are still signs of life, and he roars unwillingly: "Yang Jian!"

How dare this guy.

How dare he use the coffin nail to deal with himself, he obviously threw the coffin nail out with all his strength, even though Huang Quan was disturbed.

If he missed this blow, it would be tantamount to giving himself the coffin nails.

pity.

Yang Jian hit him. The reason why he succeeded was not luck, but that this result had already appeared in Xiong Wenwen's prediction.

"Someone help me pull out this thing." The white-haired young man asked for help anxiously.

But he didn't have any helpers by his side. He usually didn't trust other people, so he was the only one on the third floor during this operation.

The coffin nails can only suppress ghosts.

Li Gui became silent, so his body also lost the ability to move, and the pendulum clock curse also failed. Now he still has the signs of life only because his body is in good condition, and he has not yet reached the critical point of death.

But how long can an ordinary person live if his chest is pierced and nailed to the wall?

But Yang Jian didn't seem to give him this chance.

On the long spear nailed to him, a cold and blackened palm lay there strangely and stiffly.

This is a ghost hand.

And it's just a derivative of a ghost hand, not a real ghost.

now.

This is the stiff ghost hand moving, slowly crawling along the white-haired young man's body, opening his mouth little by little and forcing it in.

"Woooo."

The white-haired young man was struggling, but soon his nose, ears, and mouth were bleeding.

"Pfft!"

There was a sound of something exploding, and a stiff finger stretched out from his eye socket...

A very ordinary ghost hand was destroying his body wantonly at this moment.

But he himself has already fallen into a coma, his consciousness is fuzzy, his vital signs are rapidly disappearing, and then he took his last breath as it should.

Chapter 849 Victory and shamelessness

dead, dead?

Everyone in the ancient house opened their eyes wide and looked at the lifeless corpse nailed to the wall by a spear on the third floor, with incredible shock on their faces.

"Liu Baimu was killed? This is not a joke."

"Such a person can't stand in front of Yang Jian for a few seconds?"

"The coffin nail, the one that nailed Liu Baimu was the coffin nail, this Yang Jian just threw the coffin nail out, how dare he."

This white-haired young man seemed to be named Liu Baimu, and he had a relatively high status among this group of people, but his loss caused everyone in the old house to panic for a moment, as if no one expected such an opening.

The supernatural collision is not about whoever has more people can win, but to see who can fully display the supernatural power without dying from the ghost's recovery.

So killing a top ghost master first can affect the whole situation.

After Yang Jian nailed that Liu Baimu to death, he didn't even look at him. He knew that this guy was dead. After all, after being nailed to the coffin, there was no possibility of turning over. Even he couldn't stop this kind of attack.

He kept walking, and went straight to the person in front of him.

"Hurry up and kill Yang Jian. If he doesn't die, all of us will die." The short-term panic did not make them lose their ability to resist.

Various supernatural phenomena appeared around Yang Jian.

While running, Yang Jian felt something pulling his body behind him, the aura was cold and terrifying, like a ghost hovering around his body.

But his face remained the same, with black shadows covering his feet, he forcibly broke free from the shackles of some kind of ghost.

"What are you kidding?"

A man in his thirties opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Jian as if he had seen a ghost.

He even wondered if the spiritual power had interfered with Yang Jian, but it had no effect at all.

You must know that even if it is a real ghost, he can delay for a while.

"Not good." The man panicked and turned around to run away.

But the next moment he felt that his body was rapidly losing consciousness, he staggered and fell directly to the ground, a cold black shadow was eroding his body, depriving himself of control over his body.

"Help, help..."

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and called out for help.

But the next moment, he saw Yang Jian lift his foot and land.

boom!

His whole body was shaken, his head felt a sharp pain, and then his consciousness fell into a coma, and he could never wake up again.

"Dare to participate in this battle after controlling a ghost, do you really think that you don't die fast enough?" Yang Jian snorted coldly, and walked straight to the next one without stopping.

"Damn, are you coming at me?" A man sitting in a wheelchair changed his face in shock and wanted to leave in a hurry.

But it was too late.

Yang Jian grabbed his neck with a blackened hand and lifted him up from the wheelchair, red light flickered in his dark eyes.

As soon as the ghost hand's suppression was completed, half of the person's body actually fell off from the body.

That half of his body seemed to be spliced ​​onto his body, it didn't belong to a living person, it seemed to be cut from a certain corpse.

"Crack!"

Without giving him any chance, his neck was cut off abruptly, and then he planned to kill the third ghost master.

But at this moment, Yang Jian's footsteps stopped.

He looked down slightly, narrowed his eyes, and immediately saw that his feet were hugged by a rotting corpse with disheveled hair.

He tried to struggle, but he couldn't move, his feet were immobilized as if they had taken root, and the feeling of losing control continued to spread as the incident passed.

"Yang Jian, don't be so self-righteous."

A woman in her early twenties, wearing a thick down jacket, stared at him intently: "No matter how powerful you are alone, you are only one person. Why don't you take us seriously?"

"You are very good."

Yang Jian turned to look at her, the red light in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"You don't need to praise me." The woman said coldly.

Yang Jian said: "You misunderstood, I'm not praising you, I said you are very good, it's just a little troublesome to kill, it doesn't mean I can't kill you."

After speaking, he raised his hand.

now.

The golden spear that nailed Liu Baimu to death on the third floor was pulled out by a blackened ghost hand, and then fell from the upstairs.

When the woman looked up, she was horrified: "Hurry up, kill Yang Jian, Fang Tong, what are you doing?"

"coming."

A relatively short but very strong man gritted his teeth and came straight forward. Although he was frightened, he did not flinch.

This person is called Fang Tong, and his code name is Ghost Bumping Man.

Although he only controlled a ghost, it was a mortal law of killing.

As long as he is hit by him, the living will undoubtedly die.

This kind of ghost came from Liao Fan's ghost rental car, because he used to be the owner of an auto repair shop. After touching that ghost rental car, he was infected by some kind of supernatural power. Pendulum Curse.

In other words, he is the driver of the ghost taxi.

But the next moment.

A man with a dead face stood in front of Yang Jian.

"Do you really think we don't exist?"

Feng Quan grinned, his voice was low, like a dead person buried in a grave.

boom!

The next moment, he was knocked out by Fang Tong.

After rolling several times on the ground, he stood up like a normal person.

There was a lot of mud on the ground, and a large part was sunken in the hit chest. There was no living body inside, only white bones, and the internal organs and muscles were all made of wet mud. .

"not dead?"

The man named Fang Tong stared at Feng Quan in disbelief.

"I have controlled three ghosts, how can you kill me with one blow?"

Feng Quan's face was a little hideous, he felt a kind of dizziness and severe pain, this kind of pain didn't come from the body, it seemed to be torturing his own consciousness.

It seems that this guy can knock the consciousness of a living person out of his body, just like that ghost taxi.

What a terrible attack.

For the rest of the team, this collision was already dead.

Yang Jian glanced at Feng Quan, and the cracked spear had already fallen.

"stop it now."

The woman ran over and wanted to grab the thing.

Once this supernatural weapon falls into Yang Jian's hands, there is really no chance at all.

"Is there a chance?"

The woman was anxious, only the long spear that kept falling in mid-air was in her eyes.

If I can take it away, maybe I can kill Ghost Eye Yang Jian here.

This is an opportunity.

Under the situation of life and death, this woman erupted with unimaginable determination and courage. At this moment, she had already planned to weigh the life and death of herself and Yang Jian on the scale to see who was better.

"Caught."

next moment.

The falling spear was snatched by this woman first. She grabbed the spear and felt dreamy for a moment.

"good."

Yang Jian couldn't move and was restrained. He watched the spear being snatched calmly.

"Go to hell."

The woman shouted at the top of her lungs, and she swung this strange weapon at Yang Jian's head.

But the next moment, something unexpected happened.

The terrifying hatchet that could dismember a ghost was easily held by Yang Jian with one hand before it landed on him.

"How could this be?" The woman was stunned for a moment.