Mysterious recovery

"There are voices in the lobby..."

It's not time to relax.

There were movements in the previously dark and quiet lobby. The sounds were clear and weird. There were chairs being dragged, as if someone was moving a few pieces of furniture in the lobby, and there were heavy The sound of footsteps echoed, and besides that, the sound of dripping water could even be heard.

It looked like someone had taken a shower and was so wet that they hadn't dried themselves off.

It seemed that the ancient house in the dark suddenly became very lively, and it was no longer lifeless.

After hearing these movements, everyone remained silent, not daring to speak or make any noise, for fear of attracting ghosts because of any insignificant movements.

The movement has not disappeared, but has continued, and there are signs of intensification.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang from the darkened lobby as a chair fell to the ground, and then the chair fell apart and splintered, splintering wood.

"Is there a ghost destroying the black grand master's chair? Is it because the ghost can't find the target in the lobby, so it's messing around?" Yang Jian thought to himself.

"Sand, rustle... chi chi!"

At this time, another strange sound appeared in the lobby. This sound seemed to be the sound of an old-fashioned radio. The radio lacked a signal at the moment and made this electronic sound.

"No way, is it really here?"

Fan Xing shrank his eyes when he heard this voice, and then he subconsciously looked at a ghost driver next to him.

That person was tense all over, his face was extremely ugly, he didn't even dare to look in the direction of the lobby, he just lowered his head slightly, pretending that nothing happened.

The ghost of the radio is probably found today.

And he touched the curse.

It's just that no one dared to speak out, because the curse might not be aimed at him alone, or it might be aimed at everyone in the room at that time.

therefore.

Others didn't break it either.

Yang Jian didn't know anyway.

At this moment, one thing more is worse than one thing less. If Yang Jian finds out about this and wants to kill people like himself for safety, there might be another fight in the back hall today.

But Yang Jian's eyesight is so sharp.

He noticed the change in everyone's faces when the strange radio sounded.

"Have they ever come into contact with that radio-like ghost before?" Yang Jian guessed in his mind.

As time goes by.

The supernatural phenomenon in the old house became more and more serious. Everyone in the back hall heard the sound of something running barefoot and fast in the old house. Because the ground of the old house is made of bluestone bricks, running barefoot will make a very clear rattling sound. Voice.

"Is there a ghost running around in the lobby after taking a shower without clothes?" the messenger named Daqiang muttered.

"Do you think you are very humorous?" Yang Jian looked at him.

Daqiang stopped talking immediately, although he was teasing like this, but his whole body was in a tense state, because he was worried that the ghost thing outside was running and coming to the back hall.

Just for now.

The ghost didn't seem to find it here.

The night vigil is indeed the safest to guard the red coffin.

But what caught people's attention the most was not these strange movements, but the sound of the approaching radio.

The sound of the radio seemed to be coming all the way from the direction of the gate of the old house, and then it didn't stop on the way, and came directly to the back hall.

The sound is getting closer.

The rustling sound became more and more clear.

"Will ghosts really find us?" Fan Xing felt uneasy.

However, the more I worry about what will come.

That rustling radio sound really came through.

It stopped right at the door.

There is no separation in between, only a dark dividing line.

"This is the closest supernatural phenomenon to us. Isn't the lobby safe?" Eagle stared at the passageway.

An old radio unexpectedly appeared on the ground and slowly moved towards the lobby.

It seemed that something was pushing behind this old radio.

The spirit has invaded the back hall.

"Sha, Shasha..." The radio was listening for a signal.

The signal was received suddenly at this moment, and the blind tone disappeared.

"You, you are inside, hey, hey." A weird voice came from the radio.

Everyone's face changed greatly.

Chapter 926 A Vigil with No Way Out

An old radio was sent into the back hall by something, not even ten centimeters away from the darkness behind it.

But such a small distance has already proved that some kind of terrifying supernatural phenomenon has crossed the boundary and successfully invaded the back hall.

During the night vigil, everyone thought that the coffin in the back hall was the safest place.

But now, not necessarily.

A creepy sentence came from the radio: "You, you are inside, hey, hey..."

"You must all be there, Rusha~!"

"Hey, hey, I'm here to find you."

Similar words kept coming out of the old radio, like ghosts whispering.

"Damn."

Fan Xing suddenly let out a low growl, just like the resentment swallowed by a corpse before dying, even his appearance changed at this moment, ashen, gloomy, but ferocious and strange.

It seems that at this moment, he has turned into a ghost.

With this roar, the old radio suddenly cracked.

As if it lost the support of the supernatural power, it shattered and shattered into several pieces, but among the pieces was only the outer box of the radio, which was empty and contained nothing but a few pieces of hair. Black dirt, no electronic components at all.

According to the normal situation, such a radio is simply a model, and it is impossible to listen to any signals.

"Did you use supernatural power? That growl is very special." Yang Jian glanced at it.

It was the first time he saw this Fan Xing showing supernatural power.

After the growl, Fan Xing's weird expression immediately returned to normal.

"Is it useful?" Someone next to him whispered.

"I don't know, but I feel that if I don't do it again, the ghost thing may really come here. First cut off the medium and block the curse. Maybe this will play a little role. After all, even the words of a ghost can be resisted. We all As a ghost master, there is no chance of winning."

When Fan Xing said this, he was not only comforting himself, but also reminding others.

"There is nothing wrong with doing it."

Yang Jian also recognized Fan Xing's behavior in his heart. If he continued to allow the supernatural phenomenon to appear, he would gradually fall into danger.

It's no problem to do it now.

however……

Before the calm lasted for a moment, another old radio slowly appeared in the darkness. It was still firmly placed on the ground, and it was the same as the previous one, and even the appearance did not change. .

"rustle……"

The familiar yet eerie voice reappeared.

And soon, the radio received the signal, the rustling sound disappeared, and the weird words appeared again: "You...you won't survive tonight, rustling!"

Hear this.

Many people had cold sweat on their foreheads. At this moment, they felt that they were being watched by the ghosts, as if these words were about to become reality.

"No, is it useless?" Fan Xing felt faint at this moment.

His power cannot cut off the curse.

"Am I really going to die tonight?"

Yang Xiaohua's palms were a little pale, she was holding on to the red balloon tightly, she pursed her mouth and did not speak.

Everyone felt stressed, as if their heartbeats had slowed down.

"If you can do it, try it, I'm here."

It was Yang Jian who broke the hopeless atmosphere at this moment. He walked over with a cracked spear in his hand, reached out to pick up the radio on the ground, and spoke directly to the radio.

After speaking, he tossed it casually.

The radio was thrown directly in the direction of the lobby.

But at the moment when the radio disappeared, an intermittent sentence sounded again: "Are you a human or a ghost? Rusha!"

The sound disappeared.

The radio was submerged in the darkness, but it didn't hear the sound of falling on the ground, which was very strange.

Everyone stared at the darkness, both shocked and terrified.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Three loud bangs suddenly echoed in the back hall.

Everyone was shocked and suddenly came back to their senses.

Holding a cracked spear, Yang Jian hit the ground heavily, and then said coldly, "Don't take chances tonight, any ghosts who dare to invade here, choose to fight immediately, this is the last safe place, once This place has been invaded and all of us will be wiped out here."

"All the ghost masters join forces, dare to touch S-level supernatural events, and dogs can jump over walls when they are cornered. What are you afraid of?"

Cautious does not mean timid.

Yang Jian didn't want to mess around before because the first seven were still far away, so he could save his state without making a move. At the same time, he didn't want to fight against the ghost in advance, so as not to lose energy to deal with the dangers of the last few days.

but now.

The ghosts are on their way.

When there is no way out, it is natural to choose to do it.

The ghost behind Yang Jian was shaking.

A shadow covered the ground, and extended all the way, covering the passage from the lobby to the back hall.

He took a few steps forward with a cracked spear in his hand and stood in the middle of the aisle.

"The vigil, maybe it's not a vigil for the coffin, but a vigil for this night, so that we won't be killed by the ghosts, and those who are afraid of death will slip through the back door. Maybe you still have a chance to escape from here."

The others looked at Yang Jian in a daze.

No one expected that at this time, Yang Jian did not go to settle accounts with the person involved in the supernatural, but changed his normal behavior and chose to fight against the ghost here.

"Can the few of us survive this night?" Someone's voice was trembling.

Anyone with a little sense knows it.

Right now, there are all ghosts roaming outside the ancient house, no one knows how many there are.

What about the ghost rider?

After using the supernatural power several times, they still died suddenly. They got off the supernatural bus, and they were not in good condition.

"Do you have a choice?" Yang Jian glanced coldly.

"That's right, there is no choice. Everyone, be prepared to work hard." Fan Xing took a deep breath, put aside all his thoughts at this moment, and took the initiative to take a few steps forward, choosing to work hard.