Mysterious Recovery

On the sixth day, the funeral day arrived.

This is how Yang Jian is named.

After this day arrived, no abnormality occurred in the ancient house. The only thing that was wrong was that the ghosts in the ancient house were dissipating. These terrifying objects began to wander away as if they had lost their target.

The crisis is slowly disappearing.

Yang Jian saw that the vague ghost figure on the wall was also leaving. The ghost was walking along the wall, walking all the way to the outside of the ancient house, and finally disappeared from the patio, seeming to have left here directly along the gap in the patio.

The vaguely ghost figures are also dissipating, and they can be vaguely seen shaking, gradually dispersing and leaving.

"Ghost, leaving." The eagle looked at the black dice in front of him.

After turning a circle, a number was left a little bit, and then it didn't turn again.

The ghost who played the dice game has left. I don't know if the ghost has forcibly left the dice game, or if the eagle has won the game, so the ghost has complied with the rules of the game and chose to leave.

But none of this matters.

This terrifying day finally survived.

Liu Qingqing frowned. She survived and was not attacked. The rice in her hand had been eaten before. It was some kind of spiritual power that sheltered her, allowing her to avoid being attacked by a ghost.

"The ghost is leaving, I can feel that the nearby spiritual interference is getting less and less." Yang Jian said directly in the ghost domain.

Five-tier ghost domain.

Everything is isolated, unless it is a very powerful ghost to invade.

But now, not only there is no ghost invasion, but there is no spiritual existence in the third-tier ghost domain.

When Yang Jian saw this, he immediately withdrew from the fifth-layer ghost domain. He did not immediately take back the ghost domain, but gradually reduced the number of ghost domains, and an accident occurred.

"The ghosts in the second-tier ghost realm are gone."

Zhou Deng said: "The ghost banquet is over, and the ghosts are separated. This is in line with the arrangements for this day."

"Midnight is both safe and dangerous. Security is because the danger of the previous day will disappear, and the danger is that the new day will meet the new terror." Li Yang said.

Yang Jian said: "The first seven are right in front of you, and the task of sending the letter will soon be over. Although the process is fierce, it is about to be completed in the end."

He closed another ghost eye while speaking.

The ghost domain retreated to the third level.

After a while, the ghost realm on the first level no longer felt any spiritual interference. At the same time, the scope of the ghost realm was also expanding, not only in the lobby, but also in the front yard. I feel a small amount of supernatural interference, and the range of interference is still getting smaller.

This shows that the spirituality in the ancient house is constantly decreasing.

At about 12:20 in the end, Yang Jian confirmed that Li Gui had left, and he immediately took back the ghost domain.

The figures of Zhou Deng and Li Yang appeared again.

"It's safe, ghost, left the old house." Yang Jian said: "But you still have to pay attention to safety, some spiritual existence may be beyond my awareness."

"Of course, I know it in my heart."

Zhou Deng tore off the human skin mask at this time. He felt a lot more relaxed, and he breathed out slowly.

"The suppression of the ancient house has disappeared, you should still be at risk of Li Gui's recovery? Can you use your own Li Gui's power next?" Yang Jian looked at him and asked.

Previously, Zhou Deng had been wearing a human skin mask to protect himself. He did not use the supernatural power once. It was not that he did not want to use it, but that he was at risk of resuscitating ghosts, otherwise he would not go to take the supernatural bus.

"Short-term use shouldn't be a problem." Zhou Deng said: "I can no longer feel the restlessness of Li Ghost's recovery, but it is also because I have not overused the Li Ghost's ability. The next thing depends on the situation."

Yang Jian said: "That's good."

After speaking, he looked at the roof of the ancient house.

The red balloon was wrapped around the arm of Yang Xiaohua's corpse, and the corpse was hung in the air, floating, neither flying away nor falling down.

"I'm going to let her down, maybe that red balloon will be used today."

On the sixth day, Yang Jian decided to put Yang Xiaohua down at this time, provided that she hadn't died yet, and if she died, then there would be no way to take the red balloon away.

soon.

Yang Jian walked up the wall a few steps, came to Yang Xiaohua's body in the air, and directly stretched out his hand to tear off the yellow paper covering her face.

This yellow paper can make a living person fall into a state of suspended animation, and will not be attacked by a ghost, but accordingly you can't move. You need someone to tear this yellow paper to regain your consciousness. Otherwise, it may be like this for the rest of your life.

Lost the yellow paper covering his face.

Yang Xiaohua doesn't possess any supernatural power anymore.

The red balloon's restraint on her disappeared, and she fell down from mid-air and landed on the ground.

The weightlessness of falling and the sharp pain in her **** made Yang Xiaohua sit up instantly.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but stood by and squeezed the ripped spear in his hand.

If something is abnormal, Yang Xiaohua will be directly nailed to death.

"Why did you let me down until now?" Yang Xiaohua said madly at this time: "I've been hanging in the air these days, it's almost crazy."

"Are you still conscious?" Yang Jian's expression moved.

"I didn't die at all, but my body couldn't move, and my head was very clear." Yang Xiaohua said.

Yang Jian looked at Zhou Deng.

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Zhou Deng said: "This situation is slightly different from what I was before. Maybe the yellow paper is incomplete, so the effect of sleeping is not so perfect, so the consciousness is clear. It seems that the more complete the yellow paper is to seal a person, the better the effect. , What is incomplete is defective."

Yang Jian looked at the yellow paper in his hand. There was a burnt part on it, and there was a gap.

This may be why Yang Xiaohua was able to fall into a deep sleep and remain awake.

"Fortunately, it is only a few days. Otherwise, after a long time, people will be crazy when they tear the yellow paper." Zhou Deng smiled.

It is conceivable that a person is suspended in the air, unable to move, not conscious in the body, and awake, how terrifying the feeling is.

Yang Xiaohua was pretty good, but she managed to get through it.

Yang Jian said: "Your consciousness is clear, but can you hear and see the movement outside?"

"No, it's like being locked in a dark room, I can't hear anything, see nothing." Yang Xiaohua still looked mad, she was sluggish, very painful, as if she was full. Tortured and tortured.

Li Yang said: "If you know what happened in the past few days, you will be very lucky that you are still alive, and don't look at how many people are left on our side now."

When Yang Xiaohua heard this, she noticed that the lobby of the ancient house was empty.

It was very different from when her face was covered.

Obviously, those who were reduced have died here.

However, she stared at Liu Qingqing and looked a little surprised, because she remembered that Liu Qingqing had disappeared on the first day and the next day, and did not enter the ancient house the first time. She did not expect to appear again now, look. Good luck for her to come.

"It's the first few days now, is it the first seven?" Yang Xiaohua asked, withdrawing her gaze.

She didn't worry about the things before.

Compared with other people, it is a miracle to live as an ordinary person till now.

"It's the sixth day." Yang Jian said, "It may be time for the red balloon to be used today, so I will let you down, eat something, take a break, and prepare for today's affairs."

"It's the sixth day, four days have passed so quickly?"

Yang Xiaohua was taken aback, and then said, "What are you going to do today?"

"Funeral."

At this time, Yang Jian left and returned to the room where everyone was staying. He took out the backpacks of Daqiang, Wang Feng, Eagle and others, and threw them on the ground.

The backpack contains a flashlight, clothes, food and water, and some emergency medical supplies.

"Eat and drink, ready to go on the road, huh, there is still wine? It's really good, those people don't need it, now it's nothing for me."

Zhou Deng was not welcome, and walked over directly, opening his backpack and eating and drinking.

Yang Xiaohua also took her backpack immediately. She took out the food and water she had prepared before, and said she was full before she was full.

"That's right, taking advantage of the sixth day has just begun, this is the safest time, you should take a good rest." Eagle also walked over, took his backpack, opened it to see that everything is still there.

He wasn't worried that someone would steal these things from himself, but to confirm things.

“Today’s funeral is to leave the old house and go to the woods behind, so you need to bring light sticks, flashlights, etc., food and water depending on the situation, and other things are left here. Anyway, after the first seven days, we will leave. , There is no need to put your back on your body and waste your physical strength to drag down the action."

The eagle is also very hungry, but he eats and drinks very slowly to avoid problems with overeating.

Liu Qingqing stood alone beside her, her expression a little unnatural when she watched Yang Jian and the others gather for dinner.

But she doesn't need to eat or drink, she doesn't need to rest, she doesn't need to replenish her energy.

Most of her body is now a supernatural being, and she can survive by relying on supernatural power. She is a supernatural being placed in the supernatural circle, because she has never risked the resurrection of ghosts, and has embarked on a unique path.

After an hour, everyone finished eating and drinking, and then began to rest.

Even if you can't sleep, it's good to lean against the wall next to him and squint for a while.

Yang Jian is also a different kind, and he didn't sleep either. He was sitting there holding a ripped spear. Although his eyes were closed, a ghost eye on his forehead was turning restlessly around, peeking at all the abnormalities and movements around him.

However, it was quiet today.

There wasn't even a sound of wind outside, let alone any weird knocking at the door.

The old house is not so gloomy and cold anymore.

Some weird auras disappeared somehow, and even the current ancient houses were a little brighter and no longer so gloomy.

"I'm afraid this ancient house will be completely abolished after the first seven days, and all the spirituality has left." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart, and his ghostly eyes also peeked into the aisles on the left and right.

The aisle is no longer dark.

There was no movement in the left and right rooms, and most importantly, he could see the end of the aisles on the left and right.

Before, the two aisles had no end, and the same was true for those rooms.

"Four left and third right, this ancient house has a total of seven rooms." Yang Jian forgot, there was no room after spiritual interference.

No more, no less, just seven.

"This shows that seven people lived in this old house, or it was built on the scale of seven people."

"Seven? This is the size of a small team, but why are there only five graves behind the forest? Even with this old man, there are only six graves, so there is one less person?"

Yang Jian was thinking wildly again.

Seven people team, six graves.

The remaining group of ghost masters in the Republic of China seems to be missing.

Did he leave the team behind, or did the remaining person not die?

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Yang Jian closed his eyes, thinking about this question in his mind.

soon.

The scary old woman in Room 301, Dachuan City came to mind.

Is she the seventh person?

He had seen this old woman when he triggered the media before, but the old woman has not appeared until now.

A little bit of time passed.

One hour, two hours...

When everyone saw that there was no danger, their spirits relaxed a lot, and they all rested. Even Zhou Deng curled up on the ground and yawned. His face was reddish, as if he was drunk.

The alcohol content was very high. I don't know which messenger brought it. I guess I wanted to drink at a certain moment to become courageous, or to relax my spirit, but I didn't expect it to be drunk by Zhou Denghe.

"Can you fall asleep too?" Li Yang glanced at him, admiring a little.

However, at 4:30 in the morning.

There was a slight anomaly in the ancient house.

Crunch!

The door of the back hall was not known whether it was blown open by the wind or was pushed open by someone, making a movement.

With this slight movement, everyone opened their eyes instantly.

Even Zhou Deng, who was sleeping while drunk, suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up, his eyes became very sharp, without any sense of randomness or indulgence.

"The back door opened, this is a signal." Li Yang immediately looked at Yang Jian.

"Team Yang, it's time for a funeral." Zhou Deng stood up.

Yang Jian slowly got up with the split spear in his hand. He didn't speak, but walked to the side of the eagle.

The eagle leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, holding two dice, one black and one red in his hand, ready to throw it out at any time.

Yang Jian, who came by, bent down and broke off the palm of the eagle, picked up the two dice, and put them in his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Liu Qingqing walked over her slender legs and stepped on red high heels. She looked wary.

"he died."

Yang Jian said indifferently: "He died half an hour ago, due to the curse of the music box."

What?

Liu Qingqing was taken aback, and then looked at the eagle. The eagle was still not moving. She immediately sat down and touched the eagle's neck.

There is no pulse, it is cold, and it is a dead body.

"I won't be wrong. The curse of the music box has returned to me. There is only one situation, and that is, the curse of the music box has exploded."

Yang Jian said and looked at Li Yang: "I will use the eagle's body to help you recover your hands and feet."

"Yang Jian, you are crazy, you don't even let go of the eagle's body." Liu Qingqing scolded.

"His corpse will decay here and become dry bones. If it is worse, it will be transformed into ghosts and wandering around the world. No matter what the situation is not a good result, it is better to help me. Let Li Yang resume his actions."

Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing.

Liu Qingqing blocked Yang Jian; "He helped you. You should let him die well and should not move his body. I will take his body out of the ancient house and find a place to bury it."

After speaking, she directly carried the eagle's body.

"Sure enough, you knew him very early." Yang Jian said with squinting eyes.

"I met Eagle on the second floor of the post office." Liu Qingqing said: "His seniority is older than me, so he went to the fourth floor of the post office first. At that time, I received his help and care."

"So you are repaying him with such incompetent behavior? It is ridiculous. If you really want to repay him, he might not die here."

Yang Jian's tone was cold, and then he turned around and did not take the eagle's body as a puzzle to make up for Li Yang's incompleteness.

Although this decision was wrong, the Eagles did contribute a lot in this action, so he dismissed the idea.

"Yang Xiaohua, you carry Li Yang on your back, and Zhou Deng and I carry the coffin." Yang Jian said.

"Okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~Okay," Yang Xiaohua did not resist, she walked to Li Yang and carried him on her back.

Without both legs and one hand, Li Yang is not heavy, even a woman can easily carry it on his back.

Yang Jian and Zhou Deng came to the red coffin.

Both of them are ghost masters, and their strength is not ordinary, so they lifted the coffin directly.

But as unexpectedly.

The red coffin was unexpectedly light.

It was so light that there was no corpse in the coffin.

The two looked at each other, and they both saw a touch of surprise.

"Do you want to open it?" Zhou Deng said.

"Once the old man comes out of the coffin, many people will die. No, just bury it like this." Yang Jian rejected the proposal.