Mysterious Recovery

　　 dull, depressed, almost out of breath.

　　 is like a ghost press, clearly conscious, but unable to move.

　　 The dim room seems to have become a dark prison at this moment. Yang Jian is the prisoner in this cage.

　　 suddenly.

　　 On the dark ceiling, the darkness gradually condensed, as if it had become an eye shape.

　　 This eye is very big, covering the entire ceiling. Although he hasn't opened it, Yang Jian can feel the huge eye peeking at him, a strange gaze staying on him.

　　 "Guru~!"

　　 Yang Jian felt the skin on his cheeks cold, and it seemed that something had been forced open, and a red eye was revealed in the flesh and blood.

　　 A weird perspective came into my mind.

At the same time, something like the body seems to be burrowing around, wandering around, that thing stretches the flesh and almost wants to tear the skin, a kind of severe pain spreads, as if it has been tortured. It's unbearable.

　　 However, Yang Jian was conscious, but he still couldn't move.

　　 can only let the ghost of the body move unscrupulously, wanting to mourn in pain, but his mouth just moved slightly, unable to open, and unable to make any sound.

　　 This situation didn't just last for a while.

　　 but lasted two or three hours.

Yang Jian didn’t fall asleep from beginning to end. He endured this tearing pain for two or three hours. He didn’t know that he had endured it like this. He only knew that this period of time seemed like a lifetime. .

　　 more than six o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 The pain in his body disappeared quickly, and at the same time he regained consciousness.

　　 Almost as soon as he was able to move, he sat up from the bed all of a sudden, sweating all over, and panting heavily.

　　 Yang Jian raised his palm, almost shaking instinctively.

"I, what's the matter? The body is out of control, and the feeling just now seems as if the whole person is about to split apart, as if something is about to come out of it, is it affected by that eye? ?......."

　　 He looked at the trembling palm and was silent for a while.

　　 Suddenly, he took out a piece of dark brown paper from his pocket.

　　 "Tell me what happened to my situation before." Yang Jian spoke to the parchment.

Soon, a line of writing appeared on the parchment: I woke up with pain today, and I could feel the ghosts gradually recovering in my body, because I used too much power of the ghosts for school affairs, and I can't live long. ..... But now I still have to endure the pain of being tortured by that thing in the body, because...I still want to live.

　　 Does the ghost recover?

　　 As expected.

　　 Yang Jian fell into silence again.

　　 He started to walk in the right way, suffered the torture of the evil spirit resurrecting, and then one day was killed by the ghost in his body.

　　 Is this the price of survival?

　　 "How long can I live?" Yang Jian continued to ask.

　　 The handwriting appeared on the parchment again: If I don’t think of other ways as soon as possible, under such torture, I guess I won’t survive for three months.

　　 Three months?

　　 This is faster than death from cancer. If you have to endure this torture every day, it is indeed the same as Zhou Zheng said, death is a relief.

　　 It is absolutely impossible for Yang Jian not to panic in his heart at this moment.

　　 He is still young and still studying, and his parents need to take care of him in the future.

　　If you die, what will your parents do?

Do not.

　　 I can't die, at least I can't die now.

Yang Jian suddenly stood up, staring at the parchment in front of him: "You are very weird. I can't believe what you said. You said I died in three months and I died in three months? Saying that I will die in school, hasn’t the result changed? You don’t know the future at all. You can only judge what will happen next with a high probability based on the current situation."

　　 "But I can be sure, you know very, very much."

　　 "What the **** are you?"

　　 The parchment did not move, and no writing appeared. It seemed that he had chosen to be silent.

　　 "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I'll figure it out sooner or later." Yang Jian said.

　　 Thinking of Li Gui's matter, he suddenly remembered something, and picked up Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning mobile phone from the side, and a text message was displayed on it.

　　 is the address of a website.

　　 "The website that Zhao Jianguo gave me, maybe I can get any useful information from that website." Yang Jian immediately turned on the computer and typed in the website above.

　　 A special website, there is nothing but a blank, as if this website does not exist.

　　 He knew this was only a secret measure.

　　 Then he picked up Zhou Zheng's phone and typed the number code printed on his phone on the keyboard.

　　 Immediately, the web page was refreshed, the website jumped, and the web page appeared.

　　 Yang Jian glanced around, and all of the above were emergencies from all over the world, requesting the support of ghost riders, and rewards from governments of various countries.

　　Most of them are on the level of 100 million U.S. dollars, and of course there are tens of millions of rewards.

　　He clicked on one: "A Class C ghost appeared in a certain state in the United States, codenamed the Ghost Church, and a reward of 30 million US dollars was offered."

　　 There is also a video on it.

In the video, it is the appearance of a church. The walls outside the church are covered with moss and the wall is mottled and very old. But at the door of the church, Yang Jian saw a vague figure standing there, although he could not see clearly. Looks, but he could feel that it was a person, to be precise, a human form, but this person revealed a kind of infiltrating weirdness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But soon, suddenly there was a sky above the church. A fighter jet whizzed past, and a missile crashed down, hitting the church accurately.

　　 The flames of the explosion engulfed the church.

　　 Obviously, the U.S. military chose a strong and direct military attack.

　　 "Will it be useful?" Yang Jian watched carefully.

　　 But very quickly, when the glare gradually receded, his eyes condensed.

　　 In the flames, the church still stood there unscathed. A missile with such a large damage range did not even blow up a wall of the church.

　　 Then, in the video, he saw again that the black shadow standing at the door of the church slowly walked out, and the black shadow stepped closer in the direction of the camera.

　　嗤...

　　 The video was blurred for a moment, and the image disappeared.

　　 There are many comments below the video:

　　 "Fack, 30 million dollars to solve this stuff? The president of the United States, go to hell, save your money to buy lollipops for your children, this stuff is only defined as C-level? Do you want to trick us into being cannon fodder?"

　　 A U.S. netizen commented, but there are Chinese translations and translations of other texts below the English, which can be understood at a glance.

"Although the video is concealed, it can be judged that this is already a ghost that can affect the surrounding things. It is estimated that it is not far from forming a ghost domain. Grade B is the least. If you have a conscience, you can define it as A. The people really live in dire straits, and newcomers may be fooled to death if they don’t understand.” A domestic netizen replied.

　　 "I'm dying anyway, form a group for gold, and beg my teammates to take it away, cute and cute."

　　 "Lao Mi's video offers a reward for not even one frame of belief."

　　 Yang Jian took a look at the comments, and started to ponder: "Is there any level of ghost? Check it out."