Mysterious Recovery

very quiet.

Yang Jian waited in Wang Xiaoming's office for a long time. From the beginning, there were weird movements around him, and now everything seems to be silent.

It seems that all sounds have disappeared.

No noise can be heard in the whole world.

This is not good news.

Yang Jian stood up, and he looked downstairs through the glass window.

The floors of the entire building are all dimly lit, like an unpopular and abandoned building that has been abandoned for a long time. It seems that there is no living person besides himself.

And the surrounding vision is not very good.

The neighborhood is shrouded in black and cyan haze, you can't see far away, and even the tall buildings on the opposite street can only barely recognize a vague outline.

It seems that this hospital building is the only remaining existence in this world.

Yang Jian seemed to hesitate with a thoughtful expression on his face.

But he didn't hesitate for too long.

Soon, he made a decision.

Immediately, he turned around and left here, followed the safe passage, and walked downstairs.

Sure enough, he still couldn't sit and watch Wang Xiaoming and a group of people trapped in a certain floor.

Although I really don't want to support them, if these people die, then this supernatural event will undoubtedly end in failure.

He was unwilling, or didn’t want to hand over the city and his own destiny so easily to a ghost to lead. Although he wanted to stay out of the matter and keep his life alive, but at the junction of this choice, Yang Jian realized that he could actually There is only one way to go.

With that dry finger, he quickly walked downstairs, planning to do the last fight.

The ghost has already appeared, and there is not much time left.

Success, this supernatural incident is likely to be resolved, failure...Dachang City will fall completely.

The first floor, the second floor, the third floor...Yang Jian counted the floors he passed.

According to his inference, since the surrounding sounds have disappeared, it is very likely that the ghosts from the entire hospital have gathered to Wang Xiaoming's side, and he is temporarily safe here.

But this kind of security shouldn't last long. Once Wang Xiaoming and others are dead, the next target of the ghost will choose himself.

Suddenly.

When passing the corner of a certain level of stairs, Yang Jian involuntarily stopped.

"They are trapped in this layer..."

Although he looked up to see that this floor was exactly the same as the other floors, there was no difference, but the ghost eyes dormant under his skin reacted.

This is the induction between Li Gui and Li Gui.

Yang Jian walked out of the safe passage and went deep into this layer.

When he passed by the two elevators, he found that the doors of the two elevators were always open, leaving a mess of black and cyan footprints at the elevator entrance. These footprints seemed to converge with the footprints of other places, towards this floor. The direction of a certain ward stretched past.

The darkness there has become more and more intense, and the haze has condensed and has gradually evolved into a kind of deep darkness.

The feeling of ghost eyes under the flesh became stronger.

He can be sure that once he sinks into the darkness in front of him, he will definitely encounter a ghost, and no one can say what danger he will encounter at that time.

"It is no longer necessary to save resources at this time." Yang Jian's eyes flashed, and he lit the ghost candle again.

The scarlet candle emits a gloomy candlelight.

The candlelight spread out, illuminating the surroundings, reflecting a weird green color around them. This light dispelled the dim surroundings and took away the cold and weird breath.

"If we can't win with the ghost candle this time, then we will have no chance of winning."

Taking a slight breath, Yang Jian held the ghost candle and walked forward quickly.

The farther forward, the haze gets thicker.

The eerie candlelight was actually suppressed at this moment, and the range covered by the candlelight was rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Originally, the candlelight could illuminate the surrounding area of ​​five or six meters, but now it has been abruptly suppressed to a range of about three meters, and this distance is still shrinking as Yang Jian advances.

Crackling~!

The candle flame was beating violently, accelerating the speed of burning, in order to burst out a brighter fire, resisting the erosion of the surrounding darkness.

The faster the burning speed of ghost candles means that there must be ghosts nearby.

When Yang Jian walked further for about ten meters, the ghost candle light had been suppressed to the surrounding range of about two meters.

The thick black cyan haze and the gloomy green candlelight formed a clear boundary.

"At this burning rate, at most ten minutes, this candle will be completely burned." Yang Jian glanced at the ghost candle in his hand and was secretly startled.

But the next moment, when he took a step forward.

In the dense haze, an arm appeared in the air.

This arm passed through the area covered by the candlelight and appeared in front of Yang Jian, while the other end of the arm was submerged in the dimness, and I couldn't see what was happening in front of him.

"Tick, tick~!"

A golden watch on this arm was still ticking, showing the time accurately.

"It's the hand of a ghost master." Yang Jian immediately reacted, and he hurriedly grabbed this arm.

He can be sure that this is definitely not a ghost, if it is a ghost, it is impossible to cross the candlelight and come to him.

It was too late to recall which person among the group of people had a gold watch in his hands. He just grabbed the arm and pulled it to this side, trying to draw someone from the darkness closer to the area covered by the candlelight.

Only when it enters the range covered by the ghost candle is it safe for the time being.

However, when he touched this arm, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

When this arm touched him, it suddenly grabbed him. It seemed to feel the remaining warmth in his hand, knowing that it was a human being. At this moment, he was pulling desperately, hoping to get out of some terrifying place. Rescue.

However, when Yang Jian struggled to pull him, he did not successfully pull a certain ghost master closer to the range covered by the ghost candle. Instead, he staggered and almost fell.

Because... the arm is broken.

Yang Jian grasped the broken arm and his face became particularly ugly. He saw a row of neat and hideous teeth marks in the wound of the broken arm.

It seemed to be bitten off abruptly by something.

"Damn it." He stepped forward abruptly.

The haze in front was dissipated by candlelight.

Yang Jian did not find the owner of this broken arm, but from the distance of this arm, it was clear that it was here.

The ghost rider seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Is it dead?

Yang Jian's heart trembled slightly. Instead of feeling sad about someone's disappearance, he dropped the broken arm and continued to go deeper.

Along the way, he could vaguely see that there were a lot of humanoid silhouettes hovering in the haze, looking at him strangely. Some people tried to walk through the darkness and peeked in the blue-black human face to take a look, and then they came into contact with the ghost candle. The light was quickly collected, and there was no movement.

I can't imagine that without this ghost candle, God knows what kind of horror he will experience at this moment.

At this moment, the ghost candle burns faster.

At this speed, let alone ten minutes, even if it is supported for five minutes, it will be a little reluctant.

"Blood?"

After walking a few steps further, Yang Jian saw the blood stains on the ground.

Scarlet ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is bright, it seems to have just been sprayed, and there are still some fleshy meat beside the blood.

"You are a little late." Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded.

In the next moment, Wang Xiaoqiang walked in from the dense haze and sank into the light of this ghost candle.

When he acted, a shadow followed him behind him, trying to keep it, but stopped in front of the candlelight, and finally hid in the haze.

"It's not too late, at least you are not dead yet." Yang Jian said.

Wang Xiaoming said; "The ghost babies of the third stage have been confirmed. The voice is the key. You cannot let the ghost babies of the third stage hear you, otherwise they will attack you, but these derived ghosts do not have the conditions to overlap, that is It is said that the ghost infants of the third stage can only kill by hearing the sound, while the ghost infants of the second stage can only be touched, and the ghost domain of the first stage can only be seen through."

"Is it time to say this now? They are all dead?" Yang Jian asked.

"Although it's not there, it's almost the same. We resisted it during the previous attack, but the bad news is...the ghost infant in the fourth stage has appeared, and I am not even sure if it is the ghost infant in the fourth stage. , It is very likely that it is the ghost of the source. That thing is nearby now. Finding it and resolving it may calm this supernatural event."

"Come with me, we can only survive for a short time at the moment. If you don't come, we can't last long."

Wang Xiaoqiang pointed to a certain place and motioned to Yang Jian to follow.

Yang Jian's expression stunned. Although he did not participate in the previous events, it is conceivable that Zhao Kaiming, Sun Yi, Zhang Han and the others paid a heavy price to resist this wave of ghost attacks. I want to talk about "Mystical Recovery" with more like-minded people. WeChat pays attention to "Excellent Literature", read novels, talk about life, and find friends~