Mysterious Recovery

A high-rise resident in Guanjiang District.

This is the new home of Wang Bin and Wang Haiyan. The three of them held a group to warm up, comforted each other and gave confidence before this despair came to lead.

However at this time.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Shanshan, who was pale, suddenly closed her eyes and fell to the ground feebly.

"Daughter, what's the matter with you?" Wang Haiyan was frightened and hurriedly helped Wang Shanshan from the ground.

But when she touched Wang Shanshan's body, Wang Haiyan was startled.

The body, which was originally lower than normal human body temperature, was cold at this time, and she couldn't feel any temperature at all, so she quickly touched her daughter's chest again.

"Ah~!"

Unable to scream, Wang Haiyan retracted her palm abruptly.

The daughter's heartbeat stopped, she was dead.

"Husband, come here soon, something has happened to my daughter..." Wang Haiyan called Wang Bin.

"Don't shout so loudly, trying to get that thing out?" Wang Bin ran out of the kitchen in fright, almost covering his wife's mouth.

Although they did not enter the safe house, they also knew how the ghosts outside killed people.

But when Wang Bin understood what happened just now, he was also dumbfounded.

Your daughter is dead?

"Yang Jian, yes, ask Yang Jian." Wang Bin subconsciously rang Yang Jian.

He must know this situation of his daughter.

But when Wang Bin was just about to make a call, he was stunned again, because he suddenly remembered what his daughter had said before: If Yang Jian died, he would die too.

Could it be...Yang Jian is already dead?

Yang Jian was more than dead. At this time, the body was cold. At this moment, his face was peaceful, his hands and feet were hanging weakly, and the shoes on his feet had fallen off. The whole person was suspended in the air by an old straw rope. ,like a statue.

The body had been in this position for a long time.

If nothing happens, his corpse will be hung here to rot and give birth to maggots, leaving only a skeleton in the end.

He hanged himself for about four hours.

"Tick, tick~!"

The black water droplets dripping from his feet began to gradually become more, and gradually became more frequent. The camera occasionally captured them, but they only flickered by. I couldn't see clearly what it was.

"Just now..... Water dripped on his feet? Could it be that the internal organs have begun to rot and corpse water appeared?"

Wang Xiaoming, who noticed such details, was still puzzled.

It stands to reason that decay is not so fast.

But then Wang Xiaoming saw something supernatural happening in Yang Jian's body.

His body is shaking~!

One after another, they slowly started to shake.

As the heavy corpse swayed, the ceiling on the top of the room creaked.

If such a scene is seen by other people, the soul will probably be scared.

The body that had been dead for several hours was swaying in the air.

"This situation... will Yang Jian come back to life again? No, no, it's not that Yang Jian's body is moving, but the rope is moving." Wang Xiaoming's eyes shrank and he began to realize Yang Jian. Why did you commit suicide in this particular way.

He must have mastered some kind of horrible ghost law, and wanted to use this law.

As for the final outcome, Wang Xiaoming is unclear.

"He didn't lose, Yang Jian hasn't lost yet." There was a glimmer of hope in his heart again.

The corpse of Yang Jian in the video was hung in the air and swayed slightly. At first, the amplitude of the shaking was small, but afterward, the amplitude of the shaking began to gradually increase.

And more and more black liquid dripped from Yang Jian's corpse.

The black liquid dripping on the ground did not turn into a puddle of stagnant water, but wriggling on the ground like a living thing, and then gradually spread out from the place where it fell to the surroundings.

The ground began to be covered with darkness.

"Damn it, the phone is almost out of power." Wang Xiaoming stared at these changes, and at this time he found that the battery of the phone was almost used up.

He wanted to charge, but he didn't do so. Because his cell phone was used up, Yang Jian's cell phone would also shut down because of the exhausted power. Once the cell phone over there was shut down, the video would be disconnected.

"It can last for about twenty minutes." He made an estimate in his mind.

But this is a certain critical moment, and I don't know if the battery is enough for twenty minutes.

In a dimly lit room.

Under the chandelier, Yang Jian's body continued to sway in the air, as if there was an invisible wind blowing.

But the doors and windows of the room were closed tightly, and there was no possibility of wind blowing.

At this moment, the range of Yang Jian's body shaking in midair seemed to have reached a limit.

During this shaking, the corpse's foot touched the ghost mirror in front.

One touch.

The corpse's feet were actually attached to the mirror at this moment, unable to get off.

Because of being adsorbed, the swing stopped.

At this moment, Yang Jian's corpse was hanging diagonally in the air in a way that violated common sense.

The grass rope on his neck was tight and pulled his neck tightly, seeming to prevent the corpse from being sucked into the ghost mirror.

At the same time, Yang Jian, who had a peaceful face, suddenly began to tremble, and the body was gurgling with black liquid.

"It turned out to be like this?"

Upon seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoming began to realize something at this moment, and stood up in shock. The rest of the shocked safe house looked at him curiously.

Ignoring the eyes of other people, Wang Xiaoming was extremely shocked at this moment, although he was not sure, but he somewhat understood Yang Jian's true purpose.

If the guess is correct, Yang Jian wants to use the characteristics of a few ghosts. uukanshu. com artificially creates a contradiction and conflict, so that ghosts and ghosts collide.

"But it's impossible. There is still a lack of conditions. Even if he can use the perfect way to create a conflict between ghosts and ghosts, he is still dead..."

When he said this, Wang Xiaoming gave a sudden, and then looked at Zhang Wei stubbornly.

What if the dead can be resurrected?

Just at this time.

The ghost rope on the neck of Yang Jian's corpse had already begun to be soaked by the black liquid at this moment, and began to be stained with a layer of pitch black.

That thing is not actually liquid, but part of the ghost, but it's rich and scary, it looks like ink.

"Crack~!"

Accompanied by a slight noise.

The ghost rope that hanged Yang Jian suddenly lost its power after being covered by this black shadow, and it hung directly from the midair.

The ghost rope finally retreated after stimulating the ghost to recover.

It cannot suppress the ghosts that possess the body, and it is still in the state after recovery.

Not only that, it itself was controlled by the headless ghost.

But the mission of the ghost rope has been completed.

At the moment when the ghost rope hangs from the top of the head.

Yang Jian's body abruptly stood up in the air, and finally hit the ghost mirror in front of him with a bang.

No, not hitting it, but being sucked by the ghost mirror.

From now on is the critical moment, creating a logical endless loop between ghost images and ghost mirrors.

Let the two ghosts crash together.

Once successful.

Yang Jian will be resurrected from death.

But at this time, the battery of the mobile phone is exhausted and it automatically shuts down.

Wang Xiaoming only saw Yang Jian's body being sucked in front of the mirror and disconnected. 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~