Mysterious Recovery

The haze is stronger than the darkness, Yang Jian doesn't know what is around him, he can't hear anything, can't see anything,

The ghost eyes that can see through the darkness are like blind at this time, and they don't play a key role.

It seems that the ghost eye has not recovered, and it is still very reluctant to cope with this situation.

Or, in this case, not only the ghost eyes, but others as long as they are not in a complete state are reluctant.

As Zhao Kaiming said, the ghost is only part of the puzzle, so now Yang Jian may be facing a complete puzzle, or he has already completed most of the puzzle.

"Tread, tread."

The footsteps of leather shoes walking across the ground suddenly rang at this moment.

After half an hour of waiting time, when Yang Jian decided to take the initiative to expose his flaws, there was finally some movement.

"It's approaching me." Yang Jianmeng looked in the direction of the voice.

Although he couldn't see anything, he could vaguely judge that it should be less than ten meters away from himself.

And the distance is still shrinking with the sound of footsteps.

Five meters, three meters... seems to be in sight.

Yang Jian seemed to be able to touch the ghost's body as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Do you want to do it?" With a cold sweat on his face, he couldn't help but want to use the coffin nail in his hand to rush up.

"No, just relying on a footstep, I can't be completely sure if it is a ghost or not. If this thing is nailed to a ghost baby, I wasted an opportunity like last time and maybe I will be planted here."

Gritting his teeth, he resisted the urge to do it directly.

Let that ghost take action first, and he will never move first if that ghost does not take action. He can no longer afford the consequences of failure.

One meter away, the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped.

It seems that the ghost is standing in front of him.

"Stop it?" Yang Jian squeezed the nail of the coffin in his hand, and he hesitated in his heart.

Is it better to do a tentative attack?

However, at the place where the footsteps came from, there was no source ghost at all, only a pair of empty leather shoes came, and when the footsteps stopped, only a pair of weird leather shoes stopped in front of Yang Jian.

The real ghost has been standing behind Yang Jian, motionless like him.

The sound of footsteps is bait.

Yang Jian used himself as a bait to lure the Li Gui into the bait. The Source Ghost used a pair of leather shoes under his feet to make footsteps and also lured Yang Jian into the bait.

At this moment, Yang Jian didn't know about this, and if he knew it, he would definitely feel the creeps.

"No, a tentative attack is meaningless, wait a minute."

Cautiousness and multiple exposures to Li ghosts allowed him to escape invisibly.

After waiting for a while.

"Did not attack me?"

Yang Jian's nerves were already tense at this time, and he found that the ghost standing in front of him hadn't moved.

Nevertheless, he was prepared, as long as he had the opportunity, he would nail the coffin in his hand into the body of the source ghost with the momentum of thunder.

However, this opportunity did not appear.

The sound of footsteps stopped at a distance of one meter for a long time without movement.

Another ten minutes passed under the stalemate.

The footsteps in front of me rang again.

"Tread, tread."

In the haze, a pair of leather shoes started to move on their own, and it was circling around Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stared at the direction from the footsteps, and his head moved with it.

Still not shot.

At this moment, he had vaguely suspected that the footsteps might have a problem, just like when facing a headless ghost, he deliberately released bait to lure himself out.

And the moment when the flaw was revealed was the moment when the ghost attacked.

"There is a problem with the sound of footsteps..." Yang Jian was convinced of this, feeling that the surroundings became more and more weird.

The disappearing ghost, surrounded by the sound of his own footsteps.

The haze that cannot be seen through.

Everything hides a great horror.

Obviously, the conditions for the attack by the ghost have been met, but the ghost has never appeared. Yang Jian is now anxious for the ghost to show up, so that he has room to play.

But this stalemate will not last forever.

Just as the surrounding haze began to erode on Yang Jian's body, there was a sudden movement around him.

A black and blue corpse stinks, and a palm that was about to rot suddenly stretched out from the other side of the footsteps, and directly pinched Yang Jian's neck.

Cold, stiff, with terrifying power, as if he was about to squeeze his neck in an instant.

"Here? The footsteps are indeed bait."

Yang Jian's attention was all attracted by the sound of footsteps, and when the footsteps went to the far right, the hand that attacked him came from the far left.

And the real ghost is so close to him, he hibernates beside him.

The reaction was a step slower, but at this moment.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes all opened in an instant.

The ghost domain opens.

At the same time, he directly tore open the gold leaf that wrapped the nails of the coffin, grabbed the blue-black arm with one hand, and pierced the position of the body with the other.

Although the series of movements were fast, before the coffin nail in Yang Jian's hand had pierced through, the other blue-black hand grabbed his wrist.

The attack was resolved.

But after the ghost domain opened, Yang Jian also smoothly enveloped the thing behind him.

The haze disappeared instantly, and everything around him was stained red with blood, regaining his vision.

A man wearing a shroud with a blue and black dead face stood numbly next to him.

"Zhou Zheng?"

When Yang Jian saw this ghost, his eyes suddenly shrank.

But before he was surprised, his jaw was cracked this week, revealing a bit of black and hideous teeth, and he bit his head directly.

After being bitten off, Yang Jian's head was about to be bitten off by half, and he was dead.

He wanted to struggle, but he also found that the arm holding the coffin nail could no longer move.

Without consciousness, I couldn't feel the presence of that arm at all.

"That finger?"

Yang Jian saw a particularly special dry finger on the dark palm pierced into his wrist.

It was this thing that pinned his hand.

"There is one more thing."

Just when Zhou Zheng was about to bite Yang Jian's head, a straw rope suddenly fell out of Yang Jian's body, and it was directly wrapped around the ghost's neck to hang it up.

But the ghost rope failed.

Although the ghost rope dangles this ghost, it can only barely let it stand on tiptoe, and it can't be completely suspended at all.

Although the expected result was unexpected, it eased the crisis.

The ghost teeth that had been stuck in front of him almost couldn't bite it off, and the ghost rope on his neck got entangled in it.

In the first wave of attacks, Yang Jian desperately resisted.

As planned, this level of ghost, even if Yang Jian perfectly controlled the ghost shadow, the recovery after depressing the ghost eye is still qualified to be exposed to a wave. There is no other means, if it continues to be consumed, it will still be. Dead.

The ghost teeth can bite even the ghost domain, and it's easy to eat half of his head.

"Tick, tick~!"

At this time, Yang Jian's body was gradually turning black, and drops of something like thick ink dripped from his body.

The thick ink gathered together ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and turned into a headless ghost, slowly standing up from the ground.

The headless ghost took the rusty coffin nail from Yang Jian's hand, and slowly pierced the source ghost in front of him.

"You lost." Yang Jian spit out these words with difficulty.

The headless ghost is controlled by him at this moment, which is equivalent to an extra helper. As long as he resists the first wave of attacks, victory will be by his side.

The plan is still proceeding very smoothly.

But just when Yang Jian was about to succeed.

Yang Jian felt a trance, as if he was confused.

Then he regained consciousness.

Suddenly.

The ghost in front of him disappeared.

The nearby haze also seemed to recede, the ghost domain was not suppressed, and once again covered a 100-meter range.

"What's the matter? What about that ghost." Yang Jian was stunned.

"The injury on my hand is gone?"

He found that his arm could move, but then he found that the arm pierced by the dry finger had no wounds.

A voice recorded on the phone came from the next classroom: Yang Jian, when you received this voice, my plan has been successful. It is in the school. Can you solve the problem?

When Yang Jian heard these words, his eyes suddenly widened, showing a look of shock, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his whole body.

He walked into the school abruptly, picked up his mobile phone, and looked at the satellite positioning mobile phone left by Zhao Kaiming.

Especially staring at the time above.

"impossible."

Yang Jian looked even more shocked than hell.

The time actually went back to when I first came here forty minutes ago. 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~