Mysterious Recovery

There is no doubt that Feng Quan's counterattack failed.

The grave mound turned into by the weird soil on his body is terrible. It seems that even ghosts can be buried in it. If Yang Jian was swallowed by the grave just now, he would be a strange species that perfectly controlled the ghost image. Got to die here.

It's just that the more terrifying the attack, the greater the backlash for itself.

Feng Quan is now in a state of recovery from ghosts.

The only one left of his head outside the grave mound is sinking gradually, and it will soon be completely submerged in the dark brown soil. After his body is completely submerged, will other changes occur here, Yang He couldn't tell from time to time, after all, he had never come into contact with this kind of spirituality.

However, looking at the weird earthen grave that was about to engulf Feng Quan, Yang Jian couldn't help but think of the grave in front of the weeping grave ghost that he saw on the weird bus.

The two graves seem to be similar... The only difference is that the grave that swallowed Feng Quan is smaller.

"Your luck is really good, Yang Jian, this time I'll take it, but don't be happy too early. I can't kill you and someone will kill you later." Feng Quan is as low as a mad beast. Roar, he can't accept the fact that he failed.

This kind of risk of trying to recover from the ghosts, fighting for a blow, logically speaking, should not fail.

Unfortunately, he never expected that Yang Jian wanted to do it on himself in advance.

If Yang Jian chooses to leave the hotel with him on his back, there is absolutely no possibility of failure for Feng Quan to do it in the middle of the road.

"It's too early for you to say this. Whether you die is not determined by the ghost in your body, but by me. Although you are now in a state of ghost recovery, I should be able to suppress you for a while. , It should be much better when you find the other half of your body and restore the balance in your body."

Yang Jian's face was calm, and he slowly untied the straw rope wrapped around his wrist.

This is a ghost rope.

He didn't get close to this grave to avoid being attacked again. He directly covered the ghost rope with a ghost image, controlled the ghost rope, and then I threw it forward and put it directly on Feng Quan's head.

"This is... the ghost rope of Ghost Rope Wang Yue." Feng Quan's madness diminished, his eyelids twitched, and he seemed to know what Yang Jian was going to do.

"You did a good job in intelligence work. You still remember the ghost rope information after Wang Yue died for so long, but depending on your situation, even if you cut off half of your body, you can't die. Pull a rope around your neck. It shouldn't be so easy to die after a few strokes." Yang Jian's palm slammed hard and pulled the ghost rope abruptly.

The knot around Wang Yue's neck made a fierce hand, and the intense suffocation made his face instantly flushed. He coughed violently, but a large amount of dark brown grave soil was vomited out.

It seems that his body has gradually turned into mud, from the inside out.

But Yang Jian's pull did not directly pull Wang Yue out of the grave as he imagined.

The body of Wang Yue buried in the grave mound seemed to have been integrated with the grave mound, and it seemed that something heavy in the grave mound dragged the other half of his body, preventing him from leaving so easily.

"I still don't believe I can't pull you out." Yang Jian used his hands hard, stepped back a few steps, and began to exhaust his whole body's strength.

His body is now half-human and half-ghost, and his strength is a bit surprising. In Dachang City, he took a strength test. With this inhuman and ghost body, his strength can reach the level, but it is only simple. He has not tried extreme strength.

Because I am afraid of breaking my body.

But when Yang Jian used great effort, he found something was wrong.

Feng Quan's body remained motionless, still buried in the grave. His neck was pulled and his bones and flesh were torn apart, but he still couldn't leave the grave.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian couldn't help but sink.

"It's really weird. My judgment was not wrong just now. This grave is very special. If I was buried, it would be impossible to crawl out of it. Moreover, I would not be able to pull Feng Quan out only by strength. Pull out one of his heads."

"I want his head to be useless. What I want is Feng Quan, the ghost rider who controls two ghosts, not a dead person."

Yang Jian looked at Feng Quan's painful and uncomfortable look. Although he was not dead, he was almost there.

Immediately, he no longer hesitated, and took the last bar of the ghost candle out of his pocket.

"Fortunately, that ghost's attack left me with a little ghost candle. This time it can be used to suppress the grave. It does not need a long world. It only takes a second. I can directly take Feng Quan from Pull out of it."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he hurriedly placed the only small piece of ghost candle in front of the grave and lit it.

"Huh~!"

As soon as the ghost candle was lit, the gloomy green ghost fire swelled instantly, as if a ball of fire exploded.

This is because there are ghosts around, the ghost candle has accelerated the burning speed. Although this burning speed is not as fast as when Xiong Wenwen was attacked before, it also burst out the last light.

The ghost candle burned out instantly, and the candlelight went out.

But it still gave a suppression time of less than two seconds.

The tight ghost rope in Yang Jian's hand immediately felt the pressure from Feng Quan's head, and the heavy burden disappeared in an instant.

"Bang~!"

Feng Quan flew out of the grave, snorted and fell heavily to the ground.

At this moment, the grave mound that had already formed seemed to have lost some strength and began to collapse instantly, turning into a pool of mud with the smell of corpses, without the weirdness before.

But in which pile of broken graves, Yang Jian saw a humanoid silhouette made of piles of mud.

The outline of this human figure has hands, feet, head and face, like a complete corpse, especially in the position of the head, the facial features formed by the mud are vivid, the mouth is open, the eyes are sunken, revealing three permeating holes, just like one. It's a ghost.

However, the ghost buried in the grave has not fully recovered yet.

After Yang Jian pulled Feng Quan out, grave soil continued to emerge from Feng Quan's body, hoping to form a new grave within a period of time.

If we don't stop it, the situation just now will happen very quickly.

However, Yang Jian would not watch this happen.

His ghost image had been prepared for a long time, and immediately invaded Feng Quan's body, helping him suppress Li ghost recovery.

With the intrusion of ghosts, Feng Quan's recovery situation improved.

But this is temporary.

Once Yang Jian recovers the headless ghost, Feng Quan will continue to recover from the ghost.

"Okay, now it's the next step."

Yang Jian looked at Feng Quan who was lying motionless on the ground. He was sure that the ghost had suppressed him, and he was completely safe now.

At this time, he took the blood-stained old newspaper and walked to his side and squatted down.

Although Feng Quan was suppressed at this moment, he was still conscious. He opened his eyes wide and couldn't tell whether he was angry or horrified and looked at Yang Jian.

"It's useless for you to look at me this way. You are now much more dangerous than you think. God knows how much memory the ghost has changed for you, but it doesn't matter. I will change it all for you. You will definitely be a good person in the future. "Yang Jian spread out the old newspaper in his hand, and then slowly covered Feng Quan's face.

As soon as the newspaper touched a human face, it was strangely pasted to the skin and flesh, as if it had already merged into one, shrinking and sticking quickly, and soon Feng Quan's facial features appeared on the top of the newspaper.

At this moment, Feng Quan felt like he was covered by a plastic bag. A strong sense of suffocation surged. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to breathe, but in exchange, a blood-stained newspaper was attached tighter.

Gradually, he was going to faint and lose consciousness.

"It doesn't seem like this is the first time..." I don't know why~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Feng Quan suddenly remembered that he had experienced this kind of thing before, but when and where he forgot .

"Did you succeed?"

Yang Jian watched this weird scene, quietly waiting for the results to appear.

The first time he tried to use this ghost newspaper to tamper with other people's memory, there were still many things he didn't understand, so he felt that the necessary experiments and attempts were necessary.

Waited for less than a minute.

He quickly saw that the newspaper posted on Feng Quan's face seemed to relax again, and it was not so tightly pasted.

At this time, Yang Jian thought it should be okay, so he reached out and tore the newspaper from Feng Quan's face.

At the same time, Feng Quan's entire face was torn off.

"Successful." Yang Jian's eyes condensed, and he saw the strange face with closed eyes on the ghost newspaper.

Feng Quan, who lost his face, also lost consciousness at the same time, and he was unconscious.

The body still maintained its previous state, and he did not suffocate to death because he did not breathe with his nose and mouth.

It's just a kind of incomprehensible supernatural, which cannot be judged by common sense.

"Next is to tamper with the memory."

At this time, Yang Jian saw several lines of crooked characters beside Feng Quan's face stuck in the newspaper.

This handwriting is by Zhao Lei.

"Forget about being attacked."

"Find the right opportunity and kill Yang Jian, he is your enemy"

"obey......"

The last line of words was not finished, it seemed to be cut off halfway through.

"Is it just tampering with a part of the memory? It seems that there was a problem when Feng Quan was attacked. The memory has not been changed too thoroughly." Yang Jian thought to himself.