Mysterious resurgence

"Dong, dong dong."

At this moment.

In an apartment building in Kobe City, in a dark and unlit first-floor corridor, a suppressed and dull knock on the door rang out. The sound had no echo and was extremely strange. It seemed to hit the person's heart every time, making people feel uncomfortable. One can hardly breathe.

The person who knocked on the door in the darkness was an old man wearing a retro gown. This old man had been dead for a long time. His skin was thin and covered with corpse spots. His eyes were hollow and numb, without any emotion.

"Dong, dong dong"

The knocking on the door continued. The door of the rental house in front of him had been opened, but the old man did not go in and was still knocking on the door.

"ah!"

A scream came from inside, but then the scream stopped suddenly. Then something fell heavily to the ground, which was extremely dull. In the end, everything returned to calm.

The scary old man wearing a long gown mechanically lowered his arms at this moment. He turned around and continued walking forward. The buildings in the places he passed were aging, the walls were peeling off, and they were mottled and blackened. It looked like it had been ravaged by years, and there was an incredible feeling. Feel.

And with the knock on the door, the old man left.

In the rental house just now, two corpses fell to the ground. The corpses were a man and a woman. They all looked like they were dead with their eyes wide open. There were no wounds on their bodies, and all their body functions were very healthy. But There are just no vital signs. This is a strange phenomenon that cannot be explained by medicine.

Knocking on doors and killing people is so bizarre and weird.

The old man who left continued to move forward. He was still lingering in the building, and there was obviously another target being targeted.

The old man's movements were not very fast. He walked stiffly and slowly step by step, wandering around every corner of the building. Despite this, the old man quickly found his target and came to a rental room on the upper floor. .

The door was closed and there was no movement inside. It seemed to be an empty rental house.

But there were people inside.

It is the survivor who is still here. He is a man in his forties. He is hiding in bed with his head covered, his face full of fear. The mobile phone next to him has already been shut down because it has no power.

It's impossible to ask for help. The only way is to stay here and try to survive.

But this man knew very well what was happening in this city. The dead streets, the dead heads floating in the sky, all told him that the terrifying ghost was covering all the places he knew, and there was no escape. The hope of getting out of here is that I can only hide here and pray that I won't be targeted by the evil ghost.

But this man felt that he would no longer be lucky.

Because he received a phone call not long ago. No one spoke on the other side of the phone, only a knock on the door.

But the phone has obviously been shut down.

The man hiding under the quilt looked at the cell phone in horror, still recalling the weird ding-dong-dong sound in his mind.

"Boom, boom!"

Sudden.

The silence was broken. There was a knock on the door outside his rental house. The rhythm and frequency of the sound were exactly the same as those on the phone before. There was no difference. It was just that the real sound was duller and weirder. Just listening to it makes people feel like their heart has been pinched and they can't breathe.

"No, it can't be. Who is knocking on my door? Is it a neighbor? Or is that thing coming?"

The man's head froze and fear surged through his body, but the knocking on the door continued.

"Dong, dong dong."

The voice echoed in the room, but it was too late. The man was still thinking just now, but his breath suddenly stopped at this time, and he fell directly to the ground, and then remained motionless, letting his body gradually become cold.

The ghost knocking on the door is still going on.

However, the scary old man suddenly stopped after knocking on the door.

It was like a stiff corpse standing there, not breathing or shaking.

Soon, the old man moved again. Instead of continuing deeper into the building, he was walking back and starting to leave along the way he came just now.

Because something is attracting it, it has to give up its next goal and choose to go to a specific location.

The effect of the ghost candle appeared, and it attracted the knocking ghost.

But before the knocker arrived, the real terror had quietly arrived.

Above the gray sky, the dead heads floating with their eyes closed began to involuntarily gather in one direction of the city, as if a gust of wind was blowing these heads, causing them to change their positions, or maybe Something also attracted these horrific heads.

soon.

More and more weird things are happening around the ghost boy standing at the crossroads with a white candle. Some of them are understandable, and some of them are existences that Yang Jian himself cannot understand.

He was watching everything around him like a bystander.

A cold female corpse numbly approached Yang Jian, but it was not a ghost, but a ghost slave. Yang Jian glanced at it with his ghost eyes, and the headless ghost behind him shook and directly invaded the corpse.

Soon, the corpse lost all movement and fell to the ground with a thud.

The ghost slaves are too weak and can be solved by ghost shadows alone. The only thing Yang Jian is afraid of is the real ghosts staying here.

For example, there are more and more heads overhead.

"boom!"

A dead head fell from the sky, hit the road, and broke into pieces. The smell of corpses filled the ground.

This is a human head that has reached its limit and can no longer support itself in the mid-air.

Yang Jian was indifferent. His ghostly eyes peered at the heads one by one, as if he found something special on these different heads, because he has not yet determined what the ghost is that originated from the head balloon. He only knows that this ghost is It has something to do with Caesars Hotel.

If you think about it carefully now, the ghosts who caused this supernatural incident in the city under Tong Qian's jurisdiction were most likely the ghosts who escaped from those mysterious rooms.

The floating heads and the gathering of nearby ghost slaves are enough to prove how terrifying this city is. Under the attraction of this ghost candle, many potential dangers will be exposed.

Fortunately, the one who bears the price is the ghost boy, otherwise whoever holds the ghost candle will die.

"The number is a bit too much. Hasn't the knocker shown up yet?" Yang Jian frowned.

Several corpses had fallen down near him. These were all ghost slaves he had killed, but the source of the ghosts was still dormant and had not been revealed.

"We have to continue to let the ghost candle burn. I hope nothing happens." Yang Jian felt a little uneasy. According to his plan, he would quickly attract the ghost knocker and then blow out the ghost candle.

Now it seems that the perceived position of the beautiful island is a bit biased. The ghost is indeed nearby, but it is not the closest.

soon.

The ghost slave has come to the ghost boy, and the pale palms are reaching out to the ghost boy, as if to attack it and kill it.

The shroud on the ghost boy was floating, as if he was alive, resisting the attacks of the ghost slaves. Although it looked like the ghost slaves were about to be buried alive by the corpses, Yang Jian knew that the ghost boy was fine.

Instead, with the contact with the ghost boy, the wet corpse water was stained, and the corpses that had been dead for a long time began to rot rapidly, and then lost the support of supernatural powers and fell to the ground.

"Mr. Yang, something is very wrong. If this continues, we will all die. That candle should be blown out."

Nagasawa shouted in horror at this moment. Even if he didn't notice it at first, he could now see terrifying figures coming out of the darkness, and then kept approaching.

Mijima's face turned pale with fright. Her surroundings were surrounded by dense ghosts. There was no place to go. The only safe place was around Yang Jian.

Just like Keiko who closed her eyes and trembled slightly, although she was scared, she was always safe.

Before they were targeted by real ghosts, their lives could be protected for the time being. Yang Jian did not choose to abandon them directly. Although they were indeed useless at this time, they could still help to some extent, so a little care was still needed. some.

"It's not time yet." Yang Jian coldly rejected Nagasawa's proposal.