Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

The ghost rider who was not assigned mourning clothes was unwilling and angry.

He did not want to accept this desperate result.

Because without mourning clothes, he could not survive the mourning day safely.

He thought about taking mourning clothes from other people.

But whether it was Ding Hui, Li Yang, or Fan Xing, or even Daqiang, they were not what this ghost rider could fight.

At least he was not sure that he could take mourning clothes from these people.

Finally, this ghost rider suddenly looked at Yang Xiaohua.

"Although Yang Xiaohua did not have mourning clothes, Yang Jian arranged a piece of yellow paper. According to Zhou Deng's previous description, as long as she put on the yellow paper, she could avoid the attack of the evil ghost.

Maybe this is my last chance of survival."

The strange ghost rider suddenly understood in his heart, and then looked at Yang Xiaohua with fiery eyes.

"Why are you looking at me? I don't have mourning clothes on me."

Because Zhou Deng and Yang Xiaohua were standing together, Zhou Deng thought that the ghost rider was looking at him, and asked in confusion.

The ghost rider didn't say anything, but couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

"He's not looking at you, he's looking at Yang Xiaohua." Yang Jian suddenly said at this time.

Zhou Deng was stunned at first, then said indifferently:

"So that's the case, then it's okay, you continue."

He didn't care about it and hurried away.

At this time, Zhou Deng had pasted a piece of incomplete yellow paper on Yang Xiaohua's face.

Although this piece of yellow paper was a little incomplete, it just covered Yang Xiaohua's facial features.

Like a piece of human skin, it stuck to her skin tightly, imprinting the outline of a facial feature.

And just as Zhou Deng said before, when the yellow paper was pasted, Yang Xiaohua suddenly fell into a state of suspended death.

If you don't know the real situation, you might really treat Yang Xiaohua as a cold corpse at this time.

After pasting the yellow paper, Yang Xiaohua, who was originally just an ordinary person, suddenly had supernatural power in her body.

The red balloon wrapped around her arm immediately played the role it should have.

The next second.

The red balloon slowly floated up from the ground with Yang Xiaohua's sleeping body.

Because the roof of the ancient house is sealed.

The balloon was soon blocked by the roof and had no way to fly out.

Therefore, when Yang Xiaohua's body floated to a certain height, it had to stop.

The strange ghost rider was looking at Yang Xiaohua, who had already floated up, with fiery eyes.

But just when he was about to take action, Yang Jian said seriously:

"If you want to take advantage of Yang Xiaohua, then I suggest you give up. She is the only ordinary person here, and she is still useful to me now."

Hearing this, the ghost rider immediately wanted to curse.

Li Yang can't move, Ding Hui can't move, Fan Xing can't move, Daqiang can't move.

Now there is finally someone who is sure to kill, but it turns out to be someone protected by Yang Jian.

This is simply not giving him a way to live.

At this time, the ghost rider even doubted whether Yang Jian was going against him.

In order to force himself to death.

In fact, the ghost rider thought too much.

Yang Jian did not lie about Yang Xiaohua.

After previous experiments, Yang Jian determined that only ordinary people could touch the red balloon. Once someone with supernatural powers touched it, they would be like Yang Xiaohua now.

The body was carried up by the red balloon;

In addition, even the ghost in the body would be suppressed and unable to move.

Zhou Deng used a piece of yellow paper to make Yang Xiaohua fall into a state of suspended death. This was the means Yang Jian prepared for Yang Xiaohua to spend the next mourning day.

However.

Using yellow paper is not 100% safe after all.

After today, no one knows whether Yang Xiaohua can survive after tearing off the yellow paper on her face.

Maybe she will never wake up again and die like this.

Maybe there is still a chance to wake up.

Although Zhou Deng used the yellow paper before, he could still survive after tearing off the yellow paper.

But Zhou Deng himself is a ghost rider, which is fundamentally different from Yang Xiaohua.

Yang Jian knows this, so he can only try to see if Yang Xiaohua can really survive.

At this time, the strange ghost rider still doesn't want to give up.

He looked at Yang Jian and said:

"Since you don't let me touch Yang Xiaohua, and there are no more mourning clothes, then just give me a piece of yellow paper."

Obviously, Yang Xiaohua's change gave him an opportunity.

At this time, he was looking at Yang Jian with expectation.

But Yang Jian looked at the strange ghost rider with a weird look at this time, and said something that almost made him collapse:

"I do have a piece of yellow paper in my hand, but why should I give it to you?"

Although Yang Jian said that he would not specifically target this ghost rider, he was not so saintly as to give the things in his hand to people who had a grudge against him.

After hearing his words, a trace of sinister color flashed in the eyes of the strange ghost rider.

But before the ghost rider could speak, Yang Jian continued:

"I didn't ask you to come to the ancient house. We contributed the most in the past few days. You are at most helping out. You have no right to ask me for anything.

And I have given you the opportunity. As long as you can snatch the mourning clothes from others, they are yours. You are afraid of death and dare not do it yourself. Who can you blame?"

The ghost rider, who had a rather ugly look, now had a darker face.

A hint of madness flashed in his eyes from time to time.

It was obvious that under the pressure of death, the ghost rider had already planned to give it a try.

But just when he was about to make a move, Li Yue suddenly said:

"I didn't know how to cherish the time I gave you before. Now it's too late to make a move."

It has been a while since the door was pushed open by the evil ghost.

Even if those evil ghosts were all crippled, they should have walked to the lobby at this time.

This strange ghost rider didn't seize the opportunity, and now he wanted to fight desperately, but it was too late.

Hearing Li Yue's words, everyone was a little confused.

I don't know what Li Yue means.

But soon, everyone reacted.

Especially when they looked at the strange ghost rider, their eyes and expressions also changed significantly.

Although the strange ghost rider didn't know what happened, he felt that something was wrong from the reactions of the crowd.

Just when he was about to speak,

The old eagle who had been silent all this time suddenly waved his hand and said:

"You'd better not move."

The ghost rider's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes shrank.

At the same time, even the hair on his body stood up involuntarily.

Because he suddenly felt something moving around his neck.

The ghost rider himself couldn't see it, but others could clearly see that what appeared on the ghost rider's neck was a pair of small, even unformed hands.

The arms were covered with mud and looked dirty.

The next second.

A baby's head with its eyes not yet opened popped out from behind the strange ghost rider, twisting its neck as if searching for people around.