Dead, dead?

Everyone in the ancient house opened their eyes wide and looked at the lifeless corpse nailed to the wall with a spear on the third floor, with a look of incredible shock on their faces.

"Liu Baimu was killed? Isn't this a joke?"

"How many seconds can such a person stand in front of Yang Jian?"

"The nails in the coffin are the nails that nailed Liu Baimu. This Yang Jian just threw the nails out. How dare he."

This white-haired young man seems to be named Liu Baimu, and he has a relatively high status among this group of people, but his loss made everyone in the ancient house panic for a moment. It seemed that no one expected such a start.

The collision of supernatural beings is not about which side has more people, but it depends on who can fully unleash the power of the supernatural without dying from the resurrection of the evil ghost.

Therefore, killing a top ghost master first can already affect the entire situation.

Yang Jian didn't even look at Liu Baimu after nailing him to death. He knew that this guy was dead. After all, there was no possibility of turning around after being nailed to the coffin. Even he couldn't stop this attack.

He kept walking and walked straight towards the person in front of him.

"Kill Yang Jian quickly, otherwise all of us will die." The brief panic did not make them lose their ability to resist.

Various supernatural phenomena appeared around Yang Jian.

While running, Yang Jian felt something pulling on his body behind him. The breath was cold and terrifying, like a ghost lingering around his body.

But his expression remained as usual, and a black shadow shrouded his feet, and he forcibly broke free from the shackles of some kind of evil spirit.

"Are you kidding me?"

In front of him, a man in his thirties opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Jian as if he had seen a ghost.

He even wondered whether the supernatural power had interfered with Yang Jian, but it had no effect at all.

You know, even a real ghost can delay it for a while.

"Not good." The man panicked and turned around to escape.

But the next moment, he felt that his body was rapidly losing consciousness. He stumbled and fell directly to the ground. A cold black shadow was eroding his body, depriving him of control of his body.

"Help, help..."

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he shouted for help.

But the next moment, he saw Yang Jian raising his feet and falling down.

boom!

His whole body was shaken, and there was a sharp pain in his head. Then his consciousness fell into a coma and he could never wake up again.

"You dare to participate in this fight after controlling a ghost. Do you really think that you don't die quickly enough?" Yang Jian snorted coldly and walked straight to the next person without stopping.

"Damn it, are you coming at me?" A man in a wheelchair was so frightened that his face changed and he wanted to leave in a hurry.

But it was already too late.

Yang Jian grabbed his neck with a blackened palm and lifted him up from the wheelchair, with a red light flashing in his dark eyes.

As soon as the ghost hand's suppression was completed, half of the man's body fell off directly from his body.

That half of the body seemed to be spliced ​​to his body. It did not belong to a living person, but seemed to have been cut from a corpse.

"Crack!"

Without giving him any chance, his neck was cut off abruptly, and then he planned to kill the third ghost controller.

But at this time, Yang Jian stopped.

He lowered his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and immediately saw that his feet were being held by a corpse with disheveled hair and a rotting body.

He tried to struggle, but was unable to move. His feet were frozen as if they had taken root, and as the incident passed, the feeling of losing control continued to spread.

"Yang Jian, don't be too self-righteous."

A woman in her early twenties, wearing a thick down jacket, stared at him: "No matter how powerful you are, you are just one person, so you don't take us seriously?"

"You are very good."

Yang Jian turned to look at her, the red light in his eyes becoming more and more obvious.

"No need for you to praise me." The woman said coldly.

Yang Jian said: "You misunderstood. I wasn't praising you. I said you were very good. It's just a little troublesome to kill you. It doesn't mean I can't kill you."

After speaking, he raised his hand.

now.

The golden spear that nailed Liu Baimu to death on the third floor was pulled out by a black ghost hand, and then fell from the building.

The woman looked up and suddenly became horrified: "Quickly, kill Yang Jian quickly, Fang Tong, what are you doing?"

"coming."

A relatively short but very strong man gritted his teeth and came straight towards me. Although he was frightened, he did not flinch.

This man's name is Fang Tong, and his codename is Guichuangren.

Although he only controlled a ghost, this was a fatal killing pattern.

As long as one is hit by him, the living person will definitely die.

This kind of supernatural power comes from Liao Fan's ghost taxi, because he used to be the owner of an auto repair shop. After coming into contact with the ghost taxi, he was infected by some kind of supernatural power. He was destined to die, but he survived.

The Curse of the Pendulum Clock.

In other words, he is the driver of the ghost taxi.

But the next moment.

A man with a dead face stood in front of Yang Jian.

"Do you really think we don't exist?"

Feng Quan grinned, his voice was as low as a dead person buried in a grave.

boom!

The next moment, he was knocked out by Fang Tong.

He rolled on the ground several times, but then stood up like a normal person.

Mud was scattered all over the ground, and a large piece of the chest was dented. There was no living body inside, only white bones, and the internal organs and muscles were all made of wet soil.

.

"not dead?"

The man named Fang Tong stared at Feng Quan in disbelief.

"I control three ghosts, why can you kill me in one go?"

Feng Quan's face looked a little ferocious. He felt a kind of dizziness and severe pain. This pain did not come from the body, but seemed to torture his consciousness.

It's as if this guy can knock a living person's consciousness out of their body, just like that ghost taxi.

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If it were anyone else in the team, they would have died in this collision.

Yang Jian glanced at Feng Quan, and at this moment the cracked spear had fallen.

"Stop."

The woman ran over and tried to grab the thing.

Once this supernatural weapon falls into Yang Jian's hands, there is really no chance at all.

"Is there any chance?"

This woman was worried, and in her eyes was only the spear that kept falling in mid-air.

If I can take it away, I might be able to kill Ghost Eye Yang Jian here.

This is an opportunity.

In the desperate situation of life and death, this woman burst out with unimaginable decisiveness and courage. At this moment, she had already thought about weighing her life and death and that of Yang Jian on the scale to see who was better.

"Caught."

next moment.

The fallen spear was grabbed by this woman first. She grabbed the spear and had a dreamlike feeling for a moment.

"good."

Yang Jian couldn't move, he was restricted, and he watched calmly as the spear was taken away.

"Go to hell."

The woman yelled at the top of her lungs, and she brandished this strange weapon and struck Yang Jian on the head.

But the next moment, something unexpected happened.

The terrifying hatchet that could dismember evil ghosts was easily held by Yang Jian with one hand before it landed on him.
To be continued...