"How could this happen?" The woman was stunned for a moment.

This supernatural object is so blunt? Can't it even cut through human skin?

"That's not how a knife is used. If you don't have a trigger medium, it's just scrap metal."

Yang Jian's voice was cold, he held the spear and pulled hard.

A powerful force made the woman almost unable to hold on to the weapon in her hand, so she let go immediately, and due to the inertia of her body, she staggered towards Yang Jian.

"Liu Yue, be careful and stay away from him."

Another person nearby rushed over, hugged the woman named Liu Yue, and then backed away crazily.

"What a pity, I've obviously already obtained Yang Jian's supernatural weapon." Liu Yue gritted her teeth in regret.

She shouldn't bet that she could kill Yang Jian in one move.

If he could get the supernatural item and immediately retreat, and then find a way to use this supernatural weapon to carry out the next attack, then this Yang Jian would definitely die here.

But now, the best opportunity is gone.

"How naive. The opportunity you thought was just the opportunity I gave you." Yang Jian's tone was indifferent, and the black shadows under his feet covered his surroundings.

"I never felt that you were a threat from the beginning to the end, and my supernatural weapons cannot be used just by holding them in my hands."

Media trigger.

Yang Jian held the spear and moved forward a little, lightly, without even touching anyone in front of him.

But the next moment.

The woman named Liu Yue froze instantly, and there was a blood-red crack between her eyebrows. This crack went deep into her head and penetrated the back of her head.

"Plop!"

She immediately looked stunned and fell to the ground with dull eyes.

No breath at all.

There was only a pool of scarlet blood dripping continuously from the center of his eyebrows.

Yang Jian touched his split forehead. The wound was slowly healing under the influence of the ghost.

"You came to rescue her. It seems that we have a good relationship with her. In that case, let's send you on your way together."

The spear was raised to his feet, and the part that belonged to the coffin nail pierced the devil holding his feet.

Formed by suppression.

The ghost fell into a deep sleep, and Yang Jian resumed action again.

The man who rescued Liu Yue was in panic at the moment and no longer had the courage to fight.

How long has it been since then?

Yang Jian killed Liu Baimu, Liu Yue, and Zhang Qing in a wheelchair. Counting the unlucky guy who was trampled to death, there were four of them.

Fang Tong, codenamed Guichuangren, is not dead yet, but he will be soon.

At this moment, the man named Fang Tong had been caught by Feng Quan and was being buried bit by bit in an unexpected old grave.

Unable to struggle, only one head was outside, showing a pair of frightened eyes.

And aside from here, other people are also engaged in their own supernatural confrontations.

"Xu Ming, Xu Ming."

A man named Xu Ming was sweating all over his body at the moment. He was stared at by a strange child wearing a shroud.

That child was like the ghost baby in the starving ghost incident in Dachang City.

As soon as he started, he saw with his own eyes that the child opened his mouth to call someone's name, and a person named Liu Yu turned his head. Then the person died, and the body is still lying there motionless.

Now, this ghost kid is calling his name again.

"Xu Ming, Xu Ming?"

The ghost boy stood in front of Xu Ming, raised his head, looked at him blankly, and kept repeating his name.

The strange thing is that the person speaking is obviously in front of me, but the voice comes from behind.

Xu Ming tried to use his own supernatural powers to fight against this ghost child.

But it's disappointing that it's useless.

The shroud worn by the dead seemed to resist supernatural attacks, leaving him powerless.

"That's right, it can't be wrong. This must be Liao Fan's ghost calling people. The ghosts calling people can't turn back, otherwise they will die."

Xu Ming recalled at this moment that the strange power of this ghost child was the same as Liao Fan's ghost calling people.

Considering that Liao Fan had died in the hands of Yang Jian, it is not difficult to guess.

Ghosts and people are controlled by this little thing.

"Why is this happening? Liao Fan only used his abilities a few times to yell at people, but this kid stared at me and kept yelling."

Xu Ming found that the more the ghost boy called his name, the more he couldn't help but look back.

Couldn't this thing be revived?

"escape."

Unable to resist, Xu Ming gritted his teeth and turned around, preparing to escape into the depths of the ancient house.

Only in this way can he make a turn for the better.

When he moved, the ghost boy also moved. No matter how fast he ran, the ghost boy always followed him and called his name from behind.

at last.

Xu Ming couldn't resist this supernatural power and couldn't help but look back.

"No, not good."

He realized something was wrong and wanted to stop his uncontrolled behavior.

But it was already too late. This glance back triggered his fatal murder pattern.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xu Ming fell directly to the ground.

The ghost boy stood next to his body, tilting his head slightly and looking at him: "Xu Ming. Xu Ming."

It's still shouting.

He even squatted down and pushed Xu Ming's body with his small hands.

But Xu Ming was already dead, and his body showed no reaction.

After squatting for a while, the ghost boy stood up again: "Qin Zhifeng, Qin Zhifeng..."

It walked barefoot, called another person's name, and then ran all the way over.

"Woo!"

At the same time, Tong Qian's face was crying, and her cries echoed in the quiet old house, and then formed an echo and returned again.

The echo in the ancient house seemed to be surprisingly fast.

In just a moment, the echo has been superimposed three times.

"Quickly kill this grimace Tong Qian, we can't let him continue to cry, the echo is superimposed with this supernatural power..." Someone reminded others in horror while crying.

But before he finished speaking, he froze in place with a sad expression.

At this moment, a supernatural phenomenon appeared next to Tong Qian.

A reflection appeared on the ground.

It was a terrifying ghost figure. The ghost figure on the ground was entangled with Tong Qian's reflection, and was tearing apart Tong Qian in the reflection.

soon.

Tong Qian's face changed suddenly, and he felt the pain of tearing in his skin, cracking, and bleeding.

The most disturbing thing is that his cries cannot interfere with the ghost on the ground killing his own reflection.

"Let the shadow disappear to avoid being attacked by ghosts." Xiong Wenwen reminded loudly at this moment.

This sentence is equivalent to telling the murderous rules of the devil.

"let me help you."

Huang Ziya had already come to Tong Qian's side at this moment, and her long, thick, dark hair hung down and draped over Tong Qian's body, covering his body and blocking the reflection at his feet.

The evil ghost figure that appeared on the ground hovered next to Tong Qian, who was covered with thick black hair. It wanted to attack, but it had to peel off the hair bit by bit.

Huang Ziya immediately felt the hair on her back being pulled apart bit by bit.

But she also controlled another ghost.

next moment.

A vague ghost figure stood behind her, stretching out his thin and slender arms to hug Huang Ziya and Tong Qian.
To be continued...