But at this moment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It seemed that it was on time, and the pendulum clock rang.

Li Yang was startled and looked at the time on his phone.

Six thirty.

At the same time, another time period.

The doorway inside the ancient house.

Yang Jian took Feng Quan, Tong Qian and others out of the ghost realm.

I looked at the time.

"Six o'clock is here again, and sure enough, the pendulum clock rang again, but this time it didn't seem to restart, and time continued to move forward." Yang Jian stared at the old pocket watch in his hand.

The pointer above does not go backwards, but continues to move forward.

Six point and five seconds, six point and six seconds...

"The bell will ring once on the hour, but it doesn't restart every time. Is someone controlling it, or is it random?" Feng Quan frowned.

Yang Jian came to the hall again and tried to determine the position of the pendulum clock by following its bell.

However, the positioning failed.

The sound of the pendulum clock echoed in the ancient house. It was impossible to determine where it was. I could only vaguely judge that the pendulum clock was somewhere deep in the ancient house.

It's a bit difficult to deal with the pendulum clock like this.

But it’s right to think about it.

There are so many ghost masters in this ancient house who have not found the pendulum clock. It is definitely impossible to find it by yourself.

"Inform Li Yang to return to the team. It's past six o'clock. You can take action. Kill them again this time. I want to see if these people can survive again." Yang Jian said.

"What should I do with this ghost?" Tong Qian looked at the strange corpse that had been nailed at Yang Jian's feet.

Yang Jian said: "I didn't bring a container for detention. Feng Quan, do me a favor and bury this ghost."

Feng Quan nodded, walked over without saying a word, and got close to the nailed ghost.

His body gradually disintegrated, and large pieces of grave soil fell down.

After a while, an old tomb was piled up.

This old grave buried the evil ghost.

But Feng Quan moved at this moment and pulled away from the old grave.

Yang Jian pulled out the coffin nails.

The old grave was quiet and motionless, forming a kind of oppression.

Feng Quan's grave soil itself can suppress the evil ghosts, but the grave soil needs to be piled up to a certain amount and height, otherwise the evil ghosts will break out of the grave.

Feng Quan, who currently controls three ghosts, relies on the ghost skeletons to piece together his body. As long as he keeps one head outside and is not buried in the grave, he can ignore the cost of this resurrection.

"Do things first, and then deal with the ghost in this old grave after it's over."

Yang Jian took a glance and made sure there was nothing unusual before taking action.

"We still need to kill that white-haired guy first. We can't let him trick us, otherwise we will die." Xiong Wenwen reminded.

Yang Jian said: "Okay. Then kill him first."

As he said that, he walked over and came to where Liu Baimu was before.

The dark shadows under his feet gradually covered the surrounding area.

He held a cracked golden spear and used the characteristics of the hatchet to trigger the medium.

immediately.

The scene of Liu Baimu appeared before his eyes.

Say nothing.
Chapter completed!