When he was about to enter the woods, the ghost in front suddenly stopped.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, but he did not stop because of this.

Just a one-on-one challenge.

He had no reason to shrink back or fear.

So Yang Jian is still running forward.

At this moment, the distance was quickly closing, and the weird feeling of being unable to catch up before did not happen again.

"You can take action." Yang Jian observed the situation around him.

There are no sudden extra things to disturb. This is a good opportunity for one-on-one fighting, and at the same time, there is a guarantee of victory.

However, when he got closer, the man standing in front suddenly turned around and faced Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, who was already ready to take action, was suddenly stunned at this moment, and his footsteps suddenly stopped. He didn't know whether it was horror or surprise on his face.

The ghost in front of me actually had a very familiar face.

This face is somewhat similar to Yang Jian, but what is even more similar is the portrait that belonged to his father in the old house... No, maybe it shouldn't be said to be a resemblance, it should be said to be the one on the portrait.

Face.

"Are you kidding?" Yang Jian's eyes suddenly shrank when he realized this.

Could it be that my dead father is a ghost?
Chapter completed!