Chapter nine hundred and seventy-eight balance and mortal(2/2)
He can be the last hope.
"It's not bad, and it's covered with a layer of dead skin. This thing is not so easy to damage. It has the maintenance of supernatural power, coupled with the gold material and special steel, it has strong resistance to physical power and supernatural power."
Yang Jian tested it and saw if this thing would affect the trigger of the hatchet medium.
Obviously, the result will not be.
His ghost can still invade in the place where there is no dead skin and then touch the hatchet to trigger the medium.
Such actions are relatively obscure, and it is estimated that no one will know the correct use of the hatchet after a long time.
"After adding a supernatural power that will trigger death, your own strength has also improved."
Yang Jian thought so.
I started to prepare for tomorrow to deal with the supernatural event code-named Black Umbrella.
You must bring your own supernatural weapon.
You should also bring a white ghost candle.
Yang Jian didn't plan to bring the black and red ghost dice with him. This thing is just gambling with ghosts. It is very dangerous and easy to kill himself. It is a double-edged sword. However, he can now cooperate with the necklace that deceives ghosts to resurrect the dead. It may play an unexpected role at critical moments, so he still brought it with him.
Yang Jian didn't plan to bring other things with him.
Some are not suitable, some are not useful.
For example, the red embroidered shoes and the very dangerous old doll that was used last time, Yang Jian felt that he shouldn't have brought them.
As for the undetectable ghost in the detention yesterday, he had not thought of any good use plan for the time being, so he could only put it aside for the time being and dig it out later.
"Let's just do it for the time being."
Yang Jian left the safe house. Although the things were ready, they were not carried with him. He would come to pick them up tomorrow.
But he just walked out of the safe house.
A weird child with blue-black skin, scarlet eyes, and a shrouded child was standing there staring at him with his head tilted.
"Ghost Boy?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he looked behind the ghost Boy.
Wang Shanshan, wearing a dress, with a gentle body, white skin, and expressionless face, standing there looking at herself.
"Wang Shanshan, is there anything wrong?" Yang Jian said in surprise.
Chapter completed!