Guanjiang Community, a high-rise resident.

This is the new home of Wang Bin and Wang Haiyan. Before the despair comes, the family of three gathers together to keep warm, comfort each other, and give confidence.

However at this time.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Shanshan, who was pale-faced, suddenly closed her eyes and fell to the ground weakly.

"Daughter, what's wrong with you?" Wang Haiyan was frightened and hurriedly helped Wang Shanshan up from the ground.

But when Wang Shanshan's body was touched, Wang Haiyan was shocked.

The body, which was originally lower than the temperature of ordinary people, was cold at this time and could not feel any temperature at all. She quickly touched her daughter's chest.

"Ah~!"

Unable to help screaming, Wang Haiyan suddenly withdrew her palm.

My daughter's heartbeat stopped and she was dead.

"Honey, come here quickly, something happened to my daughter..." Wang Haiyan called Wang Bin.

"Don't shout so loudly. Can you attract that thing?" Wang Bin was so scared that he ran out of the kitchen, almost covering his wife's mouth.

Although they did not enter the safe house, they also knew how the ghosts outside killed people.

However, when Wang Bin learned about what happened just now, he was also stunned.

My daughter died?

"Yang Jian, yes, ask Yang Jian." Wang Bin subconsciously rang Yang Jian.

He must have known about his daughter's situation.

But when Wang Bin was about to make the call, he was stunned again because he suddenly remembered what his daughter said before: If Yang Jian died, he would die.

Could it be... Yang Jian is dead?

Yang Jian was not just dead, but his body was cold at this time. At this moment, his face was peaceful, his hands and feet were hanging weakly, and the shoes on his feet had fallen down. His whole body was hung in the air by an old straw rope, motionless.

The corpse has been in this position for a long time.

If nothing unexpected happens, his body will hang here, rotting, maggots, and in the end only a skeleton is left.

He hanged himself for about four hours.

"Tick, Tick~!"

The black water droplets like thick ink dripping from his feet gradually became more and more frequent. The camera occasionally caught, but it just flashed by and couldn't see clearly what it was?

"Just...there was water dripping on his feet? Has the internal organs started to rot and corpse water appeared?"

Wang Xiaoming, who noticed this detail, was still confused.

It is logical that rotting is not so fast.

However, Wang Xiaoming then saw some supernatural things happening to Yang Jian’s corpse.

His body is shaking ~!

One by one, one after another, slowly began to shake.

As the heavy corpse swayed, the ceiling on the top of the room also creaked.

If others saw this scene, they would probably be scared to death.

The body that had been dead for several hours was actually shaking in the air.

"In this case...will Yang Jian survive again? No, no, it's not Yang Jian's body moving by itself, but the rope moving." Wang Xiaoming's eyes shrank, and he began to realize why Yang Jian committed suicide in this special way.

He must have mastered some kind of evil rule and wanted to use this rule.

As for what kind of results will be produced in the end, Wang Xiaoming is not clear.

"I haven't lost, Yang Jian hasn't lost yet." A glimmer of hope surged in his heart again.

In the video, Yang Jian's body swayed slightly in the air. At first, the amplitude was very small, but at the back, the shaking range began to gradually grow larger.

Moreover, there was more and more black liquid dripping from Yang Jian's body.

The black liquid drips on the ground not turning into a pool of stagnant water, but squirming on the ground like a living thing, and then gradually spreading out from the direction of the dripping ground.

The ground began to be covered in darkness.

"Damn it, the phone is almost out of power." Wang Xiaoming stared at these changes. At this time, he found that the battery of the phone was almost running out.

He wanted to charge, but he didn't do this because his cell phone was running out of power, and the cell phone on Yang Jian would turn off due to exhaustion. Once the cell phone was turned off, the video would be disconnected.

"I can still hold on for about twenty minutes." He made an estimate in his mind.

But at some critical moment, I don’t know if the power in twenty minutes is enough.

In the dim room.

Under the chandelier, Yang Jian's body continued to shake in the air, as if an invisible wind was blowing.

However, the doors and windows of the room were closed, and it was impossible for the wind to blow.

At this moment, the magnitude of Yang Jian's body shaking in the air seemed to reach a limit.

During this shaking, the corpse's feet touched the ghost mirror in front of them.

One touch.

The corpse's feet were now absorbed on the mirror and could not be removed.

Because of being adsorbed, the sway stopped.

At this moment, Yang Jian's body was in a way that violated common sense and hung obliquely in the air.

The straw rope on his neck was tight and tightly pulled his neck, as if to prevent the corpse from being sucked into the ghost mirror.

At the same time, Yang Jian, whose face was peaceful, suddenly began to tremble, and black liquid was gurgling on the body.

"It turns out to be like this?"

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoming began to realize something at this moment, and stood up in shock. Everyone in the safe room looked at him curiously.

Ignoring the eyes of others, Wang Xiaoming was extremely shocked at this moment. Although he was not sure, he understood Yang Jian’s real purpose.

If you guessed correctly, Yang Jian wanted to use the characteristics of several ghosts to artificially create a contradiction and conflict, so that ghosts can collide with each other.

"But it's impossible. There is still a lack of a condition. Even if he can use perfection to create conflicts between ghosts, he is still dead..."

As soon as he said this, Wang Xiaoming paused suddenly, then looked at Zhang Wei tightly.

What if the dead can be resurrected?

It was at this time.

The ghost rope on Yang Jian's neck had begun to gradually be soaked in black liquid, and began to dye a layer of black.

The thing was actually not a liquid, but part of the ghost. It was just rich and a little scary, and looked like ink.

"Click~!"

Accompanied by a slight sound.

The ghost rope that hanged Yang Jian suddenly lost its power after being covered by the black shadow and hanged directly from the air.

After stimulating the ghost shadow to recover, the ghost rope finally retreated.

It cannot suppress the ghosts that have their bodies, and it is still in a state after revival.

Not only that, it is also controlled by the headless ghost.

But the task of the ghost rope has been completed.

Just the moment the ghost rope hangs down from the top of the head.

Yang Jian's body suddenly stood up in the air, and finally hit the ghost mirror in front of him with a bang.

No, it wasn't just hitting it, but was sucked by the ghost mirror.

Now it is the critical moment, creating a logical dead loop between ghost shadows and ghost mirrors.

Let the two ghosts die together.

Once successful.

Yang Jian will be resurrected from death.

But at this time, the phone's battery runs out and it will automatically shut down.

Wang Xiaoming only saw Yang Jian's body being sucked in front of the mirror and disconnected.
Chapter completed!