Because ghosts don't throw human heads out on purpose.

"From Liu Baimu's head, he shouldn't die after being cut by me, and he should have died later. So, there are indeed other people in the ancient house,"

Yang Jian looked at the figure wandering behind the broken window on the third floor of the ancient house.

He couldn't see clearly because the supernatural power in the ancient house interfered with his ghost eyes and could not peek at the scene inside.

Otherwise, he would have figured out everything in the ancient house, and would not have felt afraid and left first.

"What is that?" Feng Quan also noticed the shadow.

"Ghost?" Tong Qian guessed.

"No, it's humans, and real ghosts won't keep staring at me like this." Yang Jian said: "But I can feel that it is a very dangerous existence."

The man wandering on the third floor was peering at Yang Jian on the street outside.

The supernatural power that influenced the ancient house seemed unable to affect him.

"Is that Yang Jian? He is indeed a good junior. He has a lot of ideas. He fuses hatchets and coffin nails together to form his own supernatural weapon. In this way, the rules of two supernatural items are complicated, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand how to use them even if they hold them. Moreover, if he can get these two supernatural items, it is indeed considered young and promising."

The mysterious man smiled meaningfully: "It's just a pity. It's not good to grow like anyone else after this, but he has to be like the person I hate the most."

"No hurry, the countdown has begun. I will go to him to inquire about something soon."

Behind him, there were crisp ticking sounds, and the sound was heard by the clock.

However, this kind of time is obviously adjusted quickly, and time is walking very quickly.

Behind this man, Zhang Qing and Wan Tong were frightened and did not dare to breathe.

Because just now, Liu Baimu was crushed and threw it out.

In this person's words, Liu Baimu only had one head left and could not control the evil ghost, and it was useless after being resurrected.

So Liu Baimu died.

Because there is no value of resurrection.

"I need two errands. Do what you should do. I can make you survive and live well." The dangerous middle-aged man turned around and smiled.

It's not scary, but it makes people feel cold.

This guy is definitely a murderer from the last era. He just accidentally got trapped in the dungeon of the Wang family’s ancient house for some reason, and he has been trapped for many years.

"You'd better not do anything randomly. The situation is different from what you knew before. The headquarters is still there and the captain is still there. If things get bigger, it will be very dangerous. And you should also have relatives and descendants, so you have to think about them." Zhang Qing said with a tough bullet.

"You can't understand what I want to do. Right or wrong is not important. What matters is the result. And I do want to meet some old friends again, if they are still alive."

"Also, my name is Chen Qiaoyang. There is no code name you mentioned, only a nickname that was often called by others. I remember it was called... Mu Guiren."

"Muguiren, Chen Qiaoyang."

"You can call me Mu Guiren or Chen Qiaoyang. I don't mind, don't remember it wrong."

This dangerous middle-aged man, with a bit of memories and emotion, said his name and a nickname.

This belongs to a forgotten name and nickname that no one remembers or knows.

Just like Yang Jian's father, no one will remember the name of a person who died in the supernatural world.

"Muguiren, Chen Qiaoyang?"

Zhang Qing and Wan Tong recited silently in their hearts, remembering the name, and preparing to look back for friends in the circle to check.

Now is the information age. You can find all the background information of this person with a name, and you can find some previous supernatural files with a code name.

During a conversation.

Yang Jian on the street had already retracted his gaze. He left here with his team and disappeared directly.

And the man named Chen Qiaoyang also turned around and returned to the ancient house.

In the ancient house.

There were a few strange figures wandering and wandering.

It seemed to be coming for him.

"The second generation of the Wang family, born and died together, is interesting. Unfortunately, your third generation is too timid. If it were the old ghosts of your Wang family, I wouldn't have any choice."
Chapter completed!