The first three days of the ancient house have passed.

It's the fourth day now.

This day is called: Condolence Day.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the situation of the ancient house immediately took a sharp turn for the worse. A gust of cold wind poured into the courtyard and directly invaded the lobby. Even the white lantern in Yang Jian's hand had been blown out.

But everyone was ready to go by the time.

Four mourning clothes were distributed...

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the front yard of the ancient house, with dense and rapid sounds, as if many people were pouring into the ancient house at this moment.

But in fact, there is no living person outside.

Everyone stood in the lobby and looked tense instantly.

"I don't agree with the distribution plan for mourning clothes." However, at this time, the strange ghost driver suddenly said with a ferocious look on his face.

"Yang Jian, I have also cooperated with your actions along the way. At this time, I don't want to be the one who was sacrificed."

This strange ghost driver survived by chance. He didn't know Yang Jian or Fan Xing. Everyone met by chance, so it was natural to be abandoned at this moment, and no one stood up for him.

Because whether it is Fan Xing or Zhou Deng, they are both heads of the headquarters, and strictly speaking, they are still colleagues with Yang Jian.

now.

Everyone looked at him.

"The reality is cruel. There is not enough things, and I can't do anything about it." Yang Jian said: "But you really cooperate with my actions. This sentence is not very correct. I remember you, when you encouraged me to abandon the coffin nails before, they were very active."

"And I am a stingy person."

"So you plan to get rid of me at this time?" the strange ghost driver said gritting his teeth.

He wanted to fight hard at this moment to grab a mourning dress, but he didn't dare.

Because this Yang Jian is too fierce.

He is not an opponent.

Once you start to take action, you will definitely die.

"I didn't want to kill you, but the conditions don't allow you to survive. That's all. If there is a fifth mourning dress, I'm willing to assign one to you. In addition, Zhou Deng himself voluntarily gave up the distribution of mourning dress. If you have the ability to survive today like Zhou Deng, I have nothing to say."

Yang Jian's face was calm and he looked very cold.

"Of course, you can also choose to take action. I don't object. After all, everyone has the right to survive, and you have it, but power requires the ability to fight for it, otherwise you will not be able to seize it even if you give you a chance."

After saying this.

The strange ghost driver immediately targeted several other people.

Li Yang, Fan Xing, Daqiang.

Yang Jian didn't dare to do anything, only these three people were mourning.

"If you want to do something, as soon as possible, the supernatural is already invading the ancient house. I don't have so much time to play with you." Li Yang stared at him, his face calm.

The strange ghost driver's eyes flashed for a moment, but then changed his target. He looked at Fan Xing.

Fan Xing laughed: "It's interesting, I think I'd better bully me, right? It's okay, let's do it. I believe that since Team Yang said something, it shouldn't stop you. You can be without any scruples."

The ghost-controller was eager to try, but in the end he suppressed his inner impulse.

Because Fan Xing also looks very difficult to deal with.

So the only thing left is the messenger called Daqiang.

Daqiang was wearing a ragged, dirty white cloth, and staring at the strange ghost driver with a fierce face, ready to take action.

In order to survive, how could he retreat at this time?

"This man named Daqiang took over Yang Jian's position after leaving the back hall yesterday. He used the ghost domain to support him for ten seconds to prevent ghosts from invading the back hall... This is a guy with the ghost domain. Once he takes action, he can hide in the ghost domain and not fight me head-on."

When he really wanted to take action, the ghost controller hesitated again.

It’s not easy for everyone to mess with, but the other person who is affordable has a ghost domain.

"The Yang Jian is selective in distributing mourning clothes. He doesn't give it to me because I have the weakest strength and the least effect after the next action." The strange ghost-controller was unwilling and angry.

He didn't want to accept this desperate result, and finally looked at Yang Xiaohua.

now.

Zhou Deng walked over from Yang Xiaohua, touched his chin and said, "What are you watching me do?"

Behind Zhou Deng.

Yang Xiaohua had slowly floated up from the ground like a cold corpse. Her face was covered with an incomplete yellow paper. The yellow paper covered her facial features, like a human skin sticking to her skin, and a contour of a facial features was rubbed.

But the red balloon wrapped around her arm exerted the supernatural power it should have.

The red balloon floated up with Yang Xiaohua's sleeping body.

However, the roof of the ancient house was sealed, and Yang Xiaohua's body stopped after floating to a certain height.

The balloon was blocked by the roof and could not fly out.

"He is not watching you, he is watching Yang Xiaohua." Yang Jian said.

Zhou Deng said: "So that's the case. It's okay, you keep going."

He didn't care about his business and hurried away.

"But if you are trying to beat Yang Xiaohua, I suggest you give up. She will be useful to me now, because there is no one here except her, who is an ordinary person." Yang Jian said.

Red balloons can only go where ordinary people go. Once they have supernatural powers in their bodies, they will be the same as they are now.

The body floated up with red balloons, and even the ghosts in the body were suppressed and unable to move.

Yang Jian asked Zhou Deng to use a piece of yellow paper to put Yang Xiaohua into a state of fake death. Sure enough, the red balloon also played a role and brought Yang Xiaohua to fly.

only.

After today, if Yang Xiaohua can survive after tearing open the yellow paper on her face, I don’t know if you are.

Maybe I can't wake up again and die like this.

Maybe there is still a chance to wake up.

Yang Jian knew this, so he could only take a try.

"If you don't have mourning clothes, you can give me another piece of yellow paper." said the strange ghost driver.

"Why should I give it to you?"

Yang Jian sneered: "I didn't ask you to come to the ancient house. I did the most work in the past few days. You are not qualified to ask me. I have given you a chance. Four people, you can just grab one person's mourning clothes. As long as you get it, it's yours. You are afraid of death and dare not take action. Who can you blame?"

"Wait, don't move."

Sudden.

The eagle, who had been silent, suddenly changed his face and spoke.

The strange ghost driver immediately opened his eyes and his hair stood up all over his body, because at this time he felt something squirming on his neck.

It was a pair of small, small hands that were not yet formed.

Stained with soil, arms are open.

Then.

The little head of a baby with no eyes stretched out from behind the strange ghost driver. It twisted its neck as if it was exploring the people around it.

"It's the baby buried under the tree." Everyone's hearts trembled and their faces suddenly changed.

No one expected that the first person to invade the ancient house would be this little thing.

The ghost-controller was tense all over at this moment and did not dare to move. He wanted supernatural powers to fight against the evil ghost, but he did not have the courage to do so, because today is the fourth day of mourning.

There are probably a lot of ghosts that will appear today.

Confrontation is the stupidest and most wrong choice.

Now.

He has not been killed, which means that the ghost just appeared on him and did not attack him.

Because no one knows what the killing rules of this ghost is.

Any move may be targeted by this evil spirit.

Although this ghost is just an unformed baby image, ghost drivers understand that the terror of a ghost is not something that depends on the appearance.

The strange ghost-controller burst into tears in his sweat. He looked at Yang Jian and gave a look of help.

Yang Jian was wearing dirty and ragged mourning clothes, holding a long spear with cracked hair, and opened a ghost eye, staring at the unpresent baby.

unconsciously.

Ghost eyes restored vision.

The sense of suppression that belongs to the ancient house disappeared, and he could even use the ghost realm.
To be continued...