As the headless ghost's out-of-control state ended, Yang Jian could immediately feel a cold breath flowing down his arms and invading his body.
The entire hand has completely lost all feeling, even touch and pain.
Sometimes it's just a feeling of a foreign body that doesn't belong to you.
But the most bizarre thing was that when he tried to move his hand, this pale and strange palm could be controlled to move according to his own thoughts.
"Is this done? The next step is to steal the supernatural powers I need from Guizhao..."
Thinking like this, he then looked at the severed hand on the ground, which was the limb that originally belonged to him.
Yang Jian picked it up and put it in the box and put it away, not wanting to give up his original body.
Su Yuan suddenly turned around and said, "Are you ready?"
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, then said: "It's ready."
"Very good, then you have to be careful next time to resist the first wave of attacks from ghosts!"
Yang Jian: "???"
Is this different from what was stated in the plan?
Didn't you just say you wanted me to be in front?
Looking at Yang Jian's somewhat suspicious look, Su Yuan explained: "The two of us standing together now do not meet the conditions for being alone. Ghosts will not attack us, so we have to separate and stand farther away.
Come on, you don’t have enough ghosts in your body, so the ghosts will definitely attack you.”
"You don't have to do anything. You just need to wait and resist the first attack of the ghost. It's enough. Leave the rest to me? Is that okay?"
After hearing Su Yuan's words, Yang Jian's face darkened, and he suddenly felt the urge to curse.
Good guy, you should have said it earlier, and waited until it was time to take action. But now that I have replaced my ghost hand, you just told me...
At this moment, Yang Jian only felt that he had gotten into Su Yuan's black car, and the doors had been welded shut.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
Fortunately, he still had a scapegoat in his hand. If something was wrong, he still had a chance to save his life.
"Are you sure you can make it in time?"
"Watch me! As long as you can't resist the first few seconds of contact."
For the sake of talking, what else could Yang Jian say?
He immediately walked to the edge helplessly.
The ghost difference does not require you to go too far to determine the conditions for a person to be alone. Often, only a few meters of distance is enough.
And this distance is only about the size of a house.
Soon, Yang Jian left the range of a few meters from Su Yuan.
A terrifying scene suddenly happened.
At this time, the surrounding darkness began to be filled with a faint smell of corpses, and at the same time, a heavy, rapid footsteps appeared around him.
The cold breath comes with the erosion of darkness, making people's hair stand on end and their whole body trembling.
Is the ghost coming?
Yang Jian subconsciously tensed up his body. The abnormalities around him, as well as the ghost controller's instinct, all sent him a very dangerous signal...
The ghosts are around, and they are already targeting me.
However, before he could take any action to prevent being attacked,
In an instant, Yang Jian felt as if his neck was hung up by something.
Along with a strong sense of suffocation, terrifying power came from the darkness, directly hanging him in the air.
Damn it, it’s a ghost rope!
He struggled violently and reached out to touch his neck.
Soon he touched an old straw rope. It was rough and cold, just like the rope used by people to hang themselves in the past.
The ghost rope was restrained by the ghost shadow. Now that he still had ghost hands, Yang Jian directly stretched out his hand to pull it, trying to use his own ghost power to resist.
But the scary thing is that the ghost in the body seems to be completely silent at this moment, as if it has disappeared without any reaction.
Let yourself suddenly feel like an ordinary person.
"Mader! Where is Su Yuan, why don't you take action!"
Feeling the terrifying force coming from the ghost rope, Yang Jian's tongue was almost spit out, and his face was red.
Speaking of which, this was not the first time that he had been strangled by a ghost rope.
The earliest time was when I met Wang Yue, the original owner of the ghost rope, in the ghost realm of the Knocker.
However, just when these irrelevant thoughts appeared in his mind.
Very close at hand, a pair of stiff, cold and black hands stretched out from the darkness, tore his clothes apart, and thrust into his flesh and blood...
It seems like he is groping, but also like he is searching.
This seemingly random groping has caused Yang Jian's body to be torn apart, his bones to be twisted, and he was in great pain.
Damn...
It's looking for the ghost in my body!
Seeing the hands quickly withdrawing from his body to take away his ghost eyes, Yang Jian immediately struggled to use the scapegoat.
But at this moment, time suddenly seemed to have stopped.
That's right, it really stopped.
Even Guizhan was the same. A pair of hands stopped in front of Yang Jian. There was only a few dozen centimeters between them, but it was difficult to step forward.
What happened?
Yang Jian was shocked to find that everything nearby was at a standstill, whether it was the ghosts in front of him or himself, everything was stagnant, even himself...he couldn't move.
.
Upon noticing this, Yang Jian suddenly felt depressed and wanted to vomit blood.
In this weird situation, only thinking and one's own ghost eyes seem to be unaffected.
However, the ghost eyes were suppressed by the supernatural due to ghosts, and there was no way to open them.
However, I don’t know that because I have been eroded by the ghost eye, I have some characteristics of the ghost eye.
At such a close distance, he was able to see clearly the true appearance of the ghost.
It was a middle-aged man, wearing a shabby shirt, which was dirty and dark, with thick blood stains on it. The blood stains were rotten and exuded a smell like corpse stench. At the same time, it was exposed to the outside.
His hands and feet were even stiffer and blackened.
Like a corpse that has been left somewhere for a long time, it is in a state of being about to decay but not yet decaying.
But on the ghost's shoulder, Yang Jian saw something in the shape of a coffin nail, which was exactly what Wang Xiaoming had let him see before.
The thing seemed to have penetrated deep into the cold corpse, along the shoulders as if it had been inserted into the ghost's heart.
Just the moment he saw it, Yang Jian felt his scalp numb.
Because the shape of the coffin nails made by Wang Xiaoming has almost disappeared, leaving only a black and conspicuous black mark, as if it has been integrated with the ghost's flesh and blood, no longer distinguishable from each other.
The ghost has spliced the coffin nails into his body?
Inexplicably, this horrifying thought flashed through Yang Jian's mind.