After Yang Jian and the group of people on the black boat had a brief contact, neither of them took advantage of each other.
Obviously, the opponent is not the kind of being who can be easily killed. Although these people did not use any means, they were able to block his sixth-level ghost realm. They also had a certain understanding of hatchets and knew how to restrain them.
He wondered whether the hatchet in the hands of the tall man's corpse at the Caesar Hotel was famous in the supernatural circle.
It seems that the previous generation of ghost masters are familiar with it.
"The four people on the other side are not of the same mind. Some want to kill our group, and some are not willing to get involved in this dispute. Otherwise, all four of them would have taken action together just now."
Yang Jian learned a lot of information after a trial.
The faceless man and the peacemaker did not take action. The woman was the most determined to take action. The one-eyed man in the lead was hesitant before, but he still preferred to take action.
"These older generation of ghost masters are indeed not simple. It is rare to see Yang Jian not taking advantage when he takes action." Cao Yang saw this scene not far away and said in a low voice.
He and Yang Jian are also old acquaintances.
We met after the Starving Ghost Incident in Dachang City. At that time, Yang Jian was still a newcomer and had just joined the headquarters not long ago.
However, due to his understanding of him, Cao Yang understood that Yang Jian had no intention of probing him. He must be rushing to kill the opponent. If he couldn't be killed, it would definitely not be Yang Jian who held back, but
The opponent blocked the attack with strength.
But know something.
Nowadays, only a handful of people in the supernatural circle can resist Yang Jian's attack. Cao Yang himself is not confident that he can completely resist it.
"We can take action when necessary. I won't hesitate this time." A Hong said calmly and decisively.
Cao Yang gestured, "Don't worry, wait a little longer, there are still people on the other side who have not taken action. If we take action now, it will only cause trouble. Only when we get the right opportunity can our action play a decisive role."
He was not impatient.
At this moment, it would be more important for them not to take action than to take action. The other party must be wary of themselves and A Hong.
"You are a very thoughtful young man. Is there some kind of mortal curse on the pieced together supernatural weapon? Is it to prevent it from being taken away easily? It's a pity that you were the only one doing it just now, and there were four of us.
"
The curse on the one-eyed old man was now dissipated. He was not dead, but there was a solemn look in his eyes.
This person is not on the same level as the paper man who broke into the ancestral hall during the day.
This life is even more terrifying. If you are not careful, you will be killed by him. It seems that this person is the leader of this group of people.
"The number of people is never the key to victory or defeat in the supernatural circle." Yang Jian stood on the cold, silent lake holding a cracking spear. He glanced slightly at the place where the one-eyed old man had just touched.
The fingerprints are left and the medium has been formed.
But this obscure look was noticed by the one-eyed old man. His face changed slightly and he immediately shouted: "Do it..."
"Have you noticed it? It's a pity it's too late." The hatchet in Yang Jian's hand moved again.
A black ghost shadow covered the cracked spear.
Media trigger.
The figure of a one-eyed old man appeared in front of his eyes. With just one cut, the old man would be dismembered by the curse of the hatchet, and there was no way to stop this attack.
However, just when Yang Jian was about to cut it off, his hand suddenly froze, and his raised arm stopped abruptly in mid-air.
The knife that was about to come into contact with the media could not be missed again.
"Don't pretend that others don't exist. You were too close to me just now. That knife didn't hit me to death. It's you who is unlucky." The woman said coldly.
I don't know when, the color of Yang Jian's clothes gradually faded, and the style also changed. It turned into something like a shroud worn by a person who was buried. And as this change continued, the color of his skin also changed rapidly.
It was dim and black, and the smell of rotting corpses filled the air.
this moment.
Yang Jian felt as if he was being held tightly by a ghost, and his body was as if a ghost was pressing down on the bed, unable to move.
"He will not live. He is wearing the clothes of the dead and is covered with the dead."
The woman said: "This is my most dangerous piece of clothing. I have to wash it every other day, otherwise the ghosts on the clothes will come out. It took me a lot of effort to sew such a piece of clothing."
"
I don’t know when this dead man’s clothing was worn on Yang Jian, or perhaps this clothing does not need to be worn at all. It exists in an incomprehensible way and can be lodged in any piece of clothing.
"What a pity." Boss Liu on the side sighed when he saw this.
Such a murderous garment is indeed very deadly when worn by such a young man.
It seemed that they had taken advantage by taking action just now, but it was a pity that this young man did not understand their methods and fell into the trap.
"Can it be killed?"
The one-eyed old man's pale eye stared at Yang Jian.
"What? You can't trust my clothes?" the woman said solemnly.
The one-eyed old man said no more. He needed to observe again. After all, the person was still there and he would not let down his guard until he was completely dead.
"Yang Jian..." Not far away, A Hong shouted, ready to take action.
Cao Yang gestured: "The results haven't come out yet, why are you so anxious?"
At this moment, when Yang Jian peered through his ghost eyes, he saw that the clothes he was wearing were not clothes at all, but a ghost. The ghost was sewn into clothes and wrapped him tightly together.
, just like a dead person wrapping around your body in a weird posture.
It's scary to watch.
"You want to kill me with just one piece of clothing?"
Yang Jian twisted his neck with difficulty and spit out these words.
"If you keep talking tough when death is imminent, you will never be able to take off the clothes of the dead."
The woman sneered: "Even if you can bear it, how much strength do you have to deal with us?"
"So why do you think I stand on the lake and fight you?"
As Yang Jian spoke, his body began to sink slowly.
He quickly submerged into the lake.
Although his body could not move and the death suit on his body restricted him, it did not prevent him from sinking.
soon.
Yang Jian's entire body sank into the cold lake water.
There were ripples on the lake.
But Yang Jian has disappeared.
There is no way of knowing how deep he sank, only that he has completely disappeared from everyone's eyes.
"Sinking into the lake?" Boss Liu hesitated for a moment and looked at the faceless man behind him.
The faceless man remained motionless and did not express any opinions.
The one-eyed old man who was the leader squinted his eyes, as if he felt that this matter would not end so easily, and that the young man would not be killed so easily.
"not good."
Suddenly, the woman realized something again and her face suddenly changed: "He wanted to use the lake water to take off the dead man's clothes."
Under normal circumstances, there is no way to take off the death suit.
But these are not normal circumstances.
Yang Jian sank into the lake, and he kept going deeper. It was not until he was about to reach the bottom of the lake that the death clothes on his body changed.
The clothes that were tight on the body began to become looser, and the buttons on the body also unbuttoned on their own.
Clothes no longer restrain him.
The evil ghost that was wrapped around him also stopped corroding him at this moment.
In the lake, even evil spirits can sink, let alone this man-made death suit.
soon.
Yang Jian took off the clothes in the water and left them at the bottom of the lake forever.
To be continued...