early morning.

Yang Jian opened his eyes and woke up from the bed.

He lived another day in this world, but he did not have the energy to welcome a new day, because this meant that his survival time was reduced again.

The countdown of life continues.

Fortunately, he has been able to withstand the tremendous pressure of death and will not suffer a mental breakdown like others due to this pressure.

"Now the mutual restraint of the ghosts in my body has reached a certain limit, and it seems that some of the lost emotions have returned." Yang Jian pondered, and glanced at the side with his reddish eyes.

A mature, gentle woman was curled up in her arms, sleeping soundly.

Yang Jian didn't say anything. He pushed the woman away, sat up, and looked up out of the window.

The sun shines in, adding a sense of warmth to the slightly chilly room.

It's a good weather today.

"Are you getting up so early? Don't you want to take a rest?"

Zhang Liqin woke up and put her fair arms on the man, trying to keep him.

Yang Jian said: "My physical condition is different from ordinary people. I don't need to sleep for a long time."

Zhang Liqin stood up, her blushing face pressed against Yang Jian's back, hugging him, feeling the coldness in her bones, which she could not dispel with her body temperature.

"Then can't you stay with me more? After all, I am your woman."

Her tone was gentle, with a bit of lazy coquettishness.

"You just belong to me now. When I die, you will have a new life, a new relationship, and even a new man. And this day will not be long, maybe next year, because most ghost masters

They are all short-lived, and I am no exception. Even if I want to stop, it is impossible."

Yang Jian's tone was stiff and cold.

Zhang Liqin immediately hugged Yang Jian tighter and said, "I'm not that kind of person. I'll do anything for you."

"Time will dilute everything. You and Jiang Yan are just ordinary people hugging each other for warmth. What they rely on is just a little fire of survival in me. Once this fire goes out, you will naturally leave and go

Find a new fire to continue to rely on.”

Yang Jian turned to look at her: "So strictly speaking, we are just getting what we need from each other, just like a transaction, and it is a very short-lived transaction."

"Ordinary people may fall in love for two or three years, but our transaction cannot even span this time."

"You don't need to do anything for me, you just need to do your job while I'm still alive. When I die, you will get a large amount of money and start over. The same goes for Jiang Yan."

Zhang Liqin was startled for a moment. She didn't expect Yang Jian to have such thoughts.

No wonder Jiang Yan has been lukewarm in the past six months since she followed him.

Because Yang Jian believed from the bottom of his heart that he and he could not last long and would soon be separated by death, so Yang Jian simply would not spend too much time and affection on himself and Jiang Yan.

The roots are crooked.

How could there be any results?

"You really don't understand women at all."

Zhang Liqin was very sad. She wanted to cry, but found that she was not qualified to cry.

Because she couldn't make Yang Jian believe that she could be his woman forever.

"It doesn't matter whether I understand it or not. What's important is that I won't live long and my crisis will come soon. I can feel it. You should be very clear about the last starving ghost incident. I almost died at that time. It's just luck.

Fortunately, I survived, and I have experienced such a crisis more than once, but I am not so lucky every time."

"Just once, I will die completely."

Yang Jian said calmly.

"I know your hardship and pain, I just want to ask you, do you hate me?" Zhang Liqin asked.

Yang Jian said: "You are just ordinary women. You have your own advantages, you have a good figure, you are beautiful, you are serious about work, and you work hard to make progress. Of course, you also have your own shortcomings, such as lack of security, love of money, vanity, and a little bit of scheming...

....But this is all normal.”

"Because this is what counts as a human being."

"A perfect woman without flaws only exists in fantasy and is impossible, so I don't hate you."

Zhang Liqin pursed her lips and mustered up the courage to say, "Yang Jian, I've decided."

"What did you decide?" Yang Jian asked.

"I want to give you a baby."

Zhang Liqin said boldly. After she finished speaking, she felt flushed and her heart was beating fast.

Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, he turned around and looked at her, looking a little thoughtful at the same time.

No matter what mood and purpose Zhang Liqin said, it reminded him of something.

"You can do this until you can do it."

Yang Jian did not refuse, he replied casually and then stood up and left.

He did not go to the company, but came to Safe House No. 1 to pick up some things.

He wants to prepare for the next survival.

Safe House No. 1 is small, and contains some supernatural objects and imprisoned ghosts.

There are ghost mirrors, the ghost skeleton on Wang Xiaoqiang's body, and the grave soil separated from Feng's body. Of course, there are also blood-stained old newspapers, weird music boxes, red embroidered shoes, scapegoat dolls, ghost candles, ghost porcelain...

...some specially crafted weapons.

In addition, he also has a strange hatchet and coffin nails in his hand.

Strictly speaking, the resources at his disposal are not many, and even somewhat abundant.

However, everything represents the horrific and supernatural events that Yang Jian has experienced one after another.

There is a price to pay to get these things.

"Ghost Eye is on the verge of recovery, and the Ghost Post Office's messenger mission is still going on, so to be on the safe side, I have to bring a music box." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he took down a gold box.

After opening.

An old music box with red paint appeared in front of me.

Before it was opened, a cold atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.

Yang Jian's mind subconsciously recalled that terrifying and weird ringtone.

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He didn't bring it with him when he went to Dahai City before because he was afraid that he would accidentally use it without restraint.

If this thing was opened again, Yang Jian didn't think he could survive.

The spiritual place is gone and was eaten by the ghost boy.

It is almost impossible to repeat Wang Xiaoming's experiment again.

Although ghost children also have the ability to transfer consciousness, don't forget that ghost children themselves are aliens. If Yang Jian opens the music box again and his consciousness is transferred, he will lack a carrier.

And this carrier requires the use of supernatural photos.

In other words, Yang Jian wants a living person to be captured by the ghost camera as a substitute to resist the curse of the music box.

At the same time, the ghosts in your own body also need to be suppressed.

However.

Even if these conditions are met, the problem is that the ghost eye is revived and the curse of the music box is solved, but the problem of revival still remains.

This is also a dead end.

Unless... Yang Jian looked at the rusty coffin nail.

Unless you nail yourself with coffin nails in the end and let all the ghosts in your body fall into deep sleep, including the curse of the music box.

Various thoughts come to mind.

Yang Jian felt that every plan was unfeasible and had fatal flaws.

And this flaw is ultimately due to the resurgence of the evil spirit.

"Bring the music box, the old blood-stained newspapers, a scapegoat doll, and a white ghost candle...Ghost porcelain is still very useful at critical times, so I also brought it with me. Now I

If my ability is not good enough, I have to rely on these things to survive."

Yang Jian sighed helplessly.

I am consuming a lot of resources.

It feels like cutting wood for a thousand days and burning it in one day.

"Headquarters still owes me three red ghost candles and the pair of ghost scissors. I'll remind you later and hope they send them over as soon as possible." Yang Jian thought again that he still had a foreign debt that he had not recovered.

After sorting it out.
To be continued...