The first three days of the ancient house have passed.
It's day four now.
This day is called: Day of Condolence.
As soon as twelve o'clock arrived at night, the situation in the old house immediately took a turn for the worse. A cold wind poured in from the patio and directly invaded the lobby. Even the white lantern in Yang Jian's hand had been blown out.
But everyone took the time and made preparations.
Four pieces of mourning clothes were distributed...
The sound of rapid footsteps came from the front yard of the ancient house. The sound was dense and rapid, as if many people were pouring into the ancient house at this moment.
But in fact, there was not a single living person outside.
Everyone stood in the lobby and their expressions instantly became tense.
"I don't agree with the distribution plan of mourning clothes." However, at this time, the strange ghost controller suddenly said with a ferocious expression.
"Yang Jian, I have been very cooperative with your actions along the way. I don't want to be the one who is sacrificed at this time."
This strange ghost master survived by chance. He didn't know Yang Jian or Fan Xing. We all met by chance, so it was natural for him to be abandoned at this moment. No one stood up for him.
Because both Fan Xing and Zhou Deng were in charge of the headquarters, strictly speaking they were colleagues with Yang Jian.
now.
Everyone glanced at him.
"The reality is cruel. There is not enough stuff, so I can't do anything about it." Yang Jian said, "But it's not quite right to say that you cooperate with my actions. I remember that you were very active when you encouraged me to give up the coffin nails."
"And I am a petty person."
"So you plan to get rid of me now?" the strange ghost master gritted his teeth.
At this moment, he wanted to fight desperately to grab a mourning dress, but he didn't dare.
Because this Yang Jian is too fierce.
He is no opponent.
Once you take action, you will definitely die.
"I didn't want to kill you, it's just that the conditions don't allow you to survive, that's all. If there is a fifth mourning dress, I am willing to allocate one to you. In addition, Zhou Deng himself voluntarily gave up the distribution of mourning clothes.
If you have the ability to survive today like Zhou Deng, I have nothing to say."
Yang Jian's face was calm and looked very indifferent.
"Of course, you can also choose to grab it. I don't object. After all, everyone has the right to live, and you also have it. But power must be fought for, otherwise you won't be able to seize the opportunity given to you."
After saying this.
The strange ghost master immediately focused on several other people.
Li Yang, Fan Xing, Da Qiang.
Yang Jian would not dare to take action under any circumstances. Only these three people were wearing mourning clothes.
"If you want to take action, hurry up. The supernatural beings are already invading the ancient house. I don't have much time to play with you." Li Yang stared at him with a calm expression.
This strange ghost controller's eyes flickered for a moment, but then changed his target. He looked at Fan Xing.
Fan Xing smiled: "Interesting, you think it's best for me to bully you, right? It doesn't matter, just do it. I believe Captain Yang won't stop him since he has spoken, so you don't have to worry about it."
The ghost master was eager to give it a try, but in the end he suppressed his inner impulse.
Because this Fan Xing looks very difficult to deal with.
So the only one left was the messenger named Da Qiang.
Da Qiang was now wearing a tattered, dirty white cloth, staring at the strange ghost master with a fierce look on his face, and was already ready to take action.
In order to survive, how could he shrink back at this time?
"This man named Daqiang just took over Yang Jian's place after he left the back hall yesterday, and used the ghost realm to hold him back for ten seconds, preventing ghosts from invading the back hall... This is a man with a ghost realm.
Guy, once he takes action, he can hide in the ghost realm and not confront me head-on."
When he really wanted to take action, the ghost master hesitated again.
Everyone is hard to mess with, but those who can be easily messed with have a ghost world.
"This Yang Jian is selective in allocating mourning clothes. He didn't give it to me because I am the weakest and will have the least effect in the next actions." This strange ghost controller was unwilling and angry.
He didn't want to accept this desperate outcome, so he finally looked at Yang Xiaohua.
now.
Zhou Deng walked over from Yang Xiaohua, touched his chin and said, "What are you looking at me for?"
Behind Zhou Deng.
Yang Xiaohua has slowly floated up from the ground like a cold corpse. Her face is covered with a piece of incomplete yellow paper. This yellow paper covers her facial features, like a piece of human skin.
It stuck to her skin and imprinted the outline of her facial features.
But the red balloon wrapped around her arm exerted its supernatural power.
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 floated to a certain height and then stopped.
The balloon was blocked by the roof and had no way to fly out.
"He's not looking at you, he's looking at Yang Xiaohua." Yang Jian said.
Zhou Deng said: "So that's it, then it's okay, you can continue."
He had nothing to do with himself and hurried away.
"But if you are after Yang Xiaohua, I suggest you give up. She is still useful to me now, because there is no one else who is an ordinary person here except her." Yang Jian said.
Red balloons can only be taken by ordinary people. Once you have supernatural powers in your body, you will be in the same situation as now.
The body is floated up by the red balloon, and even the ghosts in the body are 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 suspended animation. Sure enough, the red balloon also worked and took Yang Xiaohua flying up.
only.
I don’t know if Yang Xiaohua will survive after tearing off the yellow paper on her face after today.
Maybe he will never wake up again and die like this.
Maybe there is still a chance to wake up.
Yang Jian knew this, so he could only give it a try.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "If you don't have mourning clothes, just give me a piece of yellow paper." The strange ghost controller said.
"Why should I give it to you?"
Yang Jian sneered and said: "I didn't ask you to come to the ancient house. I was the one who contributed the most in the past few days. You are not qualified to make demands of me. I have already given you a chance. There are four of us. You can grab anyone at will."
As long as you get the mourning clothes, they are yours. You are afraid of death and dare not do anything. Who can blame you?"
"Wait, don't move."
Sudden.
Eagle, who had been silent all this time, suddenly changed his expression and spoke.
The strange ghost controller's eyes suddenly opened suddenly, and all the hairs on his body stood up, because at this time he felt something moving around his neck.
They were a pair of small, even unformed hands.
Covered with mud, arms dirty.
Later.
A baby's little head, with no eyes open, poked out from behind the strange ghost rider. It twisted its neck as if to explore the people around it.
"It's the baby buried under the tree." Everyone was shocked and their expressions suddenly changed.
No one thought 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 to use supernatural power to fight against this evil ghost, but he did not have the courage to do so because today was the fourth day of mourning.
There are probably a lot of ghosts that will appear today.
Confrontation is the stupidest and wrong choice.
Now.
To be continued...