Among the thirty-six strategies, what is the best strategy?
Walking is the best strategy.
As soon as Yang Jian felt something was wrong, he ran away first, so what if he controlled two ghosts.
In the face of the incomprehensible ability of the ghost in front of me, even if it controls three ghosts, it is still weak, and there is no difference at all.
This time, I finally extended the time for Li Gui to recover and temporarily saved his life. How could he die here carelessly?
When thick fog enveloped the mourning hall, he immediately got into the ghost coffin.
The inside of the coffin is dark and depressing.
Other than that, there is no special feeling.
On the contrary, I feel a little diaphragmatic, as if something is pressing down below, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a normal coffin.
"By the way, the coffin lid hasn't been closed yet."
Yang Jian noticed that the coffin lid had not been closed yet.
The coffin and the coffin lid should be together. Perhaps without either one, the true use of this ghost coffin cannot be exerted.
He immediately closed the coffin lid.
"Bang~!"
There was a slight sound, and the coffin lid was tightly closed on the coffin.
All light has disappeared.
Yang Jian, who was lying in the coffin, seemed to be swallowed up by darkness. Even if he opened his eyes, he could not see anything.
"that's all?"
Then, he frowned.
I still don't feel anything abnormal, it's still normal.
etc.
Suddenly.
Yang Jian felt something strange.
He found that his body was slowly sinking... just like the coffin lying behind him was constantly denting.
No, that's not right, the body is not sinking, but disappearing.
Yang Jian's body was melting bit by bit. During this period, he felt neither pain nor death. There was no fear in his heart at all, as if this disappearance was not a real disappearance, but the beginning of a new life.
, he even had an expectation for unknown changes in his heart.
soon.
His body completely disappeared into the coffin.
But he was conscious after disappearing, and he could feel that he was still in the coffin.
It's just that there is no body.
Very contradictory feeling.
But yet so real.
It was as if Yang Jian had separated from the human body and gradually transformed into an alternative existence.
This alternative existence is very similar to one thing...that is a ghost.
"Could this ghost coffin transform people into ghosts?"
Yang Jian's consciousness was very clear, and he made a bold guess, which even shocked him.
If that were the case, this ghost coffin would be too terrifying.
But this phenomenon seems to make sense, why Detective Feng Quaneng could stay in this coffin for several months without eating or drinking without dying.
If he really becomes a complete ghost...a ghost with human consciousness can indeed do this.
"No, no, if the person in the coffin turns into a ghost, how can he get out? Feng Quan had a body when he left the coffin, and did not exist as a ghost... This ghost coffin
It must have some weird and special use, but I haven’t figured it out yet and I don’t know about it.”
Yang Jian thought to himself.
Although I'm not sure what's going on, in this state, no one can kill me.
No ghost can kill you.
Moreover, consciousness seems to be able to extend outward with the help of the existence of the ghost coffin.
It's like the body remains in the coffin, but the soul can fly out.
Own.
It seems to be everywhere in this village.
He saw everything that happened in the mourning hall.
The thick fog could no longer block his view.
But at this moment.
The confrontation outside seems to be over.
The body of the man in the portrait is now highly decomposed, leaving only a skeleton and some flesh on it, which is ferocious and terrifying.
Feng Quan also felt uncomfortable at the moment.
He overused Li Gui's power, and during the long-term confrontation, his condition deteriorated.
The numb eyes revealed a kind of fatigue and pain, and the pale and bloodless face showed a deep morbidity.
He is now like the patient who swallows the most in the hospital.
Just seeing it makes people shudder.
"Although this ghost's ability is inexplicable, it has an upper limit. To deal with Zhang Han, Yang Jian, this ghost is already at its limit... In a one-on-one situation, no ghost controller can be like this.
The opponent of this gadget will definitely die if left alone, but for now, I still have a slight advantage."
"But if I use the power of ghosts for a long time, even if I control two ghosts, I still feel bad."
"It's time for this to come to an end."
Feng Quan walked aside and picked up the suitcase on the ground.
The golden suitcase is very strong and is perfect for confining this ghost.
The man in the portrait slowly took a step forward.
However, the next moment, its body completely collapsed.
Like a set of building blocks, the bones, legs, and feet all separated from the body in an instant and fell to the ground to form limbs all over the place.
But the rotting head is still moving.
Didn't die.
Feng Quan seemed to have expected this. He walked over with his suitcase, and then picked up the ghost's bones, skin, flesh, hands, feet, head... and stuffed them all in after a while.
.
Lock and seal, all in one go.
After the ghost was imprisoned, the things it suppressed before were immediately released.
Zhang Han was already unconscious on the ground. At this moment, the bloody corpse began to slowly retreat into his body.
The headless ghost that was standing still turned into a shadow, quickly shrank back, and finally disappeared somewhere unknown.
However, the ghost realm shrouded in red light was unusual at this time.
Not only did it not disappear, but it began to spread rapidly.
This no longer covers a distance of twenty or thirty meters.
Instead, in almost the blink of an eye, the ghost realm enveloped the entire village.
The entire village has entered Yang Jian's ghost realm.
"Yang Jian, the matter is over."
Feng Quan said in a deep voice, "Get out of the ghost coffin quickly, you can't stay in that thing."
But the next moment.
The coffin flew open.
Yang Jian's body condensed in the darkness again and returned to its previous appearance.
He sat up suddenly as if he had seen a ghost.
"The ghost...is still there."
Cold sweat broke out on Yang Jian's forehead as he said these words.
"What?"
Feng Quan frowned; "The matter here has been resolved. Now you have nothing to do without you. Get out of here and I will contact others to deal with the aftermath."
"I said, that ghost is still there, are you deaf?"
Yang Jian jumped out of the ghost coffin and said with a ferocious look on his face: "You are not lying in the ghost coffin for balance or to suppress this ghost... Your most important purpose is to get
This ghost coffin turned you into a real ghost. Do you think you successfully imprisoned the ghost here just now?"
"I have just entered a ghost coffin. From my own feelings, I can tell that the ghost here has no body at all. It is a consciousness."
"The man in the portrait is a ghost, but his appearance is just a fusion of the looks of all the villagers, no, all the people who died here... That is the image that this ghost thinks is the most perfect."
"What you are destroying now is just an image of it."
As if to confirm Yang Jian's words.
A clear sound of footsteps sounded again from outside the dark house.
Feng Quan's eyes narrowed, and the suitcase in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.