Even if Yang Jian could only move one hand now, he would still have no problem killing this group of people.
Because he is an alien and cannot be killed easily, but they are different. Although they have mastered supernatural power, they are also very fragile. Any supernatural attack will take away their lives.
What's more, Yang Jian's attack is not simple.
The ghost hands ignited by the stove can not only invade their bodies, but also set their bodies on fire.
The fire that can burn supernatural beings is undoubtedly their nemesis.
Of course, this fire can also restrain the current Yang Jian.
It's just that Yang Jian controlled the ghost lake's supernatural powers and canceled each other out to prevent the flames from spreading on the ghost's hand.
"Although this fire only uses bones as dye, when the fire spreads, flesh, skin, and body oils will also be ignited. However, ghosts cannot be killed. The burned ghosts will become the carrier of the fire.
, helping the fire spread, it’s like a different kind of puzzle.”
Yang Jian briefly glanced at the blackened palm.
The ghost hand can still move, and the flames on it are still there. The two supernatural powers seem to have merged together, forming a more terrifying hand.
at the same time.
Xianglan, Anan and Wang Genquan stepped on the corpse, spread it out, and then slowly approached Yang Jian.
They were ready to take action and planned to join forces to kill Yang Jian here.
Zhu Jian is still alive, but basically disabled.
Although Anan helped him pull out the ghost hand from his body, his mutilated body was still attached to the strange fire and was burning at the moment.
Zhu Jian was in pain, wailing, and even unable to stay awake.
But I can no longer control him at this time.
"Still want to take action?"
Yang Jian's body was frozen in place, unable to move. He could only stand up with the support of his ghost hands.
Ghost hands grabbed his feet and supported his body, preventing him from falling down easily.
"We've reached this point, and we have no choice. Even if we stop, you won't let us go, right." Xianglan said expressionlessly.
Yang Jian said: "I shouldn't have let you go before. I have long thought that staying in the Caesar Hotel will be a hidden danger sooner or later if you are cursed. But I am more principled and will treat anyone who does not directly threaten me."
Give me a chance, but it’s a pity that you didn’t seize this opportunity.”
"We have countless opportunities to try and make mistakes. Even if you kill them all, the five of us will still reunite again in a few years and continue to look for a way out, but this is the only time we don't want to miss it." Anan
At this moment, his face looked solemn.
Yang Jian said coldly, "There won't be this chance. You have already suffered a curse. You rely on the curse to survive and will never be able to leave the Caesar Hotel. Even if you find the exit, you can't leave. The moment you leave here, the curse
It will fail, you will die, and you are still here against me without even knowing the truth."
"Impossible." Anan narrowed his eyes and immediately retorted.
Wang Genquan's expression changed on the side. He had heard such remarks before before he and Yang Jian had a falling out, but this time Yang Jian seemed to have strengthened his suspicion after returning from the supernatural corridor.
It seems that Yang Jian has learned something.
"impossible?"
Yang Jian showed a cold smile: "Have you ever doubted why you are resurrected every time you die? Resurrection from death is such a good thing in the world. Everything involving supernatural things has a price.
If you can be resurrected like this, the price you pay will be even greater."
"I have entered the room that you call the room where you can resurrect. Guess what I saw in the room?"
Xianglan immediately said: "He is in a bad state and is stalling for time. Don't continue to listen to his nonsense and take action together."
"No, listen to him."
Wang Genquan, uncharacteristically, blocked Xianglan and Anan.
"This truth is very important. If what he said is true, then our actions this time will be meaningless."
Anan frowned and said nothing at the moment.
"You want to know the truth? It's a pity that I don't want to tell you now. You don't deserve to know all this in front of me."
Yang Jian said expressionlessly: "You guys should keep reincarnating here honestly. I hope that one day you can really find an unprecedented path, break the curse, and take control of the Caesar Hotel."
"But with your potential, this opportunity is almost non-existent. You have been trapped here for decades without doing anything. It is estimated that it will be difficult in another few decades."
"Damn it." Anan couldn't help but feel angry.
Wang Genquan was silent: "Don't you deserve to know the truth? You are right. The experience of being trapped for decades is not worth a visit here as an outsider. We have indeed failed. In this case, then we
We can only act according to the previous plan, after all, we don’t want to sit still and wait for death.”
At this moment, the three of them took action together.
A strange music immediately echoed in the silent third floor.
The music is very similar to The Curse of the Music Box, but the tune is completely different.
"The cursed music of death. That cursed music should be stored on that old piano. It should not be under your control." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and glanced at Xianglan.
This music seemed to be aimed at him alone, constantly surrounding him and lingering around him.
"Supernatural things are difficult to explain. I was attacked by a ghost, but I survived?" Xianglan said.
She was attacked by a ghost before and almost took away her body. She was in a state of death but not death. In this situation, she also obtained the supernatural power of the ghost and intercepted part of the cursed music.
With the sound of music, Anan felt particularly strange at this moment. His skin instantly turned pale, and his hands and feet were also strangely stretched at this moment.
His whole appearance became strange and terrifying.
next moment,
He disappeared into the darkness, and then the lanky and strange figure reappeared in the darkness next to Yang Jian.
Anan grabbed Yang Jian and tried to pull him into the darkness.
What's strange is that an illusory figure is shaking left and right on Yang Jian's body, as if his soul is about to be pulled out, which is somewhat similar to the weird hook used by Zhao Feng, the seducer he encountered at the post office.
I don’t know if that hook is related to the ghost controlled by Anan.
Yang Jian raised his ghost hand and grabbed Anan with his charred palm. He stood firmly on the spot and could not be shaken.
"You want to take away my life with this little supernatural power? You think too highly of yourself. The confrontation between supernatural beings is essentially a confrontation between ghosts. The supernatural powers I can control are beyond your imagination."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pulled hard.
In the darkness, Anan was forcefully pulled out. His body was covered with blackened palms, and his body gradually returned to its original state, as if the supernatural being was being suppressed.
"ah!"
Anan let out a cry of pain, his skin was turning red, and the ghost hands were like soldering irons, almost setting his whole body on fire.
At this moment, he experienced Zhu Jian's fate.
"I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time..."
Yang Jian had no expression on his face, let go of his arm, and then strangled Anan's neck the next moment.
Click!
Without any hesitation, the crisp sound of cracking bones sounded.
Anan's neck was directly broken, but he was not dead yet and was still struggling in pain because his neck was pale, slender and cold.
This was not his body, but a ghost that replaced part of his body and saved his life.
But the appearance of the supernatural accelerated the burning of the flames in his body.
This made him even more painful.
Click~!
However, at this moment, another sound sounded, like something was cracking.
The next moment, a gash appeared on Yang Jian's face. The gash was very deep and extended from his face to his body. The cracks continued to grow, and it seemed as if the whole person was about to be broken into pieces.
"I don't believe you are really that difficult to deal with." At this moment, Wang Genquan took action, holding a small mirror in his hand, and Yang Jian's appearance was reflected in the mirror.
At this moment, Wang Genquan kept trying to crush the mirror with force.
There are cracks on the mirror, and there are also cracks on Yang Jian in reality.
As long as the mirror is completely broken, Yang Jian will also be completely broken.
"Curse's way of killing?"
Yang Jian ignored the cracks on his face and turned to look at him: "When I entered the Caesar Hotel for the second time, I passed by a room and heard the sound of breaking porcelain inside. That sound was the same as yours.
Kind of similar."
"What I control is the evil ghost in that room." Wang Genquan said.
"I see."
Yang Jian said: "It's a terrible curse. Even I have been affected. It's just that you don't seem to be strong enough to break a piece of glass."
Wang Genquan's face was gloomy. It wasn't that he couldn't crush it, but there was a resistance from a supernatural force on the glass.
This reaction told him that the person he wanted to curse was very scary, more sinister than ordinary ghosts.
Because ordinary evil spirits are not so difficult to crush.
"It seems that you are not as good as a real ghost, and there is a limit." Yang Jian could see Wang Genquan's embarrassment at a glance.
It’s not that you can’t curse, it’s that you can’t do it yourself.
Click!
Another crack appeared, but this crack did not appear on Yang Jian's body, but on Wang Genquan's face.
He was eroded by the supernatural and began to suffer the side effects of the curse.
"Xianglan, please stop playing songs. That thing can't kill me. I have another piece of cursed music that can offset your death curse." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he opened his mouth.
Without speaking, another strange ringing sound came from his stomach.
The two sections are vaguely entangled with each other, like a symphony.
But soon, there was a confrontation between the music, and the sounds of the two pieces of music gradually became smaller and smaller until they finally disappeared.
The mortal curse failed.
"Another piece of music?" Xianglan's expression couldn't help but change.
Yang Jian said: "So, this is the only way?"
After saying that, he threw Anan out casually.
At this moment, Anan's whole body was on fire. He was struggling and wailing in the fire. Although he was still alive and kicking, for a living person, he was enduring the torture of burning his body.
"If that's the case, then please go die."
He raised the blackened ghost hand.
this moment.
Xianglan and Wang Gen immediately felt that there was a foreign body invading their bodies, and a sharp pain came from them.
It seemed that Yang Jian really wanted to kill this group of people with one hand.