Chapter 974 The Influx of Danger

The first three days of the ancient house have passed.

It's day four now.

This day is called: Day of Condolences.

As soon as twelve o'clock arrived at night, the situation in the ancient house immediately took a turn for the worse. A cold wind poured in from the patio and invaded directly into the lobby. Even the white lantern in Yang Jian's hand had been blown out.

But everyone took the time to get ready.

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 no one alive 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 controller 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 looked at him.

"The reality is cruel. There is not enough stuff, and 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 you were very active when you encouraged me to abandon the coffin nails."

"And I'm 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 have no objection. After all, everyone has the right to live, and you also have it. But power must be fought for, otherwise you will not 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.

The 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 that since Captain Yang has spoken, he won't stop him. 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 Daqiang.

Daqiang was currently 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 back down at this time.

"This man named Daqiang just took over Yang Jian's place after he left the back hall yesterday. He used the ghost realm to hold up the back hall for ten seconds to prevent the ghosts from invading the back hall. This is a guy who owns the ghost realm. Once he takes action, He can completely 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 be the least useful 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 power in your body, you will be in the same situation as now.

The body is floated 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.

"If you don't have mourning clothes, just give me a piece of yellow paper." The strange ghost master 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 have no right 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.

It was a pair of small, even unformed hands.

Covered in mud, arms dirty.

Subsequently.

A baby's little head, with no eyes open, poked out from behind this 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.

He hasn't been killed yet, which means the ghost just appeared on his body and didn't attack him.

Because no one knows what this ghost’s killing pattern is.

Any move you make may be targeted by this evil ghost.

Although this ghost is just an unformed baby image, ghost masters all know that the horror of a ghost does not depend on its appearance.

The strange ghost controller broke into a cold sweat. He looked at Yang Jian and asked for help.

Yang Jian was now wearing dirty, tattered mourning clothes, holding a cracked spear, with one ghost eye open, staring at the baby who had not yet appeared.

unconsciously.

Ghost Eyes regained his sight.

The sense of oppression belonging to the ancient house disappeared, and he could even use the ghost realm.

"Keeping this thing is a scourge. If it grows up like the ghost baby, it will be terrible. Solving it first may be able to kill a horrific supernatural event in advance." Yang Jian's arm holding the spear moved slightly.

Suddenly.

The ghostly realm of ghost eyes appears instantly.

Without any reservation, the sixth level ghost realm was opened directly.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

The ghost realm instantly covered the strange ghost master, and everything around him seemed to be suspended.

Three seconds.

Three seconds later.

The ghost realm disappeared instantly.

Yang Jian's spear also left his hand.

on the wall behind you.

A cracked spear penetrated directly through the head of an unformed baby, nailing it to the wall.

Coffin nail suppression is absolute.

Although only one ghost can be nailed at a time, so far, no matter how terrifying the nailed ghost is, there is no way to break free.

The unformed baby seemed to be dead, its hands and feet hanging limply, without any sign of movement.

"Successful."

Everyone was shocked.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost had disappeared from the ghost master and was nailed to the wall.

"This Yang Jian, if he is really serious, he will kill him as soon as he strikes, without giving him any time to react. Everyone at the captain level is indeed a pervert. It is a miracle that the ghost controller can reach this point." Fan Xing was also horrified to see this.

Although I have seen Yang Jian take action.

But this scene is even more terrifying.

An expert knows the way.

He didn't even see any trace of Yang Jian's action just now, so the matter was over.

"It took me so much effort, but this damn thing is worth it." Yang Jian strode over, preparing to retrieve the spear.

But at this time.

"Wow wow wow"

A series of strange cries suddenly echoed in the ancient house. They were the cries of a baby.

Yang Jian stopped, his expression suddenly changed, and he stared at the baby on the wall.

The baby didn't move.

But the cry is still there.

And since the source of the sound could not be found, it was only certain that the object making the cry was inside the ancient house.

"Are you kidding me? Even if a ghost is nailed by me, there will still be supernatural phenomena. Could it be that this is not the source of the ghost?" Yang Jian took off the cracked spear and looked at the ghost with the nail in the coffin, his eyes flickered.

The strange baby's cry was very loud, but it also had an unspeakable ferocity.

It seemed as if this evil ghost was angered.

Yang Jian didn't take down the body. Besides being worried, there was another reason.

That's why he doesn't seem to be worried about this fierce ghost now.

He looked in the direction of the patio.

I don't know when, on the left and right sides of the patio, there were two more paper figures wearing black clothes. The paper figures were pale, their eyes were open, their pupils were black, and they were turning left and right from time to time.

besides.

There were many scattered footprints in the corridor of the hall.

There were also some dirty marks on the walls, which seemed to be stained with blackened soil.

The cold wind poured into the ancient house, and the air was filled with a rotten smell.

It's like the smell of digging trees before.

And the dangers are far more than that. Yang Jian peeked with ghostly eyes and even saw terrifying figures standing in the front yard.

Those figures are all wearing black clothes, some are big and some are small, some are tall and some are short.

And these strange people were not stationary, but began to move towards the ancient house.

"We can't stay here any longer. Go to the red coffin in the back hall." Yang Jian's expression changed and he immediately retreated.

This situation is no longer something they can handle.

Yang Jian couldn't even dismember these ghosts with a hatchet like the day before yesterday.

Because the number is too terrifying.

Even if the ghost is dismembered, the supernatural phenomena produced may kill everyone.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to survive today. This kind of quantity is simply not something that the Ghost Controller can handle. Even if all the captains from the headquarters arrive, I'm afraid they will all be buried here." Zhou Deng was heartbroken when he saw this. A chill.

He thought there were enough ghosts on the bus.

However, it pales in comparison to this ancient house.

Without any hesitation, he directly picked up the human skin mask and put it on, transforming his identity into a ghost.

As long as his identity changes, he can blend in among the evil spirits and not be attacked by them.

Even if he is targeted by a fierce ghost, he will be fine.

Because after putting on the mask, it is his identity as a ghost that is attacked by evil spirits, not his identity as a living person.

This change of identity allows him to survive in any dangerous place.

After Zhou Deng put on the mask, his breath was cold and terrifying, and he looked like a completely different person. He stood beside the wall of the lobby, motionless, planning to get through today like this.

aside.

Yang Xiaohua floated quietly, breathless.

The Eagle was more thorough. He found a corner and sat down, directly placing the two dice on the ground, his expression as normal.

He was cursed by the music box and could play dice with the ghosts here for a day.

It doesn’t matter if you win or lose, the main thing is to pass the time.

Others dare not do this, because without such strong life-saving means, even wearing mourning clothes does not necessarily ensure that they are safe.

So another preparation is needed.

Back to the coffin,

But while everyone was taking action, the strange ghost controller made no movement.

He stood there, his breath cold and motionless.