Tong Qian is ready to fight to the death.

She understood that it was already difficult for her to get out of here, and she was already thinking about delaying the time for these survivors to see if they could be lucky enough to wait for the rescue.

But Yang Jian's sudden appearance made her feel surprised.

"You are... Ghost Eye Detective, Yang Jian?" Tong Qian looked at the man in the corner holding a candle and a hideous ghost eye showed on his forehead.

"Have you read my file?" Yang Jian didn't find it strange.

The criminal police files are shared, and each criminal police are qualified to check the files of other criminal police officers, with the purpose of understanding each other and checking and balancing each other.

Tong Qian said; "I have seen the files of several ghost drivers in Dachang City on the way here, including yours, because you are the only ghost driver who has experienced ghost knocking so far and is still alive. Are you here to support me?"

"It's not considered to be here to support me. Someone agreed to my conditions and asked me to come here to save people. I think the detective who was stupid to rush into the ghost realm should be you."

Yang Jian said, "I have seen all the previous situations. I didn't want to show up. I let you guys die in the ghost realm like this. After I go back, I can report to Zhao Jianguo. I believe no one can find out that I will not save you. But your behavior just now seems familiar, and I think it's better to pull you."

Tong Qian's self-sacrifice to save people reminded him of Zhou Zheng.

Only then did Yang Jian be willing to show up to help her.

"How can you do this?" Tong Qian said annoyed.

"Why can't I do this?"

Yang Jian said calmly, holding a candle and walking step by step: "Supernatural incidents cannot be solved by personal heroes. Anyone will die if they are involved, including me. I can guarantee not to harm others, and I cannot guarantee to save others. I admit that your behavior just now is noble and great, and is a heroine."

"But what afterward?"

"You will die, they will die, and there will be an extra female ghost here, which is the worst result."

"Solving supernatural incidents is a desperate task, and becoming a criminal policeman requires the awareness of sacrificing at any time." Tong Qian said.

Yang Jian said, "You tell me this is useless, you have to tell it."

He pointed, and the old man knocking outside the door.

"Dong, dun dong ~!"

The knock on the door continues, and the survivors are still dying.

At this speed, everyone here will soon die, including Tong Qian.

If a group of people knock on the door when facing ghosts, it is random and a person will be chosen to die at random, but the chance of the ghost driver being selected will be very low.

"Okay, don't say anything more. Save people quickly. If this continues, all the rest will die. If there is anything we have to leave here and talk about it." Tong Qian said in panic on her face.

"What I rely on saving people is not to rely on the door to make people laugh, but to rely on relationships. Look and learn well. How do I do it?" Yang Jian strode over and said.

Tong Qian's face turned black.

This guy actually said he was laughing.

However, Yang Jian's words made her a little confused.

relation?

What does this mean?

"Grandpa, don't knock on me, give me some face and let these people go." Yang Jian walked to the glass door with the ghost candle in his hand and said.

The ghost fire on the ghost candle emits a turquoise light.

It covers the surrounding distance of about three meters.

When the candlelight approached the old man, the stiff and thin palm stopped knocking on the door again, and at the same time, the stiff body slowly retreated.

This ghost was forced back by candlelight.

"This is OK?"

Tong Qian opened her eyes wide and her face was full of disbelief.

Is this ghost the dead grandfather of Yang Jian? Is it really possible that the ghost will not hurt people like him?

No, not right.

It's that candle.

Tong Qian's eyes stopped on the scarlet candle again.

The strange candlelight swayed in the darkness, as if the shadows of countless evil ghosts were reflected.

"Professor Bruce Pi's things are very useful. Even the knocking ghosts forced them to retreat, but the candle burning speed has accelerated." Yang Jian looked at the ghost candle in his hand.

When I lit the ghost candle before, I couldn't burn it anyway, and there was no movement at all, but now.

He saw the candle burning and decreasing significantly, and the closer it gets to the old man, the faster it burns.

"One minute, I will only give you one minute to leave here. This is my limit. How many people can I save? It depends on you." Yang Jian turned around and said, "The door is there, where I appeared before, many things in the ghost realm have been changed. If you see it at your eyes, it may not be true."

"I see."

Tong Qian seized this safety period and shouted immediately, "If you want to survive, follow me, the exit is here."

However, there are many people who have mental breakdown among the survivors, and I don’t know how many people they can listen to Tong Qian’s words, and how many people will follow the instructions.

But Yang Jian didn't care about all this.

He looked at the old man standing outside the candlelight, in the shadow, with a serious look.

This is the second time I have seen this old man again.

When I saw it again, it still made people feel so creepy, but I had a deep hostility towards this ghost Yang Jian, and it could even be said to be hatred.

It killed too many of its classmates and almost killed itself.

"How can I lock you up, the old guy?" Yang Jian murmured.

"It doesn't matter, there will be opportunities in the future. If I have the Ghost Realm, as long as I am vigilant, it is impossible to die in your hands. Moreover, you are a double-edged sword to me, and you will still be able to use you in the future."

"It's almost time, grandpa, goodbye."

He looked at the time on his phone for more than a minute and ten seconds had passed.

It's timeout.

Without hesitation, he turned around and left with the ghost candle.

Just as he turned and left, the candlelight retreated.

The old man came over again.

"Don't curl up here, go quickly, get up and leave here with me."

"Stop crying, it will be too late if you don't leave."

"What are you doing on the ground? Why don't you stand up quickly?"

Tong Qian was extremely anxious.

The terror attacked. The psychological quality of these people living in the city was too poor. They either screamed in collapse or shivered in the corner, and some were so scared that they were limp on the ground.

"Yang Jian, wait a little longer, wait a moment, there are still people who haven't followed." She hurriedly shouted when she saw Yang Jian lifting the candle and preparing to leave.

"No problem, I'll go out and wait for you." Yang Jian agreed readily.

Tong Qian was both angry and anxious.

If you leave, they will be lost in the ghost realm again and will surely die at that time.

"Do you want to stay with them?" Yang Jian asked again.

Tong Qian urged her several more times, and only two or three people barely stood up, but there were still many people who could not take care of them all.

Seeing the green candlelight getting farther and farther away, it seemed that Yang Jian could not stay for these survivors for a while.

Once he leaves, not only the remaining survivors, but even she will die here.

"If you don't leave, you will die. You can do whatever you want." Tong Qian shouted angrily, then turned around and left, pulling several survivors to follow quickly.

Once the person leaves.

The candlelight goes away.

Darkness came again, covering the place.

The knocking sound echoed in the store again, crying and screaming gradually became rare, and finally disappeared completely, and everything returned to death.

Finally, the knock on the door disappeared.

The old man shrouded in the darkness outside the door also turned around and left slowly.
Chapter completed!