In fact, the first ghost He Tianxiong controlled was not the thing that was stepping on his shoulders, but the piece gradually eroding his flesh and blood. At that time, he watched his body rot little by little every day, and things that did not belong to him grew little by little. The life of being tortured but unable to die was his nightmare in his life.

However, this kind of curse-like thing appears on one's own body but is not entirely a bad thing.

He Tianxiong discovered a very strange situation, that is, he would never die again.

He jumped over the building, his head broke and even was sent to the crematorium. However, he woke up at night, and his broken head healed magically, but the bad thing was that there were more rotten parts on his body.

In addition, He Tianxiong also discovered a situation.

If you encounter a ghost, then the ghost will never attack your rotten place. Even if you encounter an attack, you will not suffer any harm.

However, this doesn't seem to be of use unless the whole body is rotten and the dead flesh and blood grows.

But I must have died at that time.

But after he controlled the second ghost, the situation improved.

The ghost stepping on his shoulder successfully delayed the speed of his body's decay. He could clearly see that the little bit below his shoulder was full of his own healthy flesh and blood. This erosion regressed in front of the dead feet stepping on his shoulders.

According to He Tianxiong's idea, as long as the head does not rot and the body does not matter, after all, consciousness is the most important.

"Can this body block this guy's attack?" He Tianxiong looked at his unparalleled body, but he still didn't have much confidence.

Unless the ghost stepping on his shoulders walks down.

But Yang Jian knew his shortcomings, and his ghost was useless now.

Bang!

There was another loud noise, and the door was concave again, the crack of the door was no longer closed, and a gap appeared. The safe house he had spent a lot of money to build was broken in just two strokes.

Along the crack of the crack in the door, a shaking black shadow gradually penetrated in and gradually spread out.

"It's Yang Jian's shadow." He Tianxiong's eyes shrank.

He also read Yang Jian's information and knew that his shadow was also a ghost. Although the specific information of this ghost was not clear, as long as it was a ghost, the threat to him would be extremely huge.

"He didn't even want to open the door. He planned to kill me with this ghost? This thing can't be killed." He Tianxiong could only put down the gun that he had found from somewhere in his hand.

He didn't even show his face, so he didn't give himself any chance to turn the tables.

This Yang Jian was so cautious.

After the ghost shadow penetrated in, it gradually began to compress the space in this small room. He Tianxiong had no ghost realm, so he had no choice but to watch the strange black shadow gradually approaching him.

soon.

His feet had no foothold and stepped on the black shadow.

Just by contact, He Tianxiong felt a coldness that penetrated his bone marrow from his feet. He felt that the black shadow was gradually invading his body. After just contact, his legs completely lost consciousness and began to be out of control. His body was quickly taken away.

"Yang Jian, are you really not going to let me go?"

He Tianxiong shouted in horror: "I'm dead, you're in trouble after the resurrection of the evil spirit. We have no hatred, there is no need to fight for this."

As he spoke, his waist had lost consciousness, but his empty chest had not been invaded. It was the second ghost in his body, and the ghost seemed to be hindered.

But what made He Tianxiong feel was that his legs below his waist began to move on their own, and his body was being pulled apart bit by bit.

I couldn't feel any pain, but it was clearly a sign of being dismembered.

"I told you that you will wait for five minutes and I will consider reconciliation. There are still dozens of seconds left, but I believe this time is enough." Yang Jian's voice sounded outside the door, and he still didn't miss it.

He Tianxiong felt extremely desperate at this moment. He knew that if this continued, he would only be killed by Yang Jian little by little. Although he was unhappy in his death, the result could not be changed, and he would not even give himself a chance to fight to the death.

This guy knew his situation clearly and was so severe that he was very nervous.

It’s all because of these idiots in the circle of friends. If there weren’t any problems there, even if he faced this ghostly eye, Yang Jian wouldn’t have lost so badly.

I think I, He Tianxiong, was considered the number one person in the circle after I controlled the second ghost, but I died so frustrated.

He Tianxiong gritted his teeth and looked at the ghost stepping on his shoulder. His body was being dismembered, but the ghost still didn't move.

But at this moment.

A vibrating came from the private cell phone in my pocket.

"Um?"

Yang Jian frowned. He took out his cell phone and looked at it. He didn't want to answer the phone at this time, but after seeing the caller ID, he still chose to connect.

"Hey. Is it Yang Jian?" A young girl's voice came from the phone, with a little restrained and hesitant.

"It's me, what's wrong with Miao Xiaoshan? Call me so late?" Yang Jian replied.

This is his junior high school to high school classmate, Miao Xiaoshan, who studied in this city after the last college entrance examination.

"Are you very busy now?" Miao Xiaoshan asked softly on the phone.

Yang Jian looked at the sunken door in front of him: "It's nothing, I'm planning to go to bed."

"Although this is not appropriate to say this at this time, if you have time tonight, can you come to my school dormitory to have a look? I have a friend in the same dormitory missing." Miao Xiaoshan's tone revealed a hint of nervousness.

Yang Jian said; "If you disappear, you should report the case."

"I think this is not as simple as an ordinary disappearance. My intuition tells me that it may have something to do with that thing." Miao Xiaoshan said in a suppressed voice.

"Do you think it's a supernatural incident?" Yang Jian's tone was very calm. For people like him, dealing with supernatural incidents has become commonplace.

Miao Xiaoshan said: "Well, but I can't be sure, so I want to find you."

"When did your friend disappear, where have you been before, and have you done anything?" Yang Jian asked.

The probability of supernatural events occurring for no reason is very small, and most of them are signs.

For example, the ghost knocking incident and the ghost baby incident he experienced at the beginning...but these details will be subconsciously ignored.

"She was missing today. I can be sure that she had never left school. She went to the art gallery in the morning and brought back an oil painting. After that, she disappeared and didn't take the phone with her..." Miao Xiaoshan said.

Art gallery, oil painting?

When Yang Jian heard these two words, his face changed immediately.

"Leave that painting and find an empty place to wait for me."

"I see."

Upon hearing such a reminder, Miao Xiaoshan immediately revealed a look of fear in his tone.

She was a person who had undergone a supernatural incident. From Yang Jian's words, she could clearly judge that the oil painting placed in the dormitory that was only separated from her by the same bed... There is a problem.

In the room.

He Tianxiong also heard Yang Jian calling, and he hurriedly said, "Yang Jian, five minutes have come, you must keep your promise."

However, no one answered him outside the door, only a footstep that was about to leave quickly came, and at the same time, the ghost that invaded his body also retreated like a tide and disappeared into the room along the crack of the door.

Outside the door, it was quiet.

"Let me go, have you given up killing me?" He Tianxiong was almost weak, and he was slumped on the ground and panting, feeling his body that was regaining consciousness, feeling an indescribable kind of gratitude.

He knew it was not that Yang Jian could not kill him, nor was it a matter of time, but that person who made the phone call.

In Yang Jian's opinion, his life is not as useful as the person who calls.

"I will never want to face this guy again. Now I understand Jiang Shangbai's fear of him."
Chapter completed!