early morning.

Yang Jian opened his eyes and woke up from the bed.

He lived in this world for another day, but he did not have the energy to welcome a new day, because it meant that his survival time was reduced.

The countdown to life continues.

Fortunately, he was able to withstand the huge pressure of this death and would not be mentally broken down like others because of this pressure.

"Now the mutual restraint of ghosts in my body has reached a certain limit, and it seems that some lost emotions have come back." Yang Jian pondered, and his slightly red eyes glanced at his side.

A mature, gentle woman curled up in her arms and was sleeping soundly.

Yang Jian didn't say anything. He pushed the woman away, sat up, looked up and looked out the window.

The sun shines in, adding a warmth to the slightly chilling house.

Today is a good weather.

"Are you getting up so early? Don't you have a rest?"

Zhang Liqin woke up, she stretched out her fair arm and put it on the man, trying to keep her.

Yang Jian said: "My physical condition is different from that of ordinary people. I don't need to sleep for a long time."

Zhang Liqin stood up, her blushing face pressed against Yang Jian's back, hugged her, feeling the coldness coming from her bones, which could not be dispelled by her body temperature.

"Then can't you spend more time with me? After all, I'm your woman."

Her tone was gentle, with a bit of lazy charm.

"You just belong to me now. When I die, you will have a new life, a new relationship, or even a new man. This day will not be too long, maybe next year will be enough, because most ghost drivers have short lives, and I am no exception, even if you want to stop."

Yang Jian's tone was stiff and cold.

Zhang Liqin immediately hugged Yang Jian tighter, and she said, "I'm not that kind of person. I'm willing to do anything for you."

"Time will dilute everything. Whether you or Jiang Yan, you are just ordinary people who are grouping together to keep warm. What you rely on is just a little survival fire on me. Once this fire light is extinguished, you will naturally leave and then look for new fire light to continue relying on."

Yang Jian turned to her and said, "So strictly speaking, we are just taking each other's needs, just like a transaction, and it is a very short transaction."

"Ordinary people may have two or three years of dating for a longer period of time, and the transaction between us cannot even cross this time."

"You don't need to do anything for me, you just need to do your job well when I'm still alive. When I die, you will get a lot of money and start over, and so will Jiang Yan."

Zhang Liqin was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Yang Jian to think so.

No wonder Jiang Yan has been lukewarm for the past six months after following him.

Because Yang Jian thought from the bottom of his heart that he and he would not be able to last for a long time and would soon be separated due to death, Yang Jian would not spend too much time and feelings on himself and Jiang Yan.

The root is crooked.

How could there be a result?

"You really don't understand women at all."

Zhang Liqin was very sad. She wanted to cry, but found that she was not qualified to cry.

Because she couldn't convince Yang Jian that she could be his woman forever.

"It doesn't matter whether I understand it or not. What's important is that I'm not going to live long, and my crisis will come soon. I can feel that you should be very clear about the last starving ghost incident. At that time, I almost died, but I was lucky enough to survive. I have experienced such a crisis more than once, but not every time I have such good luck."

"Only once again, I will die completely."

Yang Jian said calmly.

"I know your hardships and pains. I just want to ask you, do you hate me?" Zhang Liqin asked.

Yang Jian said: "You are just ordinary women. You have your own strengths, good figures, beautiful people, serious work, and motivated. Of course, you also have your own weaknesses, lack of security, love money, vanity, and a little tricky...but this is normal."

"Because this is considered a human being."

"It is impossible for a perfect woman without shortcomings to exist only in fantasy, so I don't hate you."

Zhang Liqin pursed her lips and plucked up the courage and said, "Yang Jian, I've decided."

"What did you decide?" Yang Jian asked.

"I'm going to give you a baby."

Zhang Liqin said boldly. After she said that, she felt her face blushed and her heart was beating.

Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and he turned around to look at her, and at the same time he looked a little thoughtful.

No matter what mood and purpose Zhang Liqin said, this reminded him a little.

"You can do this before you can talk about it."

Yang Jian did not refuse, replied casually and stood up and left.

Instead of going to the company, he came to the No. 1 safe house to pick up some things.

He wants to prepare for his next survival.

The safe house No. 1 is small, and there are some supernatural objects and imprisoned ghosts.

There are ghost mirrors, ghost skeletons on Wang Xiaoqiang's body, and the grave soil separated from Feng Quan's body. Of course, there are old newspapers stained with blood, weird music boxes, red embroidered shoes, slaughter dolls, ghost candles, ghost porcelain... some special weapons.

In addition, he also had strange hatchets and coffin nails in his hand.

Strictly speaking, he has many resources in his personal hands, even a little rich.

However, everything represents one terrifying and supernatural event after another that Yang Jian experienced.

Getting these things comes at a price.

"Ghost Eyes is on the verge of recovery, and the messenger mission of the Ghost Post Office is still continuing, so for the sake of safety, I have to bring a music box." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he took off a golden box.

After opening.

An old music box of red paint was presented to you.

Before it was opened, a cold breath enveloped the surroundings.

Yang Jian subconsciously recalled the terrifying and weird ringtone in his mind.

The curse of the music box is very tricky.

When he went to Dahai City before, he didn't take it, just because he was afraid that he could not help but use it.

If this thing is turned on again, Yang Jian doesn't think he can survive.

The spirit position is gone and has been eaten by the ghost boy.

It is almost impossible to repeat Wang Xiaoming's experiment.

Although the ghost child also has the ability to transfer consciousness, don’t forget that the ghost child himself is an alien. If Yang Jian opens the music box again and the consciousness is transferred, he will lack a carrier.

And this vector requires supernatural photos.

In other words, Yang Jian also wanted a living person to be photographed by a ghost camera as a substitute to resist the curse of the music box.

At the same time, the ghosts in your body also need to be suppressed.

However.

Even if these conditions are met, the problem is that the ghost eye is revived and the curse of the music box is solved, and the recovery problem is still there.

This is also a dead end.

Unless... Yang Jian looked at the rusty coffin nail.

Unless you end up with a coffin nailing yourself, letting all the ghosts in your body fall asleep, including the curse of the music box.

Various thoughts emerged in my mind.

Yang Jian felt that every plan was not feasible and had fatal flaws.

And this flaw is ultimately due to the revival of the evil spirit.

"Take the music box, bring the old blood-stained newspaper, and also a slap doll, and a white ghost candle... The ghost porcelain is still very useful at critical moments, and I also bring it with me. Now I don't have the ability, so I have to rely on these things to survive."

Yang Jian sighed helplessly.

I am consuming a lot of resources.

It feels like chopping wood for thousands of days and burning it in one day.

"The headquarters still owe me three red ghost candles and the ghost scissors. I turned around and urged me to urge me, hoping that they would send it as soon as possible." Yang Jian thought that he had another foreign debt that he had not recovered.

After some rectification.

He was about to leave the safe house.

But at the end, he couldn't help but uncover the black cloth covering the ghost mirror.

A transparent mirror is presented in front of Yang Jian.

There is a crack on the mirror, which is the trace left by the conflict between the evil ghost and the ghost mirror when he hanged himself.

However, Yang Jian didn't care about this, he looked in the mirror.

I have no shadow.
To be continued...