Yang Jian didn't think for a long time, and it was not the first time that he made a choice in this urgency, it had happened several times before, and he had his own way of judging.

At this time, Russell's voice came from outside, and told him that the ghost outside had moved.

It is not difficult to know from Russell Yi's words that the ghost outside has indeed acted again, and no one knows whether this action will have any inevitable relationship with Xiong Wenwen's subsequent death.

But from the current situation, it can be analyzed that Xiong Wenwen's death is mostly inseparable from the ghost outside.

Because there's only one ghost around.

"Russell Yi, you don't have to be so nervous and afraid, if you really encounter a ghost, you don't have to run, you have to hide, we are all ghost riders, in essence, we are also a kind of alternative ghost, if I don't gain anything this time, the ghost outside is our next target." ”

"It may be the source of the human head balloon incident in Zhongshan City, and it is also under consideration. ”

Yang Jian walked out of the room with Zhao Lei's body on his back, his face was calm and he was not panicked at all.

Russell was taken aback when he heard his words, "What? We're going to deal with that ghost?" Forget it, that thing doesn't look easy to mess with, let's leave it alone, if we don't get it right by contacting the ghost, we'll die, I've already experienced this kind of thing, and I don't want to do it again." ”

To be able to become a ghost master, he has also experienced life and death.

It is precisely because of the experience that I am afraid, and it is rare to think that Yang Jian can overcome his fear and wander in the reality of a fierce man who can wander in supernatural events.

"Sometimes you may not be able to act, don't forget that you are also targeted by ghosts, if you calculate the time, once Xiong Wenwen dies, you will also die five minutes after his death. Yang Jian said as he walked over, "The ghost has already set its sights on you, but you don't know it yet." ”

"By the time it actually gets its hands dirty, it's too late. ”

Looking at the living room, Lin Luomei was holding a ghost candle in her hand at the moment, which had been lit.

The green flames danced, enveloping her and Xiong Wenwen inside.

Yang Jian didn't need the two of them to do much on this trip, they only needed to live to help them search for the source and avoid danger, so it was particularly important to put the ghost candle on them to protect their safety.

"I'm going to get something in another room, do you want to stay here and wait for me to come back, or do you want to come with me? ”

Xiong Wenwen replied without thinking about it: "I won't stay here with her, I want to go with you, stay here with them, maybe my corpse will be cold when you come back, hurry, take me out of here." ”

"In that case, let's go together, Lin Luomei, take the ghost candle and lead Xiong Wenwen with me. ”

Yang Jian didn't say a word, and walked out with Zhao Lei's body on his back.

Lin Luomei's palm trembled slightly with the ghost candle, but she still followed with her head stiff, she didn't understand why Yang Jian had to go out when there were ghosts outside, but she couldn't make the decision in this situation, she could only obey Yang Jian's orders.

At this time, if you don't obey the order, the end will definitely be very miserable.

"Russell One, get out of the way, we're getting out of here. Yang Jian said.

"Big brother, think clearly, there is a ghost walking towards us outside, and if you don't get it, you will die. Russell said in a trembling tone at this moment, and his eyes revealed incomparable fear.

"I have my considerations. Yang Jian said with a cold face: "Come with me, you can all live, if you don't listen to me, I won't be responsible if you die." ”

Russell Yi also had no choice, although he regretted coming with him, but Yang Jian did not force him to participate in this incident, he came over voluntarily, and now he can only open the door with a sad face.

Yang Jian didn't say a word, and walked out with Zhao Lei's body on his back.

"Where are we going? The ghost blocked the way. Russell's flashlight was still shining on the tall man in the distance.

The tall figure was still walking towards this side with heavy steps without hurry.

The smell of corpses in the air was even stronger.

The thing in the distance was alive with a corpse walking.

But if it's just a simple corpse, it's fine, this is clearly a terrifying ghost with an unknown level, just wait for a certain condition to be met, and all of them may die in the hands of this thing.

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's head stared at the thing through the dim corridor.

A black and stinky face, eyes that kept flowing corpse water, wearing an old coat, and the tall and burly body, this was like a ghost running out of the depths of hell, wandering aimlessly in this narrow aisle, blocking the aisle that was not too wide.

And right now, it's facing here, and it's getting closer to this side step by step.

"That's right, this is the ghost I met on the second floor earlier. Yang Jian's expression moved, and he saw the footprints left behind the tall corpse.

The footprints are not black, they are only stained with the corpse water flowing from the body, and after decaying, they form black footprints.

However, the footprints were the same shape and size as they were when they first entered and exited the Caesars Hotel.

"What's that?"

Suddenly, he saw the ghost holding something in one of his hands.

A kitchen knife.

No, it shouldn't be said to be a kitchen knife, although the shape is very similar, it is appropriate to say that it is a firewood knife, which is basically similar to the kind of firewood used to chop firewood in the countryside.

Rusty, full of chips, it seems to have been buried in the soil for many years, and there is still some special dirt left on it.

"It's the first time I've seen a ghost with a knife in his hand. Yang Jian felt a pang in his heart.

His instincts told him that the rusty wood knife was definitely not simple.

Because among the ghosts he has seen, there has never been a ghost holding a weapon in his hand, even if the ghost rope is essentially just a hanging rope, it is a common item, but the wood knife is biased towards a special weapon.

There are so many supernatural events that Yang Jian has experienced with similar items, and he has only seen them once in the archives of the headquarters.

That is Dachang City, the coffin nail used to nail a tall figure in the mysterious room in the basement of Hongbo Temple.

The coffin nail is similar to this hatchet, and it is also a rusty iron tool.

But how useful are coffin nails?

The source of the S-class supernatural event, the existence of the code name Hungry Ghost was directly nailed to death by Yang Jian with a coffin nail, and he lost his mobility.

"Big brother, don't look at it, the time is coming soon, whether to go or run, say a word, that thing is going this way, you are not afraid of death, I am afraid of death, Lin Luomei and I can't be killed here by you." As soon as Russell grabbed Yang Jian's hand, he almost knelt down and begged him.

If calling his father can save his life, he doesn't mind calling Dad Yang.

"Ghost killing is regular, this thing is very special, it doesn't have the characteristics of indiscriminate killing, it doesn't even have the characteristics of random killing, we see it, its action doesn't change, we don't die, from these I can conclude that this ghost must meet certain conditions to kill, and only kill one at a time. ”

Yang Jian said while carrying Zhao Lei's corpse and stepping back.

He needs to observe any actions of this ghost, so as to find out the killing pattern of this ghost and avoid this danger.

Looking at the rusty wood knife, Yang Jian felt that it was better not to provoke this thing.

At least not to provoke for now.

"Why are you so sure this thing only kills one person at a time?" Russell was shocked and suspicious.

He didn't know where Yang Jian got the information to judge so correctly.

"If the casualties caused by this ghost are too great, Zhongshan City would have died more than one person a long time ago, judging from the casualties of this incident, this ghost is also defined as C, restricted. Yang Jian still walked and retreated: "But the harm is not great, it does not mean that the danger is not great, this kind of ghost that often kills only one person at a time is the nightmare of the ghost master." ”

The dried corpse bride that the last time the supernatural bus encountered was this category.

Kill only one person at a time.

However, that person was killed in the three-layer ghost domain of Yang Jian, and even the weeping ghost could not kill the target of the dry corpse bride first.

It's a terrible horror.

"Hopefully this thing isn't as scary as I thought it was. Yang Jian said with a bit of self-comfort.

He is now carrying a group of rookies with him, and if he encounters a ghost of the level of a dried corpse bride, then death and injury are inevitable.

But just when everyone followed Yang Jian and continued to go deeper, constantly distancing themselves from the ghost behind them.

The time of death predicted by Xiong Wenwen before.

It's past 10 o'clock, and it's here.

Xiong Wenwen's cartoon watch immediately heard a ticking sound.

This is the time he set.

"Yang Jian, I, it's time for me to die. Xiong Wenwen looked at him with fear on his face, took Yang Jian's hand, and looked at him with wide eyes.

At the same time, the tall male corpse wandering in the corridor behind him stopped.

This is an anomaly.

Yang Jian, who had dealt with supernatural events many times, immediately realized it.

Xiong Wenwen's death was caused by this kind of ghost.

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine inside the Ghost Candle. Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "I believe that this thing made by Wang Xiaoming, as long as the ghost candle is not extinguished, no ghost can kill you." ”

Xiong Wenwen nodded, but the color of fear did not diminish in the slightest.

After all, he foresaw the outcome of his own death.

At this moment.

Yang Jian saw the tall male corpse again, and after stopping, the hand holding the rusty firewood knife slowly lifted up.

Probably halfway up to the waist.

This position, Yang Jian quickly compared it with the surroundings, which happened to be the place where Xiong Wenwen's neck was high.

"No, it won't. Yang Jian suddenly realized something, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

Next, the tall male corpse took the rusty, chipped-in wood knife in his hand and swung it into the air, as if slashing through the air.

The next moment.

The ghost candle in Lin Luomei's hand immediately burst into flames, like a basin of cold water poured into boiling oil.

The green ghost fire swelled rapidly.

A whole ghost candle was burning in an incredible way at the moment.

In just a moment's time, less than a tenth of the time remains.

Xiong Wenwen is not dead.