Sure enough, things evolved like this, and even ordinary people began to perceive the danger and terror shrouded under the haze of Dachang City.

It is not surprising that Wang Bin's family would make such a decision.

Yang Jian is not a stingy person, and if others take the risk to ask for the door, he will not easily refuse.

"It's just Uncle Wang, Aunt Wang, you have to know that this place is not absolutely safe, I can't give you any guarantees, and sooner or later there will be danger here, I hope you can be prepared." Yang Jian said.

"Of course, of course." Wang Bin said with a smile.

As long as Yang Jian agreed, he could see that although this community was a little out of the way, far away from the city center, he went around when he came at noon and found that many big bosses in Dachang City didn't know when they gathered here.

Not to mention anything else, it can be seen from the various luxury cars parked in the community.

"Then you can sit down for a while, I still have some things to do, if you have any needs, you can go to Jiang Yan." Yang Jian said.

He didn't have the heart to take care of other people now, and he still had a lot of things to deal with, so after exchanging a few words, he handed it over to Jiang Yan for arrangement.

Fortunately, my relatives do not live in Dachang City, otherwise there are more people to take care of.

Because of running around for several days, coupled with some actions, Yang Jian's current state is not very good, in addition to being tired, his body has also begun to be at a very delicate point.

This time, in order to use the ghost domain under the suppressed situation, the degree of stimulation of the ghost eye recovery is a bit deep, and it has already faced the point of being uncontrollable.

Although now the balance is restored.

But Yang Jian felt that he would definitely not be able to use the power of the ghost casually for a period of time in the future.

"It's a failure."

In the bathroom, the warm water washed down, and Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh.

He looked at his body, and he didn't know when the skin in some places began to show a little blue-black, especially the shoulder next to him, where the ghost baby of the fourth stage was caught, and there was an extremely clear dark blue palm print, which was exactly the same as the palm print on Wang Shanshan's wrist at the beginning, but this one was a little bigger.

The appearance of the palm print means that he is also cursed.

"With my current situation, if I come into contact with the fourth stage ghost baby, there is only a dead end."

Yang Jian rubbed his somewhat bruised shoulder, looking at the blue-black palm print that could not be washed away, his face was very heavy.

"The curse has been imprinted on my body, although it may be possible to exorcise it with the power of the ghost eye, but now I'm afraid I can't bear the price of using the ghost eye, although there is no ghost to find it now, but it is only a matter of time, but I have the ghost mirror, and I have a chance to resurrect......"

Think of ghost mirrors.

Yang Jian looked at a small gold box next to the bathroom.

It contained the dark brown piece of vellum.

This human skin paper contains a very dangerous method of controlling the ghosts, which he would never consider using anyway, but now, at the end of the road, any method is worth trying.

Including this.

Stared at the parchment for a long time.

I don't know why Yang Jian has a strange feeling.

The handwriting on the human skin seemed to lure itself towards the path it had paved.

It shows itself what is going to come, that it rejected it at the time, and then at some point it turns out exactly the same as it reveals.

Is it a psychological suggestion in science, or is it really predictable of the future.

Or ...... It controls your future.

"Let's rest for a few days, build a safe house, get the way out, and then think about other things." Yang Jian finally withdrew his gaze and didn't look at the human skin.

Although this thing is very weird, in fact, there are not many people who know about the existence of human skin paper.

Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan, Miao Xiaoshan and several other surviving classmates have seen it, but they didn't think much about it, Jiang Yan has also seen it.

But this thing must not be seen by Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming has a deep study of ghosts, and even does not hesitate to change the file for the sake of a ghost coffin to ensure that the news is not transmitted abroad, which means that the existence of the ghost coffin is likely to have the ability to change the current pattern, but this human skin paper is even more special, so far it is the only ghost that is harmless and temporarily beneficial to the user.

Just when Yang Jian was worried and worried about the future.

Now.

In the same hospital building where they had operated before.

"Bang~! Bang~! Bang~! ”

The haze shrouded the dead silence of the hospital at this moment clearly echoed with the sound of some kind of metal colliding and knocking.

The sound is not hurried, it is like a machine at work, the rhythm has never changed, and anyone with experience in this field can judge that this frequency is definitely not something that can be made by man.

If you follow the sound deep into the hospital, you will eventually find the source of the sound on the sixteenth floor of the hospital.

It was a ward, a room that lacked half a wall.

The percussion sound is still ringing, it seems to be getting louder and louder, and the sound quality has also changed slightly, from time to time there is a click, click sound, as if something has been knocked out of shape, or even about to break.

I don't know how long it took, but with a crunch of metal tearing.

The beating in the darkness stopped.

Everything seemed to be calm again, and the hospital was once again dead silent.

In the ward where the source of the sound was, an incomparably solid golden box had become shapeless at the moment, and the originally sealed box was completely opened at this time.

There was nothing inside.

I don't know when a vague figure suddenly appeared, standing in front of the glass wall next to the ward, motionless.

No, it's not inactive.

The lower jaw of the humanoid silhouette in the dim darkness was squirming slightly, as if a person was chewing something, a little reluctantly, but with relish, I don't know what to eat so bite, as if I couldn't chew it anymore.

Suddenly.

Something fell out of the thing's mouth.

Like food scraps.

But after falling to the ground, as the surrounding black and cyan haze rolled, a gap was revealed, and it could be clearly seen that it was a black, curved nail, I don't know if it was an illusion, and the remaining knuckles on the nail twitched a few times.

About half an hour passed.

The figure on the glass wall stopped chewing, presumably eating something, and reached out with both hands to fetch a piece of clothing.

It was an old, not like a modern style shroud, like an old man who had entered the earth would only wear it.

The emaciated body seemed to be a little out of line with the dress, but the man seemed to be satisfied, and put it on seriously and slowly, and when he was done, the man showed a strange smile on the glass wall, and a row of hideous teeth in the man's mouth was faintly visible through the reflection of the glass.

It's all done.

"Tread, tread~!"

The sound of leather shoes walking on the floor tiles was heard, and the man walked out of the hospital room and gradually disappeared into the dark corridor.

And where it was before.

A gnawed, somewhat shapeless head rolled off the bed next to it.

Through the dim light floating from the window, he could vaguely identify that this head seemed to be the dead Ye Feng before.

The head rolled into the black and cyan haze, and was finally swallowed by the haze.

When the haze lifted, the head disappeared.

There is nothing left.

It's just that the surrounding haze is even thicker.

And in the toilet of this ward, Sun Yi's body, who had lost the lower half of his body, was still lying here, the blood had frozen at the moment, and the dead eyes had not yet closed, but he was destined to be forgotten, and in the end he would only rot silently in this corner where no one found it.

No one will come to inspect the body for him, and no one will remember it.

Like a broken arm left in the corridor outside the ward, although the gold watch on the wrist of the broken arm was still ticking and ticking, the owner of the arm was gone.

These mutilated corpses, and the congealed blood on the ground, can prove that there was once a horror that ordinary people could not imagine here.

And the horror continues.

Death still hovers over the city, and it spreads.

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