"Squeak!" Suddenly, the wooden recliner next to the small square table shook. Chen Yinjun's eyes shrank, he was not mistaken, the recliner just now was indeed shaking.

Immediately after that, under Chen Yinjun's gaze, the recliner began to shake slowly, slowly, one in front and one back, as if someone was really lying on it to rest at this moment.

In reality, however, there was nothing on the recliner at all.

"Sha, Sha, Sha~!"

"Zi~!" The strangeness of the chaise longue seemed to make the radio on the small square table adjust to the appropriate channel at once, receive the signal, and a strange pure music was played, or should I say a melody.

It is strange because the melodic intervals or chords that are played are extremely dissonant, and the melodic lines of the music sound like they are jumping in a zigzag pattern rather than progressing soothingly, which can cause people to feel extremely uncomfortable on the ears.

Chen Yinjun only felt that this piercing sound wave made his whole body tense, and his mind began to be restless, as if something was scratching the tip of his heart.

Chen Yinjun tried to block his ears, but there was still this strange melody lingering in his ears, this strange melody seemed to sound directly in Chen Yinjun's mind, and blocking his ears had no effect at all.

The melody is not very long, only about twenty seconds, and after it is finished, it seems to be stuck a few times before continuing to play in a loop, and the cycle repeats, and there seems to be no tendency to stop.

Although Chen Yinjun felt that this melody was very weird, after listening to it a few times, except for a little psychological discomfort, he did not find any other abnormalities in his body.

However, although the melody played on the old radio was extremely strange, what Chen Yinjun cared about the most was the recliner next to him.

On the swaying recliner at this moment, with the sound of a strange melody, a vague phantom appeared on the chaise longue, this phantom appeared when the old radio played a strange melody, as if the uncomfortable melody appeared to summon this phantom.

On the swaying chaise longue, the phantom figure couldn't see exactly what the face was, but I could still guess that it should be a woman, because she was wearing a red cheongsam, with a graceful posture, and a pair of delicate little hands casually rested on the armrests of the chaise longe.

The hands looked very pale, barely visible of blood, and there seemed to be a faint white light faintly refracted in such a dimly lit room.

It sounds a little mysterious, a shadowy phantom can still refract white light, but this is Chen Yinjun's most real feeling.

The ten fingers are clearly countable, the nails are on the long side, and the nails are painted red, which complements the red cheongsam he wears.

There is a pair of slender legs hidden under the close-fitting cheongsam, and a pair of small red cloth shoes are stepping on the bottom beam of the recliner under the feet, the small cloth shoes look quite new, but the style is a bit old, not like the style that modern people would wear.

The recliner swayed gently, if it weren't for being in such a dim and weird environment and the illusory figure and invisible face on the recliner, Chen Yinjun would have even thought that this was a painting

The beautiful picture of the "beauty" Begonia sleeping in spring. Chen Yinjun found that the phantom on the recliner seemed to be related to the melody played on the radio, when the melody sounded, the phantom would continue to solidify, and when the melody was about to end and jam, the phantom on the recliner would gradually disappear.

"Is this radio summoning this ghost on the deck chair?" Chen Yinjun couldn't help but make such a conjecture, because it was too strange, the melody sounded, the phantom appeared, the melody stopped, and the phantom disappeared.

Chen Yinjun suspects that there is likely to be a second half of this melody, and once combined, it is very likely that this cheongsam female ghost can be summoned directly.

Although I don't know where the melody in the second half is, since Chen Yinjun has bumped into it now, he naturally won't act like nothing happened, not to mention that this ghost thing still appears within his jurisdiction.

Two blood lines suddenly appeared in the pale yellow field, and the blood lines were swift, and they pounced directly on the old radio above the small square table.

"Zi, zi, zi~!" As if sensing an unknown attack, the melody played on the radio turned into an electric murmur again, and then the small square table began to shake incessantly.

Without the slightest deviation from the blood thread, the shadow on the recliner began to flicker, like a snowflake on the television screen.

"Huh?" Chen Yinjun was shocked that something was wrong. The bloodline disrupted the melody played on the old radio, but it couldn't contain it.

Even the blood line was somewhat disturbed.

"No, that's not right! Not that radio's problem. Chen Yinjun only realized at this time that the blood line that should have been straight had bent slightly when it extended to the position of the small square table, as if Shi was going to avoid something.

"That's?" There were not many things in the center of this room, there were only four things in total, among which the old radio and chaise longue had already appeared, and the rest was only a four-legged bench on the other side, except for the small square table.

Chen Yinjun's eyes gradually looked down, and found that the bench had been slightly sunken at some point, and the naked eye couldn't tell it at all, if it wasn't for Chen Yinjun being in the realm, and these things were shrouded in the realm by him, maybe Chen Yinjun really couldn't find it.

Chen Yinjun observed that the place where the blood line was bent was just above the recess of the wooden bench at the four corners, and it seemed that something was sitting on top of the four-legged bench, and the blood line was just bypassing it and attacking the old radio in front of him.

However, in Chen Yinjun's domain, no one was found sitting on the four-legged bench, or a ghost.

"Is the ability to erode the realm not enough? Such an obvious anomaly, I still couldn't see what was sitting on it. "There is no doubt that there is a ghost on that four-legged bench as well.

Now Chen Yinjun's scalp is a little numb, in a small room, there is no less than a number of ghosts, if the old radio and the phantom on the recliner are counted separately, the number of ghosts can reach a terrifying three.

"Maybe, more than that!" The corner of Chen Yinjun's eyes glanced at the old oilcloth in the corner on the side, which could no longer see the original color.

"Sand, sand...... 呲,呲~! At this moment, the signal of the old radio wrapped in blood threads was suddenly interrupted, and the noise of electricity was also interrupted, and the old radio did not make any sound, and then the phantom of the cheongsam female ghost on the chaise longue also disappeared, and the shaking chaise longue began to slowly stop.

When the recliner completely stopped, I only heard

With a "click", the old radio wrapped in blood threads was disconnected from the middle. The parts of the machine inside were already old and unfunctional, and they were even stuffed with a lot of charred dirt, as if they had been dug out of a weighing place.

Chen Yinjun tried to control the retraction of the blood line, but there was no reaction, Chen Yinjun's face changed slightly at the moment, something was controlling the blood line, so that Chen Yinjun had no way to recover the blood line in the first time.

Chen Yinjun's gaze gradually turned to the recliner and the four-legged bench, if there was anything that could stop the blood line of the puppet ghost, then the suspicion of the two would undoubtedly be greater.

"The cheongsam ghost on the recliner has something to do with the melody played on the radio, it shouldn't be it, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to wait until now to suddenly do it. In that case, there is only the square bench. The yellow light in the pale yellow field suddenly flashed, and the field began to shrink gradually, and the strange three-fingered ghost hand had appeared on Chen Yinjun's right hand, Chen Yinjun's exhausted right hand clenched into a fist, and the scene in the entire field was only Chen Yinjun and the four-legged bench.

Chen Yinjun dragged the four-legged bench directly into his domain, which was equivalent to separating the four-legged bench from the dim room.

Time is pressing, from the beginning to now, Chen Yinjun has used more than three points of the field, which means that he still has less than half of the time to maintain his domain.

Chen Yinjun's figure appeared next to the four-legged bench, very safe and calm. Nothing happened after Chen Yinjun tortured him, and he didn't encounter any danger, which was a bit different from the attack that Chen Yinjun imagined at the beginning, and he was ready to be attacked.

Frowning, Chen Yinjun suddenly raised his foot and kicked directly at the four-legged bench, and the force of this foot was very strong.

I only heard

With a "bang", the four-legged bench was not kicked away by Chen Yinjun, but stayed firmly in place, not even shaking.

"Huh? What was that moment just now? Chen Yinjun withdrew his foot, and when he kicked the four-legged bench just now, at the moment of contact, Chen Yinjun seemed to see a strange figure sitting on the four-legged bench.

Maybe it was this strange figure that caused the four-legged bench not to be kicked away by Chen Yinjun's powerful kick.

"Under the shroud of the realm, I still can't see it, but the moment I came into contact with it, I saw the figure of the suspected ghost above, so maybe it's not a problem that the domain is not intrusive enough, but this four-legged bench is just a medium, a medium to spread the curse of the ghost?" It was just a momentary contact, and Chen Yinjun already had a rough conjecture in his mind.

You can't see the ghost without contact, but if you do, you're likely to be attacked directly by the ghost sitting on it.

"This law of killing seems to be the opposite of the strange angel statue, is it a coincidence?" Chen Yinjun quietly put a question mark in his heart.

"I'm afraid it's not like this, there should be some connection between the two, the weird angel statue appeared here at the beginning, and I saw the weird angel statue in the two floors below just now, but it suddenly disappeared after going up here." The diametrically opposed law of killing between the two, coupled with the strange angel statue that has been imprisoned but can still appear here, a mysterious and strange atmosphere is shrouded in Chen Yinjun's heart at this moment, and Chen Yinjun can't help but pay attention to it and solve it.

"You can only see the ghost on it if you contact it.,But if you make rash contact, it's likely that you'll immediately fall into the attack of the ghost on it.,Although the law of killing is not known for the time being.,But it's probably also a contact type of attack.,Although the field can't be directly invaded.,But there should be no problem if you escape.。 Chen Yinjun added this period of time according to his existing experience in dealing with supernatural events

The various knowledge about the supernatural circle absorbed by the "Strange One" made the most intuitive judgment.

"There's not much time, and the threat level will be there, but if you're careful, it's okay." There is no fixed solution to paranormal events, it depends more on the ability of the person caught in it, and while there is nothing wrong with being cautious, adventure is also an essential part.

Chen Yinjun decided to sit directly on the four-legged bench and come face-to-face with the powerful ghost sitting on it!