Guanjiang Community, a high-rise resident.

This is Wang Bin and Wang Haiyan's new home, and their family of three huddled together to keep warm, comfort each other, and give confidence before this desperate come.

However, at this time.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Shanshan, who was pale, suddenly closed her eyes and fell directly to the ground weakly.

"Daughter, what's wrong with you?" Wang Haiyan was frightened and hurriedly helped Wang Shanshan up from the ground.

But as soon as she touched Wang Shanshan's body, Wang Haiyan was startled.

The body, which was already lower than the normal body temperature, was cold at this time, and she couldn't feel any temperature at all, so she quickly touched her daughter's chest again.

"Ah~!"

couldn't help but scream, Wang Haiyan suddenly withdrew her palm.

The daughter's heart stopped beating and she was dead.

"Husband, come here, my daughter has an accident......" Wang Haiyan called Wang Bin.

"Don't you shout so loudly, you can't get that thing?" Wang Bin hurriedly ran out of the kitchen in fright, almost covering his wife's mouth.

Although they didn't enter the safe house, they knew how the hell outside killed people.

However, when Wang Bin understood what had just happened, he was dumbfounded.

Your own daughter is dead?

"Yang Jian, yes, ask Yang Jian. Wang Bin subconsciously sounded Yang Jian.

He must have known about his daughter's situation.

But when Wang Bin was about to make a call, he was stunned, because he suddenly remembered what his daughter said before: If Yang Jian dies, he will also die.

Don't...... Yang Jian is dead?

Yang Jian is not only dead, at this time the corpse is cold, at this moment his face is peaceful, his hands and feet are hanging down weakly, the shoes on his feet have fallen off, and the whole person is suspended in the air by an old straw rope, motionless.

The corpse has been in this position for a long time.

If nothing else, his corpse will hang here rotting, maggots, and only a skeleton remains.

Just about four hours after he hanged himself.

"Tick, tick~!"

The black droplets of water that dripped from his feet began to gradually become more and more frequent, and the camera occasionally captured them, but they only flickered by, and it was not clear what it was.

"Just now..... Is his feet dripping? Could it be that the internal organs have begun to rot and there is corpse water?"

Wang Xiaoming, who noticed this kind of detail, was still puzzled.

It stands to reason that rotting is not so fast.

However, then Wang Xiaoming saw some supernatural things on Yang Jian's corpse.

His corpse is shaking~!

One after the other, it slowly began to shake.

The ceiling on top of the room creaked as the heavy corpse shook.

If such a scene is seen by others, it is estimated that the soul will be frightened.

The corpse, which had been dead for hours, was shaking in mid-air.

"This situation ...... Could it be that Yang Jian will come back to life? No, no, it's not Yang Jian's body that is moving, it's the rope that is moving. Wang Xiaoming's eyes shrank, and he began to realize why Yang Jian committed suicide in such a special way.

He must have mastered some kind of law of the devil and wanted to use it.

As for what the final result will be, Wang Xiaoming is not clear.

"He didn't lose, Yang Jian hasn't lost yet. There was a glimmer of hope in his heart again.

The corpse of Yang Jian in the video hung in the air and swayed slightly, the amplitude was small at first, but the amplitude of the shaking began to gradually increase later.

And more and more black liquid dripped from Yang Jian's corpse.

The black liquid dripping on the ground did not turn into a pool of stagnant water, but wriggled on the ground like a living thing, and then gradually spread out from the place where it was dripped.

The ground began to be covered in darkness.

"Damn, my phone is running out of battery. Wang Xiaoming stared at these changes, and at this time he found that the power of his mobile phone was almost exhausted.

He wanted to charge, but he didn't do it, because his phone ran out of power, and Yang Jian's phone would also shut down because of running out of power, and once the phone over there was turned off, the video would be disconnected.

"It can still hold on to about 20 minutes of power. He made an estimate in his mind.

But at this critical moment, I don't know if twenty minutes of power is enough.

In a dimly lit room.

Under the chandelier, Yang Jian's corpse continued to sway in mid-air, as if an invisible wind was blowing.

But the doors and windows of the room were closed, and it was impossible for the wind to blow.

At this moment, the magnitude of Yang Jian's corpse shaking in mid-air seemed to have reached a limit.

In this shaking, the corpse's feet touched the ghost mirror in front of it.

One touch.

The corpse's feet were now attached to the mirror, unable to detach themselves.

Because of the adsorption, the swing stopped.

At this moment, Yang Jian's corpse was hanging diagonally in the air in a way that defied common sense.

The straw rope around his neck was tight, and he grabbed his neck tightly, as if to prevent the corpse from being sucked into the ghost mirror.

At the same time, Yang Jian, who had a peaceful face, suddenly began to tremble, and black liquid was bubbling on the corpse.

"Is that so?"

Wang Xiaoming, who saw this scene, began to realize something at this moment, and stood up in shock, and the other people in the safe house looked at him curiously.

Ignoring the eyes of others, Wang Xiaoming was extremely shocked at the moment, although he was not sure, he somewhat understood Yang Jian's true purpose.

If he didn't guess wrong, Yang Jian wanted to use the characteristics of several ghosts to artificially create a contradiction and conflict, so that ghosts collided with each other.

"But it's impossible, there is still a condition missing, even if he can use the perfect conflict between ghosts and ghosts, he still dies......"

As soon as he said this, Wang Xiaoming slammed it, and then looked at Zhang Wei deadly.

What if the dead could be resurrected?

It was at this time.

The ghost rope around the neck of Yang Jian's corpse had begun to gradually be soaked with black liquid at this moment, and it began to be dyed with a layer of pitch black.

It wasn't actually a liquid, but a part of the ghost, but it was so thick and scary that it looked like ink.

"Click~!"

With a slight sound.

The ghost rope that hung Yang Jian suddenly lost its strength after being covered by this black shadow, and hung directly from mid-air.

The ghost rope finally retreated after stimulating the revival of the ghost.

It can't suppress the ghost with the body, and it's still in a state after recovery.

Not only that, but it is also controlled by a headless ghost.

But the task of the ghost rope is complete.

At the moment when the ghost rope hung from the top of his head.

Yang Jian's corpse suddenly stood up in mid-air, and finally slammed into the ghost mirror in front of him.

No, it wasn't bumped into it, but it was sucked in by the ghost mirror.

From now on, it is the critical moment, creating a logical loop between ghosts and mirrors.

Let the two ghosts die together.

Once successful.

Yang Jian will rise from the dead.

But at this time, the phone's battery runs out and it automatically shuts down.

Wang Xiaoming only saw that Yang Jian's body was sucked in front of the mirror, and then disconnected.

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