Out of control, Du Weijing has completely walked out of the door of the Ping An Science and Technology Experimental Base at this moment, and he is now standing outside on the asphalt.

At the moment, there is still a light rain in the sky, and the surroundings are humid and cold.

But after Wei Jing appeared, the surrounding environment became even more weird, the surrounding light seemed to be disappearing, and a layer of darkness was emerging, and shrouded the neighborhood, this darkness was very thick, thick, as if it was about to show substance.

This is Weijing's ghost domain.

It's also a ghost domain of ghosts.

It's just that Wei Jing is a part of the ghost cha, and his ghost domain is not complete, and the coverage is not very large.

Although the scope is not large, Wei Jing's ghost domain is very terrifying, the three-layer ghost domain of Yang Jian cannot be invaded, the four-layer ghost domain can be on par with it, and only by opening the five-layer ghost domain can it be counter-invaded, such a situation is very desperate for the vast majority of ghost handlers.

It was not for nothing that a group of people went to deal with the ghost errand incident and almost got trapped and died inside.

However, just as Wei Jing's ghost domain was spreading, the figure of Yang Jian on the other side of the road appeared, and he left the building to stop Wei Jing who was out of control.

To be on the safe side, he brought the ghost boy with him.

The ghost boy with a bulging stomach seemed to have eaten and drunk enough, and his red eyes were like an extension of the ghost eyes, curiously looking at everything around him, but in addition, the dead man's head in his hand seemed even more dangerous.

The head was in a state of high decay, but there were still signs of activity.

The gray-white eyes are peeping, making people shudder.

"There's really no consciousness. Yang Jian observed, and there was no trace of a living person from Wei Jing's dead face.

Numb, cold, like a walking corpse.

"Although I didn't have consciousness, I didn't take the initiative to attack me, and I didn't attack Wang Xiaoming before, this state is very peculiar, not like a ghost, not like a human ......"

Like Wang Xiaoming's previous observation, Yang Jian also made a judgment.

thinks that the killing law of ghosts has temporarily failed in the runaway Du Weijing.

Since there is no rule, Yang Jian decided to confront it head-on.

"Let the dead man's head stare at Wei Jing. "Yang Jian gave an order to the ghost boy.

This is the most conservative confrontation, although the dead man's head is a ghost, but it is a very special existence, although the degree of danger is very high, but it can be used in the hand, I feel that this thing is very suitable for making a supernatural thing, such as a telescope, a double-barreled shotgun...... If you point at people, you will die, and if you point at ghosts, you will be suppressed.

The rotten dead man's head adjusted its direction in the hands of the ghost boy, and the pair of dead gray eyes stared at Wei Jing at this moment.

Repression appeared.

The ghost domain around Wei Jing was affected, and the dark and oppressive darkness began to gradually dissipate, although the speed was not very fast, but the effect was already obvious.

"Useful...... But suppression is not enough. Yang Jian's face moved slightly.

Relying on a rotten dead man's head can only suppress Wei Jing's ghost domain, but he is still moving, and he is still walking this way, what does this mean, it is already obvious.

The danger level of Weijing is very high.

Regardless of the scope of influence, his current danger level has at least reached the A level, that is, it is on the same level as the knocker incident.

"Wang Xiaoming asked me to save Wei Jing, not to kill him, which is somewhat difficult for me, after all, some things are difficult to grasp. Yang Jian looked behind him at this moment.

I don't know when, a tall, headless black figure stood behind him.

The headless black shadow walked on the ground like a living person, and it headed towards Wei Jing.

The rotting dead man's head coupled with the suppression of the headless ghost, Yang Jian felt that this should be enough.

However, the appearance of the headless ghost seemed to arouse Wei Jing's awareness, his footsteps stopped, his empty eyes looked at the gradually approaching ghost, and there was a trace of incomprehensible change, this change made Wei Jing fight back, and his stiff palm picked up the blackened old straw rope around his waist.

Ghost rope!

It's a ghost, and it's a terrible supernatural thing, and it's already resurrected.

The reason why there is no movement is because he has been suppressed by Wei Jing on weekdays, so he has not shown any movement.

Right now.

Wei Jing, who was holding the ghost rope, let go of his hand, broke away from his control, and fell to the ground.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it back. Yang Jian's eyes moved, and the target of the ghost shadow attack changed, and he wanted to take away the ghost rope.

He was robbed of this rope by the ghost cha at the beginning, and then Wei Jing was strangely resurrected and brought back from the ghost cha, so he had no opinion on the ownership of this thing.

After all, Wei Jing also relied on his ability to get it back, and Yang Jian didn't have the cheekiness to stand up and say that this thing was his own.

But now it's different, Wei Jing is out of control.

The headless ghost's shadow-condensed arm lifted up, as if to reach for the rope of grass.

Ghost Shadow vs. Ghost Rope, this scene has also happened before, and it was the Ghost Shadow who won that time, for the simple reason that this ghost rope that can hang people to death cannot hang a ghost without a head.

And yet the next moment.

A strange scene happened.

Before the ghost shadow touched the straw rope, the black ghost rope instantly wrapped around the ghost's body and directly tied it up.

The headless ghost struggled, but there was no way to leave, this rope could tie even a shadow without a body, and if it was a person who came close, it would be strangled in an instant, and the corpse would be twisted.

"There's some kind of change in the ghost rope that I don't know about. Yang Jian became solemn.

This rope is not quite the same as the previous one.

But the resurgence of the ghost rope continues.

In the dim sky, the strange grass ropes began to fall down one by one, covering a small area, but they were densely gathered, and these grass ropes began to think about Yang Jian and wanted to attack him.

A straw rope got close and landed on Yang Jian's shoulder, instantly strangled his neck, and then tried to hang him up.

Yang Jian's face was as usual, and he reached out to grab the ghost rope, but he didn't use his strength yet.

The ghost rope that should have been extremely strong broke in an instant, as if weathered, and only a cloud of black powder remained in his hand, which was scattered as soon as the wind blew.

And that's not all.

Each of these floating straw ropes was dragged by a blackened palm, and the spirits belonging to the ghost hands chose to fight against these extended ghost ropes.

One after another, the grass ropes were broken, broken, and then dissipated cleanly.

The strange rope of grass hanging from the sky had just revived, and it was defeated before it could kill a single person.

"My ghost hand also got a part of the ghost puzzle, and this suppression surpassed the ghost rope. Yang Jian was both fighting and trying, and he looked at his blackened palm and came to a conclusion.

Then he looked at the headless ghost.

At this time, a real black palm appeared on the arm formed by the shadow of the headless ghost, and this black palm grabbed the ghost rope and tried to suppress it.

The ghost rope is loosening, and the headless ghost is struggling to break out of control.

Repression exists, but its effect is not obvious.

"The derived ghost hand can't suppress the real ghost rope that is the source, although it works, but if I really want to take this ghost rope, I have to do it myself. Yang Jian secretly said in his heart, he already had a rough judgment.

"Since that's the case, then don't pay attention to the ghost rope, it's better to suppress Wei Jing directly, my ghost shadow is trapped, and his ghost rope is useless. ”

The next moment, Yang Jian opened a four-layer ghost domain.

With the rotting dead man's head suppressing Wei Jing, his four-layer ghost domain was enough.

Yang Jian disappeared in place, and at the same time appeared behind Wei Jing, grabbed his arm, and the strange power of this black ghost hand all fell on Wei Jing's body, and there was nothing else to share.

"Was the suppression successful?"

Yang Jian felt that Wei Jing didn't seem to move anymore, as if he was frozen in place.